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.

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before returning to Backlund

he had visited the family of his deceased comrades, his old friends, the elders who had returned to their fief for vacation, and some of his family’s business partners along the

more tiring than participating in battle,” Alfred grumbled

and pointed at the

room and get some rest. We’ll talk in

was quite satisfied with the mental state and progress

asked with a smile, “Where’s

a moment

laughed and said, “Audrey went to her foundation and will only return in the afternoon. She kept complaining that you couldn’t provide her with a definite schedule, preventing

cabinet secretary. He’s

returned to his room to take a shower. He changed

prefer East Balam’s casualness.” He looked into the mirror and smiled at his

noble,” his adjutant said as he handed him the document in his hand.

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

finish his sentence, he pulled out the document

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

content of this investigation was divided

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 in Desi Bay which led to

cases didn’t exceed the limits of Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him was the criminal

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 a businessman. Recently, she was trying to

was identical to the owner of the harbor hotel, Tracey, that Alfred had met. Every

received a certain degree of education, who was able to produce sad music in the middle of the

Alfred muttered to himself

very realistic. It wasn’t what Alfred had expected—an

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

in the real world, it was similar to any ordinary town in the Loen

one wants to enter the town, they have to be in the right place

matter ended here, he

in the Southern Continent, there were countless bizarre incidents and phenomena. If one was too

to his father’s

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice

tidied his blond hair, pushed the

Hall smiled at him and said, “You’re already

words to

rebellious youth,” Earl Hall said with a smile. “You’re already a Sequence

double entendre, “Yes, I am

nodded and suddenly

experienced a lot of

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

pain in their lives,”

a Loen-styled

is even better. As long as I grasp a method properly,

continue on this matter and instead