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.

luster in her lifeless

at

“He hit you?”

authority, making Tracey, who

down at the dagger that was no longer dripping

who brought it

was a little slow as she replied,

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,

paused and asked, “What is the relationship between the two

darted about and she recovered a little from that deep,

said with a

a self-deprecating smile

Not long after I left the grammar school, I became his mistress

let me stay there. I wait for his arrival

to him and get rid of him completely, but he wasn’t agreeable. He threatened me using all sorts of methods and refused

death. Then, he beat me up

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

were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

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

“Bring her to check on her injuries

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

officers waited in the corridor of the hospital without

Wendel saw a pregnant woman being sent to the delivery room in a

of a new life

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

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

face had already been wiped clean, making her look very clean

to her senses and nodded at Wendel

time, she was no longer as numb, blank, and

of relief and followed her

to the street side and

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

the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost in

the storm had already reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued

his right hand and block his

hidden on the

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

town of Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment, his top hat and clothes were drenched due to