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

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

participating in battle,” Alfred grumbled to his father, Earl

Hall smiled and pointed

get some rest. We’ll talk in the

with the mental state and progress of his

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

for a moment

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 her from knowing when you would

cabinet secretary.

to his room to take a shower.

He looked into the mirror

said as he handed him the document in

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

sentence, he pulled out the document and flipped through

this process, Alfredo flipped through the pages slower and slower. In the end, he

of this investigation was

The second was that the railways in Desi Bay which led to Backlund didn’t have a

imagination. What surprised him was the criminal involved in

received middle-class education and graduated from grammar

identical to the owner of the harbor hotel, Tracey, that

Alfred 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 the

her backstory? Alfred muttered to

made the residents of Utopia seem very

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

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

be in the right place at the right time… Alfred nodded indiscernibly and put away the investigation report

if this matter ended here, he had

were countless bizarre incidents and phenomena. If one

to his father’s

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang

blond hair, pushed the door open,

him and said,

say such words to a man,”

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

double entendre, “Yes, I

nodded and

should’ve experienced a lot

they will bring serious damage to people, from their

undergoes a lot of pain in their lives,” Alfred

a

better. As long as I grasp a method properly, I don’t need to

this matter and instead said, “Your sister has