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

glanced at her bruised

“He hit you?”

of authority, making Tracey, who wanted

down at the dagger that was no

it you who brought it here,

a little slow as she replied,

“Exercising 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

the relationship

and she recovered a little from

be answering a policeman’s question as she said with a

saying this, a self-deprecating smile appeared on

chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar school,

I wait for his arrival or for

lifestyle, feeling increasingly 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

that was death. Then, he beat me

Tracey’s face and said, “The traces at the scene have also confirmed the development

and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship was worse than he had

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

silence when the police arrived. She raised her hands and

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

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

police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital

in a hurry. There seemed to be

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

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

listened to the baby’s cries amidst the

clean, making her look very clean and

returned to her senses and nodded at Wendel before saying, “Thank

no longer as

and followed her to the police station

to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage back to the Irises

night, there were

muttered. He opened the umbrella he had brought with him and made

memory, in the mystical sense, of the route he had taken

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

caused Wendel to raise his right hand

was hidden on the inside of the

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 wouldn’t turn over once

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