Upon hearing his attendant's words, Alfred felt as if the temperature in the room had dropped sharply.

An indescribable chill penetrated his body, chilling his blood and bones.

When the cruise ship docked at Utopia Port, he actually imagined what the worst case scenario would be - Utopia was the headquarters of a cult, and everyone there was a potentially dangerous lunatic.

But now, the truth may be even worse:

Utopia may not exist at all!

At this moment, Alfred was extremely glad that he was no longer the noble young master he was when he left Backlund. He had accumulated a wealth of experience and had not actually entered Utopia Port.

Under the gaze of his adjutant and attendant, the Army Major General paced back and forth with a solemn expression and calmly ordered:

"Draft me a telegram reporting the events of Utopia to MI9.

"At the same time, please ask the local official Beyonders to take action immediately and contact the captain to request the list of personnel entering Utopia Port. If necessary, visit them one by one to confirm whether there are any problems."

"Yes." His adjutant immediately put his feet together and saluted in response.

When the adjutant left the study, Alfred said to an attendant:

"Bring up the typewriter from downstairs. I want to make a detailed report."

His plan was to first report the key information by telegram so as not to delay the initial action, and then present more details in the form of confidential documents to provide a basis for the military top brass to make judgments.

…………

On the steam train platform, Wendel stepped into the second-class carriage, holding his top hat with one hand and carrying his suitcase with the other.

He was less than thirty years old, with dark temples and calm brown eyes. There was nothing memorable about his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament.

A few months ago, he was an intelligence officer active in the Feynaport section of Disi Bay, and had made many contributions. Now he has become a Sequence 7 Extraordinary and belongs to the Internal Affairs Operations Department of MI9.

Today, his goal was to deliver a confidential document to Backlund and hand it over to the director of MI9.

After sitting down, Wendell bought a newspaper from the newsboy outside the window as usual and began to read leisurely.

This is a superficial phenomenon. The real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary abilities to sketch portraits of the passengers around him, remembering their characteristics in all aspects, and making detailed and complete preparations for possible accidents that might occur later.

Woo!

The whistle sounded, the steam train started running with a clang, and the scenery outside the window passed by one scene after another at a rapid speed.

A few hours later, Wendell looked out the window with some worry, because dark clouds had gathered in the sky and a storm was about to come.

This meant that the steam train would stop at a station early and wait until the storm was over, or even continue its journey early the next morning, instead of arriving at the scheduled location.

For Wendel, this will cause things to deviate a little from his expected plan, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.

However, he had no way to stop it. He could not change the weather like the "sea god" promoted by the new government of the Rorsted Islands.

All he could do was pray, pray to the "Lord of Storms".

It turns out that prayers are useless most of the time. When it gets darker, the platform ahead uses lights to signal the train to slow down and stop on the spot.

Woo!

The whistle sounded again, the train slowed down, and finally stopped at a platform that seemed a little unfamiliar to everyone.

The next second, the mechanical door opened near the steam-belching front of the train. The conductor stood at the entrance and shouted to the staff on the platform:

"What happened up front?"

"It's raining heavily and we can't see anything!" the station worker, whose temples were already turning a little gray, answered loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, shaking everyone and making them tremble. They sensed the coming of a rainstorm.

"Damn it!" the conductor cursed, "Which station is this?"

Because it was an irregular stop, he didn't quite know which station the train was at. After all, the train he was responsible for did not stop at every station along the way in the past.

"Utopia! It's just a small station! You guys make your own arrangements next!" The staff shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform holding a glass lantern, "I have to signal the train behind me!"

The conductor had no doubts about the staff's attitude because this was the normal dispatching procedure, otherwise there would be a rear-end collision between the two steam trains.

He could even conclude that other staff members at the Utopia station had already sent telegrams to other stations to give warnings.

Of course, they must have received the telegram only to find out that the area ahead was covered by heavy rain.

"Utopia..." Wendel repeated the place name in a low voice, not finding any useful information in his mind.

Of course, he didn't care too much about it, because there were many unknown steam train stations throughout the Kingdom of Loen, which was a reflection of a country's comprehensive strength.

The conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and then spoke to the passengers using the newly equipped loud speaker:

"A storm is approaching. The train will be stopped at Utopia Station until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

He expects the storm to continue into tonight.

