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.

an indescribable luster in her

at

“He hit you?”

some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to

dagger

you who brought it

a little slow

testify to the police that you had an intense argument before it happened and

asked, “What is the relationship between

she recovered a little from that deep, reclusive

question as she said with a look of hope and sorrow, “I am,

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

blindly chased after money. Not long

I wait for his arrival or for him to summon me

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

only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger. Y-you know what

Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the

husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship

blankly

“Thank you.”

didn’t say another word. She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands and accepted

at her staggered pace and said to the police, “Bring her to check

instructions from a witness. In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to

Wendel and two police officers waited in

saw a pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they needed help with the

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

beauty,” Wendel

Tracey listened to the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind and

face had already been wiped clean, making her look very

her senses

she was no longer

followed her

Wendel walked to the street side and

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

a small city. It’s not convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way back to

the mystical sense, of the route he had taken before. He

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

to raise his right hand

on the

document close 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 the corresponding self-reminders, he

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