Lord of the Mysteries

All of a sudden, the muscles on Wendel’s back began to tense up as if he were about to explode.

He was shocked and doubtful as several guesses flashed through his mind.

The residents of Utopia are monsters in human skin. They usually look normal, but once they encounter blind spots in logic, they would show a side that is different from an ordinary person, ignoring the points that are obviously problematic?

Or perhaps that staff realized that I was lying and was unwilling to deal with me, so he pretended not to see me and let me go? But why?

Yes, carrying my luggage to the bathroom can be explained away as me being afraid of losing my luggage, but the entire platform is sheltered. There’s no need to take the umbrella. Besides, the rain had already stopped…

Wendel instinctively turned his gaze out of the window, only to see the sunlight shining on the platform he was at. One by one, passengers waited in order behind the safety line, completely different from the dark and gloomy vibes that Utopia gave off.

Phew… He exhaled and suddenly relaxed.

This isn’t Utopia… I’ve already left… Wendel murmured to himself as he wiped away the cold sweat that had seeped out from his forehead.

When he recalled his oversight earlier, it was as if he had fallen into a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from no matter how hard he tried.

After a while, Wendel stood up and decided to smoke at the platform to ease his mood.

The tobacco comforted him greatly, allowing him to recall his past experiences in Utopia.

During this process, he gained inspiration from his encounter:

Maybe it’s because I sincerely helped Tracey, so that staff member intentionally ignored my problematic actions and let me go?

Compared to the entire population of Utopia being monsters hiding underneath human skin, Wendel was more willing to accept this explanation.

At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw the conductor talking to a group of people in a corner.

Wendel took a few steps forward, trying to hear what they were saying.

With the help of his hearing that transcended the normal limits of hearing, he vaguely heard the conversation from a distance that wouldn’t incur suspicion.

“Last night, the station… Utopia…”

“Doesn’t exist… in the kingdom…”

“Please keep it a secret…”

Wendel’s brows twitched slightly. Based on the description of the document near his chest, he roughly understood what the train conductor was talking about.

They were saying that the kingdom didn’t have a station known as Utopia at all, and last night, the steam locomotive had gone “missing”!

At that moment, a strong sense of horror surged through Wendel’s heart again. He felt that it was his greatest blessing to be able to leave Utopia alive.

…

week before

the elders who had returned to their fief for vacation, and some of his family’s business partners along the

even more tiring than participating in battle,” Alfred grumbled to his father, Earl

and pointed at

get some

was quite satisfied with the mental state and

asked with a smile, “Where’s

moment before adding, “What about

the afternoon. She kept complaining that you couldn’t provide

now a cabinet secretary.

take a shower. He changed into

into the mirror and smiled

outfit makes you look more like a noble,” his adjutant said as he handed him the document in his hand. “General, this is from

destroyed the seal on the envelope. “There’s a result regarding the investigation of Utopia that

sentence, he pulled out the document and

this process, Alfredo flipped through the pages slower and slower. In the end, he read

content of this investigation was

Alfred’s report. He had accidentally entered Utopia and witnessed a murder case. He managed to forcefully escape in the middle of the night and return to the steam locomotive. The second was that the railways

of Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him was

owner of a hotel. She had received middle-class education and graduated from grammar school. After that, she became a mistress

of the harbor hotel, Tracey, that Alfred had met. Every

behind the murder was Tracey, the beautiful woman who had received a certain degree of education, who was able to produce sad music in the middle of the

this her backstory? Alfred muttered to

seem very realistic.

the outsiders left, the inhabitants of Utopia continued to lead their own lives. They had their own love, hatred,

real world, it was similar to

town, they have to be in the right place at the right time… Alfred nodded indiscernibly and put away the investigation report he had received from

here, he had no intention

the Southern Continent, there were countless bizarre incidents and phenomena. If one was too curious, it would only bring him greater danger than

his clothes and mood, Alfred came to his father’s study and knocked on the door with

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang

blond hair, pushed the door open, and

at him and said,

to a

my heart, you’re still that rebellious youth,” Earl Hall said with a smile. “You’re already a

double entendre,

Hall nodded and

should’ve experienced a lot

it’s the potions or war, they will bring serious damage to people, from their bodies to

in their lives,” Alfred

used a

to when I left Backlund, my present state is even better. As long as I grasp a method properly,

Hall didn’t continue on this matter and instead said, “Your sister