"You can stay in the carriage or leave on your own and go to the city and find a hotel. You can get back on the train tomorrow just by providing your ticket stub. Remember to be on time." The conductor gave two options.

Wendell looked at the passengers in the second-class carriage, thought for a few seconds, picked up his suitcase, and walked out of the train.

It's not that he couldn't accept the harsh and abnormal sleeping environment. He had suffered a lot when he was an intelligence officer. He just judged based on his professional ethics that a carriage with insufficiently closed personnel circulation was not as safe as a single room in a hotel.

Of course, he could stay up all night, but that would inevitably affect his condition tomorrow, and obviously, tomorrow was still a long journey.

After leaving Utopia Station, Wendell got on a horse-drawn carriage on the side of the road and said to the driver:

"To the Plaza Mayor."

In the Kingdom of Loen, there must be a church and at least one inn near the town square.

"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" the driver asked in a familiar tone as he let the horse turn quietly.

“Yeah.” Wendel, a Sequence 7 Beyonder, did not hide his feelings.

In his opinion, as long as he was in a town within the country, he could easily find a group of helpers by relying on his identity, and his strength was enough to support him to accomplish this task.

"The best hotel in our Utopia is the Red Boots. Do you want to go there?" the driver asked in an ambiguous tone that all men could understand.

If he had no mission, Wendel wouldn't mind enjoying himself, but now, he could only shake his head without hesitation:

"I want a quiet hotel."

"Well..." the driver responded somewhat disappointedly, "Then go to the Iris Inn. No one will bother you there."

As the carriage moved forward, Wendel looked out the window and observed the situation outside.

Perhaps because of the coming rainstorm, people on the road were in a hurry and even the newspaper boy was in low spirits.

"It's a very small city..." Wendel made a preliminary judgment based on the lack of trams and public carriages here.

He saw only one trackless public carriage, which meant that most of Utopia could be reached on foot in a reasonable amount of time.

As he expected, in less than ten minutes, the taxi stopped at the door of the "Iris" Hotel.

Wendell paid the fare and walked quickly into the hotel before the heavy rain fell.

A rustling sound was heard behind him.

After checking in and putting away his luggage, Wendel rested for a while, then went to the restaurant on the first floor to enjoy dinner, carrying the confidential document.

He was careful not to order any alcoholic drinks, but instead asked for a glass of "sparkling iced tea", which was said to be a local specialty, and a plate of fried pork chop with apple juice.

As an intelligence officer who had been in and out of high society, Wendel did not have high expectations for this dinner, but the result was somewhat beyond his expectations:

The fried pork chop was tender and juicy, with a rich aroma. The apple juice poured on top had a slightly sour taste, eliminating most of the greasiness. The sparkling iced tea had a refreshing feeling and was particularly delicious...

When paying the bill, Wendell nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said:

"Thank the chef for this wonderful dinner."

The ordinary-looking waiter responded with a smile:

"no problem.

"Our chefs at Iris are the best in the entire Utopia."

Wendel didn't chat and quickly returned to the room and made some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.

Then he fell asleep without any hesitation.

He used the relatively safe time period, which potential enemies considered unsuitable for launching actions, to sleep, leaving the late night "empty".

After an unknown amount of time, Wendell was suddenly awakened by a violent noise.

He checked his pocket watch and found that it was not yet midnight.

In the next room... a woman's voice... a man's voice... Wendel sat up, listened carefully, and identified carefully.

Initially, he suspected that the man and woman were flirting, but later he realized that it was so intense that even fragile objects were thrown against the wall.

Argument leads to fight? Wendell just muttered, and then he heard women shouting, cursing and screaming.

Beating women? As a Loen gentleman, although Wendel believed in the "Lord of Storms" and discriminated against women in some ways, this did not prevent him from believing that men should not be violent towards women.

After thinking for two seconds, he decided to go over and knock on the door to remind the "neighbor" to be careful.

Just then, a scream was heard.

This is clearly coming from a male!

With a bang, something heavy fell to the ground.

Wendel's eyebrows twitched slightly, keenly smelling the scent of a criminal case.

He stood up, put on his coat, walked to the next room, bent his fingers, and knocked twice.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open, and a beautiful lady with lake green eyes and flaxen hair appeared in front of Wendel.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her light green clothes were dotted with bright red blood, and she was holding a dagger dripping with blood in her hand.

The young lady in her early twenties stammered for a while and then said in a dreamy voice:

"I killed someone..."