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

glanced at her

“He hit you?”

of authority, making

at the dagger that was no longer

brought it

little slow as she

you had an intense argument before it

relationship between the two of you?

she recovered

a policeman’s question as she said with a

self-deprecating smile appeared on

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

I wait for his arrival or for him to

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

said that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a dagger. Y-you know what

and said,

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

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

word. She only broke the silence when the police arrived. She

her to check on her injuries

officers didn’t 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

and two police officers waited in the corridor of the hospital without

being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some

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

it? Life’s beauty,” Wendel said

cries amidst the howling wind and rain, her expression was clearly

already been wiped clean, making her

to her senses and nodded at Wendel before

was no longer as numb,

relief and followed her

the street side and prepared to take a rental

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

reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to sweep past Wendel,

Wendel to raise his right hand and block his

hidden on

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

Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel. At that moment,