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.

…

spent nearly a week before

of his deceased comrades, his old friends, the elders who had returned to their

more tiring than participating in

and pointed at the

room and get some

with the mental state and progress of

surveyed the area and asked with a smile, “Where’s the most dazzling jewel of

a moment before adding, “What

will only return in the afternoon. She kept complaining that you couldn’t provide her with a definite schedule, preventing her from knowing

cabinet secretary. He’s

his room to take a shower. He changed into

looked into the mirror and smiled at

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

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

sentence, he pulled out the document

process, Alfredo flipped through the pages slower and slower.

main content of this investigation was divided into

the MI9 member who had dispatched 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

the limits of Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him

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 free herself from

the harbor hotel,

that the culprit 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 himself

seem very realistic.

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

not exist in the real world, it was

Utopia is real. Everyone there is real. However, if one wants to enter the town, they have to be in the right place

even if this matter ended here, he had no intention to

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

his father’s study and knocked on the door with his curled

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang

his blond hair, pushed

and

say such words to

my heart, you’re still that rebellious youth,” Earl Hall said with a

entendre, “Yes,

nodded

a lot

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

in their

used a Loen-styled

a pause, he added, “Compared to when I left Backlund, my present state is even better. As long as I grasp a

this matter and instead