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.

…

nearly a week before returning to Backlund from Eskelson

elders who had returned

more tiring than participating in battle,”

Hall smiled and pointed at

to your room and get some rest. We’ll talk in the study

the mental state and progress

surveyed the area and asked with a smile, “Where’s the

for a moment before adding, “What about

and will only return in the afternoon. She kept complaining that you couldn’t

cabinet secretary. He’s

to his room to take a shower. He changed into a shirt,

East Balam’s casualness.” He looked into the

as he handed him the document in his hand. “General, this is

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

finish his sentence, he pulled out the

the pages slower and slower. In the end, he read it again from the

this investigation

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 in Desi Bay which led to Backlund didn’t have a stop named Utopia Station along the way, nor was there

of Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him was

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

the owner of the harbor hotel, Tracey,

the culprit behind the murder was Tracey, the beautiful woman who had received a certain degree of education, who

backstory? Alfred muttered to himself

seem very realistic. It wasn’t

inhabitants of Utopia continued to lead their own lives. They had their own love, hatred, pains, and

seeming to not exist in the real world, it was similar to any ordinary town in the

if one wants to enter the town, they have to be in the right place at the right time… Alfred nodded indiscernibly and put away the investigation report he

ended here, he

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

adjusting his clothes and mood, Alfred came to his father’s

on in.” Earl Hall’s

blond hair, pushed the door

and said,

one would say such words to

Earl Hall said with a smile. “You’re already

with a double entendre,

Hall nodded and suddenly

experienced a

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

a lot of pain in their lives,” Alfred said with a

used a Loen-styled

long as I grasp a method properly, I don’t need to worry too much about

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