Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 738 Utopia

On the coast of the sea northeast of the Honachis Mountains, a city of moderate size sprang up overnight.

Inside the city, on the dark streets, beside the towering clock tower, inside the quiet church, in the steam train station, and on the dock, one figure after another emerged.

They were dressed in clothes that conformed to current fashion trends, with expressions of sadness or joy appearing on their faces one after another. They were immersed in their respective roles, as if they had been living in this newly emerged city for a long time.

Just as the sky began to turn pale, a few meteors quietly slid down.

Silently, the information in this city became active, constantly interacting with the surroundings and the spiritual world, weaving an unclear mark in the spiritual world.

In the center of the city, in the basement of a church that belonged to the night, Klein was holding a dim lantern, leaning against the wall with a slightly tired look on his face.

After pausing for a moment, he reached out and pulled out two projections from the historical gap, which were the historical projections of Roselle and Renekton.

After a brief silence, the historical projections of Renekton and Roselle became vivid one after another, controlled by their own consciousness.

Russell looked around casually, taking in the situation of the city. He smiled, then looked at Klein and said,

"Why not put the city in South Intis? There are two true gods watching over it. Even if Amon has become a 'mistake' now, it will be difficult for him to cause trouble under our noses."

Klein rubbed his forehead with his hand and said in a sleepy tone:

"Whether it's Amon or Zaratul, they are very good at hiding themselves. If they don't actively expose themselves, it will be difficult for you who stay in the Astral Realm to find them."

"Moreover, once they discover the Secret Doll Town I created, they will definitely create the greatest chaos and destroy my rituals as much as possible. This is likely to affect the surrounding areas. It is better to choose a deserted place. Anyway, I can rely on the ability of grafting to establish connections between the Secret Doll City and various places."

"Huh~ I need to rest and sleep now. I have separated a large number of spirit insects and written scripts for them. I also play so many roles at the same time. I feel like I may have my mind separated at any time."

"You are too anxious." Renekton commented, and then continued: "I have strengthened the information exchange between this place and the spirit world. It will form a corresponding area in the spirit world more quickly."

Russell followed up and said:
"I will also build a church of my own here. I will distort the rules here and give your puppets some living characteristics. This will also speed up the process of forming a spiritual city."

Klein nodded: "Thank you."

After finishing maintaining the historical projection, he yawned and walked out of the church basement and came to the city streets.

The dawn sun has already shone, and the people scattered in the town have gradually returned to where they should be.

Hot white smoke was already rising from the breakfast shops on the street, and the roar of steam trains could be heard from the west of the city. The city welcomed its first group of visitors.

Klein made the lantern in his hand disappear. He raised his hand to press down the half-high silk hat on his head and moved towards the steam train station in the west. He wanted to participate in the daily life of the city as a visitor.

In a brand new steam train station in the west of the city, a train spewing steam slowly stopped. After a while, people began to get off the train one after another.

Darrell unconsciously tightened the leather handbag he was holding with his right hand, lowered the brim of his hat with his other hand, and walked to the platform in a low-key manner with the crowd.

He looked at the word written in Intis on the platform with some confusion: Utopia.

Whether it was the Intis words that could be seen everywhere or the bright yellow architectural style, they all said that this place belonged to Intis, not Loen.

His expression seemed a little confused, and there was a flash of panic, but it was quickly concealed.

As an extraordinary person, he has a better understanding of this world. He knows that there are many dangers hidden beneath the peaceful surface of this world, and he knows that he is likely to encounter a mysterious event.

How unlucky! Ever since I became a Beyonder by coincidence in the previous war, I seem to always encounter this kind of thing. Although most of the time I am just on the edge and just happen to pass by, this is still too unlucky.

As his thoughts were floating around, he heard the complaint of a middle-aged gentleman dressed as an Intis noble next to him:

"Utopia? Will this steam train pass through this station? Moreover, we were in Loen last night, so why are we back to Intis today?"

Next to this gentleman, a young man wearing brass-rimmed glasses, with pale blue eyes and slightly messy golden hair, looked around and had a strong scholarly temperament. He chuckled and said:

"Now that we're here, why not go take a look around the city?"

