Chapter: 3104
"Utopia..." Wendell repeated the place name in a low voice, but couldn't find any useful information in his mind.
Of course, he didn't pay too much attention to it, because there are many unknown steam train stations in the entire Loen Kingdom, which is a manifestation of a country's comprehensive strength.
The train conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and then used the latest loudspeaker to tell the passengers: "The storm is coming, the train will stop at Utopia Station until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
He expects the storm to continue into tonight.
"You can stay in the carriage, or you can leave on your own, go to the city, find a hotel, and you only need to provide the ticket stub to get on the train again tomorrow, remember to be on time." The train conductor gave two options.
Wendell looked at the passengers in the second-class car, thought for a few seconds, picked up the suitcase, and got out of the train.
It's not that he can't accept the difficult and abnormal sleeping environment. When he was an intelligence officer, he suffered a lot. He just relied on his professionalism to judge. A closed car with insufficient personnel circulation is not as safe as a single room in a hotel.
Of course, he can also stay up all night, but this will inevitably affect his state tomorrow, and obviously, tomorrow has a long journey.
After leaving the Utopia Station, Wendell got into the rental carriage on the side of the road, and said to the driver, "Go to the Municipal Square."
In the Kingdom of Loen, there must be a church and at least one hotel near the municipal square.
"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" the coachman asked familiarly while turning the horses.
"Hmm." Wendell, who is a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, didn't hide it.
In his opinion, as long as he is in a town within the country, he can easily find a group of helpers relying on his own status, and his strength is enough to support him to complete this matter.
"The best hotel in our Utopia is 'Red Boots', do you want to go there?" the coachman asked in an ambiguous tone that all men can understand.
If there is no mission, Wendell would not mind enjoying it, but now, he can only shake his head without hesitation: "I want a quiet hotel."
"Okay..." The coachman replied somewhat disappointed, "Then go to the 'Iris' Hotel, no one will bother you."
As the carriage moved forward, Wendell turned his gaze out of the window and observed the situation outside.
Perhaps because of the approaching rainstorm, people on the road were in a hurry, and even the newsboy couldn't cheer up.
"A very small city..." Wendell made a preliminary judgment from the lack of public carriages here.
He even saw only one trackless public carriage, which shows that most places in Utopia can be reached within a reasonable time by walking.
As he expected, within ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the door of the "Iris" hotel.
After Wendell paid the fare, he hurried into the hotel before the rainstorm fell.
The sound of clattering sounded immediately behind him.
After checking in and putting away his luggage, Wendell rested for a while, took the confidential document with him, and went to the restaurant on the first floor to have dinner.
He was careful not to order alcoholic beverages, and ordered a cup of "bubbly iced tea" that was said to be a local specialty, and served it with tonkatsu with apple juice.
As an intelligence officer who has been in and out of high society, Wendell didn't have much expectation for this dinner, but the result was somewhat beyond his expectations:
The pork chop was fried tender and juicy, with a rich aroma, and the apple juice poured on it had a slightly sour taste, which eliminated most of the greasyness; the bubble iced tea had a refreshing feeling, which was extremely delicious...
When paying the bill, Wendell nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said, "Thank the chef for me for giving me this wonderful dinner."
The ordinary-looking waiter responded with a smile: "No problem.
"Our 'Iris' chefs are the best in the entire city of Utopia." JrNovels.com
Of course, he didn't pay too much attention to it, because there are many unknown steam train stations in the entire Loen Kingdom, which is a manifestation of a country's comprehensive strength.
The train conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and then used the latest loudspeaker to tell the passengers: "The storm is coming, the train will stop at Utopia Station until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
He expects the storm to continue into tonight.
"You can stay in the carriage, or you can leave on your own, go to the city, find a hotel, and you only need to provide the ticket stub to get on the train again tomorrow, remember to be on time." The train conductor gave two options.
Wendell looked at the passengers in the second-class car, thought for a few seconds, picked up the suitcase, and got out of the train.
It's not that he can't accept the difficult and abnormal sleeping environment. When he was an intelligence officer, he suffered a lot. He just relied on his professionalism to judge. A closed car with insufficient personnel circulation is not as safe as a single room in a hotel.
Of course, he can also stay up all night, but this will inevitably affect his state tomorrow, and obviously, tomorrow has a long journey.
After leaving the Utopia Station, Wendell got into the rental carriage on the side of the road, and said to the driver, "Go to the Municipal Square."
In the Kingdom of Loen, there must be a church and at least one hotel near the municipal square.
"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" the coachman asked familiarly while turning the horses.
"Hmm." Wendell, who is a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, didn't hide it.
In his opinion, as long as he is in a town within the country, he can easily find a group of helpers relying on his own status, and his strength is enough to support him to complete this matter.
"The best hotel in our Utopia is 'Red Boots', do you want to go there?" the coachman asked in an ambiguous tone that all men can understand.
If there is no mission, Wendell would not mind enjoying it, but now, he can only shake his head without hesitation: "I want a quiet hotel."
"Okay..." The coachman replied somewhat disappointed, "Then go to the 'Iris' Hotel, no one will bother you."
As the carriage moved forward, Wendell turned his gaze out of the window and observed the situation outside.
Perhaps because of the approaching rainstorm, people on the road were in a hurry, and even the newsboy couldn't cheer up.
"A very small city..." Wendell made a preliminary judgment from the lack of public carriages here.
He even saw only one trackless public carriage, which shows that most places in Utopia can be reached within a reasonable time by walking.
As he expected, within ten minutes, the rental carriage stopped at the door of the "Iris" hotel.
After Wendell paid the fare, he hurried into the hotel before the rainstorm fell.
The sound of clattering sounded immediately behind him.
After checking in and putting away his luggage, Wendell rested for a while, took the confidential document with him, and went to the restaurant on the first floor to have dinner.
He was careful not to order alcoholic beverages, and ordered a cup of "bubbly iced tea" that was said to be a local specialty, and served it with tonkatsu with apple juice.
As an intelligence officer who has been in and out of high society, Wendell didn't have much expectation for this dinner, but the result was somewhat beyond his expectations:
The pork chop was fried tender and juicy, with a rich aroma, and the apple juice poured on it had a slightly sour taste, which eliminated most of the greasyness; the bubble iced tea had a refreshing feeling, which was extremely delicious...
When paying the bill, Wendell nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said, "Thank the chef for me for giving me this wonderful dinner."
The ordinary-looking waiter responded with a smile: "No problem.
"Our 'Iris' chefs are the best in the entire city of Utopia." JrNovels.com
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