Lord of the Mysteries

You actually know me? This means that Mr. Isengard Stanton often mentions me as a friend, or does it mean that the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom knows that I was embroiled in the Great Smog of Backlund? Klein smiled as he nodded in an unperturbed manner.

“Yes, I’m Sherlock Moriarty.”

The grayish-blue-eyed lad immediately gave way as he warmly gestured him in.

“Mr. Stanton has been worried about you all this time. He was afraid that you met with trouble. He can now be at peace.”

Klein handed him his umbrella as he took off his hat and coat while walking in. At this moment, Isengard Stanton, who had sensed something, had put down his papers and pipe, and he left his reclining chair to take a look.

“Oh my, Sherlock, you’re finally back. It’s been so long, my friend.” The thin Isengard with grayed sides revealed a smile as he came over with welcoming arms in an attempt to give him a greeting hug.

Klein wasn’t used to such a custom, so he forced himself to reciprocate it and smile.

“Mr. Stanton, this isn’t something a believer of Wisdom would do.”

The bishops and priests of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom had their pride, and they seldom gave greeting hugs.

But in fact, apart from the boorish Feysac Empire and the liberal Intis Kingdom, such a manner of etiquette was rare in other countries and regions. It only happened among very familiar friends.

Isengard took two steps back and chuckled.

“No, Sherlock. We’re never stingy with respect and friendliness towards intelligent friends.

“In my heart, you’re one of the top five detectives in all of Backlund.”

I like that! Klein smiled inwardly as he retorted in jest, “So you’re one of the top three detectives?”

To be praised as having true wisdom by a Sequence 7 believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom was really delighting.

“I wish that you share the same thoughts as myself,” Isengard skillfully and gently replied. Then, he invited him to the living room and to the sofa.

He leaned into a reclining chair and picked up his pipe. With a deep breath, he exhaled.

“I’m very happy that nothing bad happened to you. You seem especially fine, both in body and mind.

“How was it? Was Desi Bay fun?”

had already prepared an excuse as

Desi Bay. I ended up going to Constant. Heh heh, I was

from Midseashire who had a slight accent. It was a very normal choice

know,” Isengard replied

involved himself in. Instead, he said with a smile, “In short, welcome back to Backlund. Come to me if

visit was first because it’s really has been a while since we last met, and second, I wish that you can sell my shares in the Backlund

he also planned on letting go of the last 10% of his shares in the Backlund Bike Company. After

product that’s of great value and something that can be promoted on a large scale. Its commercial future is

and its future aren’t in the minority. And Framis and Leppard are definitely unwilling to reduce any part of their holdings at this stage. There shouldn’t be a problem selling my 10% shares at twice or thrice the normal price. Isengard, the pricing of shares isn’t about

of the bike don’t require additional input from me. Anyone with any business sense can tell. The only problem stems

Klein’s words, and after a moment he sincerely sighed. “Sherlock, perhaps you should be involved

in business. Oh well, I admit that I’ve recently been in

as he gave it

“You’ve convinced me.

on an estimate of the expected profits and sell that 10% of yours. The corresponding fees and taxes

your rental contract for

newspapers about the sale of the shares to make more people

when I see that notice, I’ll come visit

the newspapers. He nodded and said, “No problem. Of course, all

Klein stood up and reached out his

for your help,

leave. We can talk in the

he sent him straight

took a carriage to the Bravehearts

on reestablishing all the news and resource

and make inquiries. Instead, he circled around the boxing

room creaked open. Ian, with an old coat, walked out with newspapers in

he suddenly noticed a familiar figure. He gaped his mouth, but he didn’t

I’m only here to visit an old friend.”

papers in Ian’s hand was News at Sea. On it was a striking

that it had nothing to

his gaze and raised

rare up-to-date reports from News at Sea because

this incident, thanks to the Church of Storms and the military, no

a bounty they

“50,000 pounds!