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

comrades, his old friends, the elders who had returned to

in battle,” Alfred grumbled

and

and get some rest. We’ll talk in the

the mental state and progress

and asked with a smile,

moment before

kept complaining that you couldn’t provide her with a definite schedule, preventing her from knowing when

now a cabinet secretary.

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

casualness.” He looked into the mirror and smiled

you look more like a noble,” his adjutant said as he handed him

“There’s a result regarding the investigation

pulled out the document and flipped through

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

content of this investigation was

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

two cases didn’t exceed the limits of Alfred’s imagination. What surprised him was the criminal involved

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

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

murder was Tracey, the beautiful woman who had received a certain

Alfred muttered

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

of Utopia continued to lead their own lives. They had their own love, hatred, pains, and sorrow. They

real world, it

in the right place at the right time… Alfred nodded

if this matter ended here, he had no

there were countless bizarre incidents and phenomena. If one was

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

on in.” Earl Hall’s voice rang

blond hair, pushed

him and said, “You’re

say such words to

Earl Hall said with

replied with a double entendre, “Yes,

Hall nodded and

should’ve experienced a lot

or war, they

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

used a Loen-styled

he added, “Compared 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

on this matter and instead said, “Your