Hearing the words of the entourage, Alfred suddenly felt like the temperature in the room was dropping sharply.

The indescribable chill soaked into his body, and colded his blood and bone marrow.

When the passenger ship was docked at Utopia Port, he actually imagined what the worst situation would be like. Utopia is the headquarters of a cult, and everyone there is a potentially dangerous madman.

But now, the facts may be worse:

Utopia may not exist at all!

At this moment, Alfred was extremely glad that he was no longer the noble young master who left Beckland. He had accumulated rich experience and had not really entered Utopia Port.

As the adjutant and his entourage watched, the Army Major General paved back and forth with a calm expression, and calmly ordered:

“Draw me a telegram and report the matter of utopia to MI9.

"At the same time, please ask the local official extraordinary person to take action immediately, contact the captain, and ask for a list of personnel entering the Utopian Port, and visit them one by one if necessary to confirm whether there are any problems."

"Yes." His adjutant immediately closed his feet and bowed.

When the adjutant walked out of the study, Alfred said to another entourage:

"Take the typewriter downstairs up and I'm going to get a detailed report."

His plan is to report the key information in telegram first without delaying preliminary actions, and then display more details in the form of confidential documents to provide a basis for the top military leaders to make judgments.

…………

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

He was less than thirty years old, with dark temples and quiet brown eyes. He had no characteristics that could be remembered in his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament.

A few months ago, he was an intelligence officer active in the Feneport section of the Bay of Disiy, and made a lot of contributions. He has now become an extraordinary person in Serial 7 and belongs to the Internal Affairs Department of MI9.

Today, his purpose was to deliver a confidential document to Beckland and to the Director of the No. 9 Military Information Office.

After sitting down, Wendel bought a newspaper from the newspaper boy outside the window as if he were normal and read it leisurely.

This is a superficial phenomenon, but the real situation is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to outline portraits of the passengers around him, remember their various characteristics, and make detailed and perfect preparations for possible accidents in the future.

Wow!

The sound of the whistle, the steam train started to rush around, and the scenery outside the window accelerated one after another.

A few hours later, Wendel turned his eyes out the window with some concern, as clouds had accumulated in the sky and a storm was about to fall.

This means that the steam train will stop at a certain station in advance, wait until the storm is over, or even continue the trip early the next morning, rather than reaching the place you booked.

For Wendel, this will cause things to be a little bit out of their expectations, which will undoubtedly bring more risks.

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

The only thing he could do was pray, pray to the "Lord of the Storm".

As it turns out, prayer is of little use most of the time. When the sky gets darker, the platform ahead has signaled with lights to slow down the train and stop on the spot.

Wow!

The whistle sounded again, and the train became slower and slower, and finally stopped in a platform that everyone felt a little unfamiliar with.

The next second, near the front of the vehicle that was emitting steam, the mechanical door opened, and the conductor stood at the entrance and shouted to the staff on the platform from the air:

"What's wrong with the front?"

"It's so heavy rain, nothing can be seen!" The station staff member whose temples were already a little white in the voice replied loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder sounded from the sky, which made everyone tremble for a moment, and he had a premonition of the arrival of heavy rain.

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

Because it was a abnormal stop, he didn't know which stop it was currently. After all, the train he was responsible for did not stop at every stop along the way in the past.

"Utopia! A small station! You will arrange it yourself next!" The staff shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with a glass lantern, "I have to signal the train behind!"

The conductor had no doubt about the attitude of the staff, because this was a normal dispatching process, otherwise there would be a rear-end collision in the two steam trains.

He could even conclude that other staff at this utopian station were already sending telegrams to other stations and making reminders.

Of course, they must have received the telegram and found out that the area ahead was covered by heavy rainstorms.

"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, because there are many unknown steam train stations in the entire Ruen Kingdom, which is a reflection of a country's comprehensive strength.

The conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and said to the passengers with the latest equipped horn:

"A storm is approaching and the train will stop at Utopia Station until 8 am tomorrow."

He expects the storm to last until tonight.

