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

at her bruised

“He hit you?”

have some sort of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to

dagger that was no longer dripping

brought it

was a little slow

an intense argument before it happened and that there was a fight. Clearly, men

asked, “What is the relationship between

eyes darted about and she recovered a little from

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

this, a self-deprecating smile appeared

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

stay there. I wait for his arrival or for

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

and that was death. Then, he beat me up and took out a

said, “The traces at the scene have also

originally thought that Tracey and the deceased were husband and wife, but to his surprise, their relationship

nodded blankly and

“Thank you.”

only broke the silence when

police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first and

In short, they led Tracey and Wendel to a small hospital in

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

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

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

feel it? Life’s beauty,”

to the baby’s cries amidst the howling wind and

already been wiped clean, making her look very

to her senses and nodded at Wendel

was no longer as

sigh of relief and followed her

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

in the 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

in the mystical sense, of the route he had

reduced significantly. However, the strong winds continued to

caused Wendel to raise his right

document was hidden on the inside

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

Utopia, Wendel saw the Irises Hotel.