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

at her bruised

“He hit you?”

some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted

down at the dagger that was no longer dripping

it you who brought it here,

a little slow

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

“What is the relationship between the two of you? What

eyes darted about and she recovered a little from that

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

saying this, a self-deprecating

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

I wait for his

suppressed as my inferiority complex grew. I wanted to return 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

and that was death. Then,

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

that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

only broke the silence when

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

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

waited in the corridor of the hospital without

a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they needed help with the

he heard the sound of a baby crying, an announcement of a new life coming to this

feel it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel

the baby’s cries amidst the howling

wiped clean, making her look very clean and

Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at

she was no longer as numb, blank,

sigh of relief and followed

doing what was necessary, Wendel walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage

the middle of the stormy night, there

muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made his way back to

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

reduced significantly. However, the strong

caused Wendel to raise his right

hidden on

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

the Irises