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

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

than participating in battle,” Alfred grumbled to his

Hall smiled and

some rest. We’ll talk in

was quite satisfied with the mental

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

a moment before adding,

the afternoon. She kept complaining that you couldn’t provide

is now a cabinet secretary. He’s

a

He looked into the mirror and

a noble,” his adjutant said as he

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

his sentence, he pulled out the

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

content of this investigation was divided into

steam locomotive. The second was that the railways in

imagination. What surprised him

and graduated from grammar school. After that, she became a mistress

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

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

this her backstory? Alfred muttered to himself

of Utopia seem very realistic. It

lead their own lives. They had their own love, hatred, pains, and sorrow. They had

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

is real. Everyone there is real. However, 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 had

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

bizarre incidents and phenomena. If one was too curious, it would only bring him greater danger than he

clothes and mood, Alfred came to his father’s study and knocked

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang

hair, pushed the door open,

him and

one would say such words to a

still that rebellious youth,” Earl Hall said with a

double entendre, “Yes, I am

nodded and suddenly

should’ve experienced a lot

what I know, no matter if it’s the potions or war, they will bring serious damage to

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

a

even better. As long as I grasp a method properly, I don’t need to worry too much about the

Hall didn’t continue on this matter and instead