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.

…

a week before returning to Backlund

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

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

and pointed at the

some rest.

satisfied with the mental state and progress of his

with a smile, “Where’s

paused for a moment before adding, “What about

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

now a cabinet secretary. He’s very

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

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

noble,” his adjutant said as he handed him the

Alfred thoughtfully destroyed the seal on the envelope. “There’s a

his sentence, he pulled out the document and flipped through

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

this investigation was

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 a harbor known as Utopia in

Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him was the criminal involved

name 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 free herself

the harbor hotel,

received

backstory? Alfred muttered to

the residents of Utopia seem very realistic. It wasn’t what Alfred

inhabitants of Utopia continued to lead their own lives. They had

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

the town, they have to be in the

ended here, he had

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

Alfred came to his father’s study and

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang

blond hair, pushed the

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

such words to a man,” Alfred replied without any

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

with a double entendre, “Yes, I am a real

Hall nodded

should’ve experienced a lot

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

pain in their lives,” Alfred

used a Loen-styled

to when I left Backlund, my present state is even better. As long as I grasp a method properly, I don’t need to worry too

this matter and instead said, “Your sister has