"Now that the steam train has broken down, we have to stay here for at least a day."

Listening to the conversation between the middle-aged gentleman and the young scholar, Darrell sighed with a hint of sarcasm in his heart:
What a naive young man, still thinking about traveling in a strange city at this time, and not noticing the strange situation at all. But this is normal. I was also so naive half a year ago. After all, who would have thought that there were so many horrors hidden under the surface of the peaceful world? Concentrating his thoughts, Darrell turned his body and reminded him kindly:
"When I bought the ticket at the steam train station in Southwell, I didn't see that there was a place called Utopia in the station this train passed through. Moreover, we came to Intis from Loen in an instant. This is too weird."

The middle-aged gentleman nodded with a smile at Darrell, and then explained with the reasons he could think of:

"Perhaps the driver of the steam train drove on the wrong track last night and entered a road that has not yet been officially opened. This station looks very new and there are not many people here. It fits the appearance of a newly built station that has not yet been officially opened."

The train driver would not make such a low-level mistake. Even if the train driver took the wrong track, we could not have arrived at Intis from South Wales in the south of Rune in one night. This is not an airship. As these thoughts flashed through Darrell's mind, he became more determined. There was something wrong with this city or this steam train station.

He was still thinking about what he should do and how to avoid possible dangers when he heard the middle-aged gentleman reaching out his hand to him and saying:

"My name is Charles, from Southern Intis, and this is Raymond, a scholar from Lenburg who is traveling around to study. We are planning to go and take a look at this city. Does he want to come with us?"

"Of course." Darrell nodded with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he came back to his senses. Why did I agree? I clearly wanted to refuse. I have been influenced unconsciously? Or is there something wrong with the two people I met before? They are also Beyonders? Well, did I see these two people on the train?

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Darrell's body had already followed Charles and Raymond out of the steam train station.

Behind them, there were many people who chose to temporarily enter this city for their own reasons, intending to rest here for a while.

As soon as they walked out of the steam train station, they smelled the aroma of food in the air.

goooo~
Darrell's stomach made a protest sound at the right moment, and feeling the gazes from all around him, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

It’s all because I had dinner too early yesterday. Mm, the food here is also very delicious.

The middle-aged gentleman who called himself Charles smiled and suggested:

"Hehe, let's find a store to have some breakfast. I had dinner too early yesterday, and now I need to replenish some energy."

"No problem." Darrell nodded without hesitation and agreed to Charles' suggestion. The hunger in his stomach and the aroma of food in the air made him temporarily let down his guard against this place.

The three of them walked forward and came to a breakfast shop at the end of the street, where there was already a person sitting there enjoying breakfast.

He was facing the three people sideways, with soft features and no expression on his face. He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and trousers of the same color. On the table in front of him was a half-high silk hat and a breakfast that looked delicious.

Darrell frowned slightly and looked at the man who was eating breakfast hesitantly. He always felt that the other person looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Hello everyone, what do you need?" A chubby man walked out of the restaurant.

The man, who had thick body hair and wore overalls and a coarse apron, with the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, came closer and questioned the three men in fluent Loenese.

Raymond, who was wearing brass-rimmed glasses, raised his finger and pointed at the figure eating at the table on the other side, and said in a calm and gentle tone:

"Just be like him."

"No problem, a classic set meal, sir, please take a seat, breakfast will be ready soon."

As the man greeted Raymond enthusiastically, he looked at Charles and Darrell at the same time.

Charles looked at the chubby restaurant owner in front of him meaningfully and said with a smile:

"I want the most luxurious breakfast you have here. Don't worry about whether I can finish it or not. I don't need this little money."

"Cough~cough~" The young man who was eating breakfast at another table suddenly coughed twice.

Charles, who had always maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, turned his head to look at the figure on the other side, tilted his neck, and said loudly:

"I, Charles, have money!"

"Heh." Raymond supported himself on the edge of the table with both hands, trying to hold back his laughter, and said, "Sorry, I couldn't help it. You guys continue."

Darrell looked at this scene in a daze. He never expected that the always graceful middle-aged gentleman who was traveling with him would suddenly become a nouveau riche, and the other one also lost the usual calmness of a scholar.

(End of this chapter)