Lord of the Mysteries

Wendel wasn’t unfamiliar with murder at all. When he heard that, he wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he calmly allowed his gaze to wander past the woman at the door and into the room’s interior.

He immediately saw a man lying on the ground. His chest was blood-red.

“Are you sure he’s dead?” Wendel asked calmly.

The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first. Then, she answered with uncertainty, “Maybe… I don’t know…”

“If there’s still hope, we need to send him to the hospital immediately.” Wendel’s tone was like he was speaking to a patient’s family, not a murderer.

The lady holding the blood dagger subconsciously turned her body and made way.

Wendel took a few steps forward and approached the victim.

He didn’t need to squat down. He swept his gaze and made a judgment based on various signs.

“He is indeed dead.”

The woman in her twenties with messy, flaxen-colored hair didn’t show any obvious change in expression. She looked down at her toes and said, “Call the police.”

“How do I address you?” Wendel had already heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairs.

It was obvious that the attendant or hotel owner came up to check on the commotion after hearing the screams.

“Tracey…” the pure lady with an attitude answered softly.

She then sank into her own world and didn’t say another word.

Wendel was just about to say something when the owner of the hotel who had helped him check in previously had already rushed through the door.

“Goddess!” the elderly man shouted after seeing the situation in the room.

Wendel pressed down with his right hand, gesturing for him to calm down before saying, “Call the police immediately. I’ll stay here and watch.”

His temperament and words exuded a sense of confidence that convinced others. The owner of the hotel didn’t waste any time and immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

As for Wendel, when he first came over to check on the situation, it was just a habit as a gentleman. In fact, he didn’t have the intention to get involved in it. After all, he was still shouldering the mission. However, Miss Tracey’s dazed, detached, and cold attitude induced a sense of pity in him. This was a normal reaction for a man.

He surveyed the area as though he was conversing with the air.

“Killing someone doesn’t imply a harsh punishment. It can be categorized into many kinds of situations.”

Tracey slowly raised her head and cast her gaze at the gentleman.

indescribable luster in

glanced at her

“He hit you?”

man seemed to have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to remain

looked down at the dagger that was no longer dripping

brought

was a little slow as she

argument before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, men naturally possess an advantage

is the relationship between

about and she recovered a

policeman’s question as she said with a look of hope and

saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Tracey’s

long after I left the

stay there. I wait for his arrival or for

get rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable.

one way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out

Wendel cast a regretful and pitiful glance at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have also confirmed the

husband and wife, but to

nodded blankly

“Thank you.”

another word. She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised

said to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries

witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in the

Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital without entering

woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry.

he heard the sound of a baby crying, an announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this moment, Tracey happened

you feel it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel

amidst the howling wind and rain,

face had already been wiped clean, making her

a few seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at Wendel before saying, “Thank

longer

a sigh of relief and followed her to the police station to

necessary, Wendel walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the Irises

the stormy night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on the

enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he

he had the memory, in the mystical sense, of the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost in

already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel, causing rain

raise his right hand and block his

on the inside of the

to him even when he was sleeping, not allowing it to be separated from him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he had

small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to the strong