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 her lifeless

glanced at her

“He hit you?”

have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who

the dagger that was

you who brought it here, or

little slow as she replied,

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

and asked, “What is the relationship between the two

darted about and she recovered a little from that

as she said with a look of hope and sorrow,

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

blindly chased after money. Not long after I

gave me a hotel and let me stay there. I wait for his arrival or for him to

completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me

only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then,

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

and the deceased were husband and wife, but to

blankly and

“Thank you.”

when the police arrived. She raised her hands and

said to the police, “Bring her to check on her

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

Tracey was a woman, Wendel and two police officers waited in the corridor of

delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and

while, he heard the sound of a baby crying, an announcement of a new life coming to this world. At this moment, Tracey happened

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

listened to the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind and rain, her expression was

clean, making her look

seconds, Tracey returned to her senses and nodded at

longer as numb, blank,

and followed her to the police station to

walked to the street side and prepared to take a rental carriage

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

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

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

reduced significantly. However, the strong winds

to raise his

on the inside of

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 wouldn’t turn

small town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and