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.

was an indescribable luster in

glanced at her

“He hit you?”

have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to

at the dagger that was

who brought it here, or

little slow

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

the relationship between the two of

eyes darted about and she recovered a little from that deep,

question as she said with a look of hope

saying this, a self-deprecating

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

gave me a hotel and let me stay there. I wait for his

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 met all

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

face and said,

that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than he had

blankly and

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

a woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in

a hurry. There seemed

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

beauty,” Wendel

baby’s cries amidst the howling

clean, making her look very clean

seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at Wendel before

time, she was no longer as numb,

followed her to the police station

side and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the

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

opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way back to the Irises

the mystical sense, of the route he had

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

his right

document was hidden on the inside of

previously kept 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

for about fifteen minutes in the small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and clothes were