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 in her

at

“He hit you?”

sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to remain silent,

down at the dagger that was no longer dripping

you who brought it here, or

response was a little

the police that you had an intense argument before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, men naturally possess an advantage in

is the relationship between the two of you? What

she recovered a little from that

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

saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on

woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar school, I became his

wait for his arrival or for him to

but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using all sorts of methods and refused to let me leave him. The recent times we met all

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

face and said, “The traces at the scene

Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his

blankly

“Thank you.”

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

“Bring her to

they had to listen to instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital

officers waited in the

delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be

announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this moment, Tracey happened

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

the howling wind and rain, her expression was

had already been wiped clean, making her look very clean

her senses

time, she was no longer

sigh of relief and followed

was necessary, Wendel walked to the street side and prepared

stormy night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on the

disadvantage of a small city. It’s not convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened

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

moment, the storm had already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds

raise his right hand and block

confidential document was hidden on the inside of the

this reason, he had already developed a habit. As long as he had the corresponding

Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to