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.

luster

glanced at her bruised

“He hit you?”

have some sort of authority, making Tracey,

at the dagger that was no

brought it here, or

a little slow as

your right to self-defense is in line with the law. I can testify to the police that you had an intense argument before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, men naturally possess an advantage in this aspect. I’m not discriminating against women, but it’s something explained by science and

paused and asked, “What is the relationship

and she recovered a

seemed to be answering a policeman’s question as she said with a look of hope

self-deprecating smile appeared on

long after I left the grammar school, I became his mistress

stay there. I wait

grew. I wanted to return everything to him and get rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using

him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger. Y-you

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

husband and wife, but to his surprise,

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

word. She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands

at her staggered pace and said to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first and treat them to

listen to instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in the city without any objections under the

a woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital

woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be

an announcement of a new life coming

you feel it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said

cries amidst the howling wind and rain, her

already been wiped clean, making her look very clean

returned to her senses

longer as

and followed

street side and prepared to take a rental carriage

in the middle of the stormy night, there

opened the umbrella he had

the mystical sense, of the route he had

strong winds continued to

Wendel to raise his right hand and block

was hidden on the

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

the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that