"You can stay in the car or leave by yourself, go to the city and look for hotels. You only need to provide ticket stubs tomorrow to get back on the train. Remember to be on time." The conductor gave two choices.

Wendel looked at the passengers in the second-class carriage, thought for a few seconds, carried the suitcase and walked out of the train.

He is not unable to accept the difficult and abnormal sleeping environment. He has suffered a lot when working as an intelligence officer. He only relies on his professional qualities to judge. The traffic carriages with insufficient personnel circulation are not as safe as a hotel room.

Of course, he can stay away from sleep all night, but this will inevitably affect his condition tomorrow, and it is obvious that tomorrow will have a long journey.

After leaving the Utopia Station, Wendel got on the taxi carriage on the side of the road and walked to the coachman:

“Go to the Municipal Square.”

In the Kingdom of Roon, there must be a church and at least a hotel near the municipal square.

"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" the coachman asked casually while letting the horses rotate.

"Hmm." Wendel, who is the extraordinary person of Sequence 7, has no concealment.

In his opinion, as long as he is in a town within the country, he can easily find a group of helpers based on his identity, and his strength is enough to support him in completing this matter.

"The best hotel in our utopia is the 'Red Boots'. Are you going there?" the coachman asked in an ambiguous tone that even men know.

If he hadn't been tasked, Wendel wouldn't mind enjoying it, but now, he could only shake his head without hesitation:

“I want a quiet hotel.”

"Okay..." the coachman responded with a little disappointed, "Then go to the 'Iris' hotel, no one will harass you."

As the carriage moved forward, Wendel turned his eyes out the window and observed the situation outside.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain, the people on the road were in a hurry and even the newspaper boys couldn't cheer up.

"A very small city..." Wendel made a preliminary judgment from the lack of railroad buses here.

He even saw one trackless public carriage, which shows that most parts of Utopia can reach within the right time by walking.

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

After paying the fare, Wendel quickly walked into the hotel before the heavy rain fell.

A clamor sound rang behind him.

After checking in and putting down your luggage, Wendell took a break and went to the restaurant on the first floor to enjoy dinner.

He cautiously did not order alcoholic beverages, so he ordered a glass of "bubbly iced tea" that is said to be a local specialty, and served with fried pork chops with apple juice.

As an intelligence officer who had been in the upper class, Wendel did not have much expectations for this dinner, but the result was somewhat beyond his expectations:

The pork chop was fried fresh and juicy, with a strong aroma, and the apple juice poured on it had a slightly sour taste, which eliminated most of the greasiness; the bubble iced tea had a refreshing feeling, which was particularly delicious...

When checking out, Wendel nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said:

"Thank me to the chef for giving me this wonderful dinner."

The ordinary-looking waiter responded with a smile:

"no problem.

“Our chefs in the whole of Utopia are the best.”

Wendel did not chat, quickly returned to the room and made some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.

Then he fell asleep without hesitation.

He used the period of time that the potential enemy thought was not suitable for action to sleep and "empty" the late night.

After a while, Wendel was suddenly awakened by a fierce noise.

He pressed his pocket watch and looked at it, and found that it was not yet early morning.

Right next room...the voice of a woman...the voice of a man...Wendel sat up, listened with his ears and identified carefully.

At first, he suspected that the man and woman were flirting, but later he found that it was too intense, and even fragile items were thrown on the wall.

The quarrel triggered a fight? Wendel just muttered and heard the shouts, curses and screams of women.

Beating a woman? As a Ruen gentleman, although Wendel believes in the "Lord of the Storm" and discriminates against women openly and secretly, this does not prevent him from thinking that men should not be harsh on women.

After thinking for two seconds, he decided to go over and knock on the door and remind the "neighbors" to pay attention.

At this moment, a scream came over.

This obviously comes from men!

When a heavy object fell on the floor.

Wendel's eyebrows moved slightly, and he keenly smelled the breath of a criminal case.

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

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

Her hair was messy and her face was pale. She had bright red blood on her light green clothes, and she was holding a dagger that dripped blood downwards.

The young lady in her early twenties stuttered her lips for a while and said in a dreamlike tone:

"I killed someone..."
Chapter completed!