Lord of the Mysteries

Alfred felt the room temperature plummet when he heard his squire.

An indescribable chill invaded his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.

When the liner stopped at Utopia Port, he had expected the worst situation to happen—Utopia was the headquarters of some cult, and that everyone there was a dangerous lunatic.

But now, the truth was even worse.

Perhaps Utopia never existed!

At that moment, Alfred was unusually thankful that he was no longer the noble scion he was when he left Backlund. He had accumulated a great deal of experience and had thus, not really entered Utopia Harbor.

Under the gaze of the adjutant and squire, the major general paced back and forth with a solemn expression. He calmly instructed, “Draft up a telegram and report to MI9 about what happened in Utopia.

“At the same time, request the local official Beyonders to immediately take action and contact the captain to list down all the people who entered Utopia Harbor. If necessary, pay each of them a visit and confirm if there are any problems.”

“Yes sir!” his adjutant immediately stood at attention and saluted.

After the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to a squire, “Bring up the typewriter from downstairs. I want to write a detailed report.”

His plan was to first use a telegram to report the key information to the brass and not delay the initial actions necessary. Then, he would reveal more details with a confidential document and provide more information for the military brass to make a decision.

…

Wendel walked into a second-class carriage with one hand on his top hat and the other carrying a suitcase.

He wasn’t even thirty years old. His sideburns were deep-black and his brown eyes were calm. He didn’t have any unique features that anyone could remember, but he exuded comfortable vibes.

A few months ago, he was still a Feynapotter intelligence officer who was active in Desi Bay, and had contributed greatly. Now that he was a Sequence 7 Beyonder, he was part of MI9’s internal affairs department.

Today, his goal was to send a confidential document to Backlund and personally hand it into the hands of MI9’s director.

After sitting down, Wendel bought a newspaper from the paperboy and leisurely read through it.

This was just a superficial act; in reality, he began to use his Beyonder powers to illustrate portraits of the passengers around him, remembering all their characteristics, making meticulous and perfect preparations for any accidents that might happen later.

Choo!

The steam locomotive was chugging forward as the scenery outside sped past the windows.

A few hours later, Wendel cast his gaze out of the window with some anxiety. The sky was already filled with dark clouds, and a storm was about to descend.

This meant that the steam locomotive would stop at a station ahead of time to tide through the storm. It might only continue its journey the next morning, and not reach its designated location.

to more

couldn’t change the weather like the Sea God, who was promoted by the

could do was pray

was useless most of the time. By the time the sky turned dark, the station in front of them had

Choo!

the train slowed down. Finally, it stopped

next second, near the steam-powered train’s head, the mechanical door opened. The train conductor stood at

is zero!” the white-sideburned

as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded, causing everyone to tremble as they sensed the incoming

the train conductor cursed. “Which station

which station he was at. After all, the schedule he was in charge of didn’t stop at

the other

no doubts about the staff’s attitude because this was a normal

certain that the other staff members of the Utopia Station had already

of the area ahead being

voice, not finding any useful information in his

many unknown steam locomotive stations in the entire Loen Kingdom. This was a manifestation

few words before using the newest megaphone to speak

coming. The train will stop at

estimated the storm to continue

accord to head into the city to look for an inn. Tomorrow, simply

looked at the passengers inside the second-class carriage and pondered for a few seconds before carrying his suitcase and walking out of

he had been through plenty of hardship. He was only relying on his professionalism that the sealed carriages, which were limited in space for passenger movement, weren’t as safe as a single room

also stay up all night, but this would definitely

by the side of the road and said to the carriage driver, “To the municipal

would definitely be a

planning on going to the hotel?” the carriage driver asked as he made

As a Sequence 7

a group of helpers with his status, and his strength was enough to

best hotel in Utopia is Red Boots. Are we going there?” the coach driver asked in a suggestive

pleasuring himself. However, he

a quiet

disappointedly. “Let’s go to the Irises Hotel. No

his gaze outside the window to observe

on the road were all in a rush.

a preliminary conclusion from the

most of the areas in Utopia could

as he had expected, in less than ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the

and rushed into

pattering sounds behind him

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