Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 1354 This Nigh

Late at night, the clanging sound of the door and windows opening woke Wendel up from his deep sleep. He warily rolled off the bed and surveyed his surroundings.

What happened? Utopia encountered a super heavy storm? It wasn’t easy for the recently insomniac Wendel to fall asleep, but he had no choice but to get out of bed. His mind was still lethargic, and he looked rather lost.

He soon realized that there was no wind blowing in from the open window, nor did the rain enter. It was like he had opened it while sleepwalking to take in fresh air.

Wendel suddenly thought of the supernatural events that he had experienced and learned from the dossier. He was reminded of the fear of the unknown that once ruled his heart.

He didn’t know what else would happen next, nor could he guess what he would encounter. He felt a chill run down his back as he shivered again.

At this moment, he heard the commotion outside the door. All sorts of voices entered his ears.

There were the loud sounds of running, the sounds of judgment, the declarations of orders to be changed, and unconcealed shouts.

“Something is wrong with the underground seal!”

“Be on high alert!”

Underground seal? What kind of item is sealed beneath the Irises Hotel? Wendel was surprised and confused. He couldn’t help but walk to the door and look around.

He then saw an MI9 colleague, who he barely knew, and Colonel Xio Derecha, who was on duty tonight.

Did MI9 find Utopia because of me? They’re here to handle the abnormality? Wendel instinctively frowned just as the thought flashed through his mind.

He discovered that the corridor outside was completely different from the Irises Hotel. Not only were there gas lamps on both sides, but there were also classical candle stands. The floor was very bright, and the ceiling was more than three meters high…

This… This isn’t the Irises Hotel… Wendel suddenly turned around and sized up the room he was in.

He quickly recognized that this was his sleeping quarters at MI9 headquarters. His luggage was placed quietly in a corner without any signs of movement.

Wendel clearly remembered that he had headed to Utopia through the washroom in his room. He wasn’t too confident in the process, so he didn’t bring his luggage and only held the subpoena from Utopia’s courts.

Tap! Tap! Tap! He quickly ran to the window and looked outside.

What greeted his eyes was the garden and lawn at MI9 headquarters.

I-I’m back in Backlund again? Or perhaps, I didn’t return to Utopia at all. I was just too tired and ended up having a dream in my sleep? Wendel dazedly walked back to his bed and sat down.

After about ten seconds, he suddenly jumped up and picked up his coat from the ground.

Then, he saw the Utopian subpoena in the inner pocket of the coat when it should be inside a drawer.

Wendel fell silent, as though he had become a statue.

…

from the banging of the doors

pulled the blanket up,

robber had barged into the hotel. She was about to scream and call for the

hear any footsteps entering her room. However, there were

“What happened?”

doesn’t seem

“Was it a prank?”

clown, if I knew who it was, I would definitely kick his

…

discussion were mixed with all kinds

she heard it. Instead, she thought of using the crowd’s discussion

as she listened, she gradually realized something was

Hotel have

on this floor, there were at most five rooms with guests. This included

heard. She immediately felt as if there were wraiths

her feet towards the bedside, preparing to leave the room to participate in the discussion and grasp more details

later, she heard a man say, “I asked the hotel owner, and he said that he had

Remember to lock the windows. Yawn. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the Royal

Monica was

a travel columnist, as a traveler who had been in Utopia for

the Loen Kingdom, a museum with such a royal name would definitely be

a steam locomotive from Utopia to Backlund required many hours. Even if he woke up early, he wouldn’t be

puzzled. She slowly lifted the blanket. She heard

off the bed carefully and

process, she gradually saw the room through

Hiss… Monica almost screamed.

room

layout or

of earlier surged into her mind again,

table. It was prepared for guests. If she brought it out, she would be able to get someone to guide her back when she was lost—even if she didn’t know the

used the moonlight to identify the words on the name

Backlund West Borough, 19 Mourning

Borough… Backlund… Monica’s eyes widened as she felt

…

Borough, in a

up. This was because

in front of her with blood dripping. She dreamed that she had lost control and mutated, turning into a series of starlight insects that warped into

the dream and sat

such a

window in the bedroom all bore open

and the Apprentice pathway… Fors silently muttered to herself before standing up and wearing a cloak, preparing to “Teleport” to

her feel a sense of urgency towards

Sorcerer potion wasn’t something that she could digest in a short period of time. Furthermore, without making any contributions, she couldn’t bring herself to ask her teacher for the Wanderer’s formula