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

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 to his

and pointed

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

was quite satisfied with the mental state and progress of

surveyed the area and asked with a

paused for a moment before adding, “What about

the afternoon. She kept complaining that

cabinet secretary. He’s

to take a shower. He changed into a shirt, vest, and

into the

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

the envelope. “There’s a

he pulled out the

flipped through the pages slower and slower. In the end, he

this investigation was divided into two

was regarding 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 in Desi Bay which led to Backlund didn’t have a stop named Utopia

of Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him was

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

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

determined 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

Alfred

of Utopia seem very

lead their own

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

to enter the town, they have to be in the right place at the right time… Alfred nodded indiscernibly

here, he had no intention to investigate

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

his father’s study and knocked on

Earl Hall’s

blond hair, pushed the door open,

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

would say such words to a man,” Alfred

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

with a double entendre, “Yes,

Hall nodded and

a lot

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

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

a Loen-styled

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

this matter and instead said,