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?”

an excuse as

heh, I was previously embroiled in some trouble in Backlund, so I could only

Midseashire who had a slight accent. It was a very normal choice to return to his hometown after causing trouble. Constant

know,” Isengard

with a smile, “In short, welcome back to

wish that you can sell my shares in the Backlund Bike Company on my behalf. Heh heh, all the documents are in place, and there’s no need to carry out any

also planned on letting go of the last 10% of his shares in the Backlund Bike Company. After all, Sherlock Moriarty wasn’t able

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

Framis and Leppard are definitely unwilling to reduce any part

future is very necessary! Of course, the value and future of the bike don’t require additional input from me. Anyone with any

after a moment he sincerely sighed. “Sherlock, perhaps you should be involved in the business world. However, there will always be

Oh well, I admit that I’ve recently been in dire need of large sums of cash,” Klein

pipe as he gave it a

“You’ve convinced me.

the market value of Backlund Bike Company. Then, I’ll add on an estimate of the expected profits and sell that 10% of yours. The corresponding fees and

contact you? It seems like your

more people know. Only when there’s competition would there be better price negotiations.

that notice, I’ll come visit

no stranger when it came to communicating over published notices in the newspapers. He nodded

stood up and

you for your

leave. We can talk

as he sent him straight

circled to a nearby street and took a carriage to the Bravehearts Bar as he admired

news and resource channels which Sherlock Moriarty used to

circled around the boxing ring in preparation to leave, so that he could wait for Miss Sharron to appear on the carriage

moment, the door to a billiard room creaked open. Ian, with an old coat, walked out with newspapers

eyes did a cursory sweep when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure. He gaped his mouth, but he didn’t say his name. He greeted in pleasant surprise,

now. I’m only here to visit an old

News at Sea. On it was a striking headline: “Shocking! Crazy adventurer

believed that it had nothing to do with

raised the newspapers with

reports from News at Sea because the bounties have already appeared

the Church of Storms and the military, no one

much of a bounty they are offering for

“50,000 pounds!