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 her lifeless

glanced at her bruised

“He hit you?”

of authority, making Tracey, who wanted to remain silent,

at the dagger that was no

you who brought it here, or

was a little slow as she replied,

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

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

she recovered a little

seemed to be answering a policeman’s question as she said with a look of hope and

self-deprecating smile appeared

be an ugly woman who blindly chased after money. Not long after I left the grammar school,

hotel and let me stay there. I wait

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 and refused to let

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

at Tracey’s face and said, “The traces

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

blankly and

“Thank you.”

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

staggered pace and said to the police, “Bring her to check on her injuries first and treat them to

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

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

being sent to the delivery room in a hurry. There seemed to be some problems and they needed help with the labor

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

Life’s beauty,” Wendel said

cries amidst the howling wind and

face had already been wiped clean,

to her senses and nodded at

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

followed her to the police station

street side and prepared to take a rental

night, there were no pedestrians or carriages on

not convenient enough,” Wendel muttered. He opened the umbrella he

mystical sense, of the route he had taken before. He wasn’t worried about getting lost in the small

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

raise his right hand and

was hidden on the inside of

it to be separated from him. For this reason, he had already developed a habit. As

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