Lord of the Mysteries

Late at night. 7 Pinster Street.

Leonard Mitchell sat on a chair with his legs raised onto the side of his desk.

Following that, he leaned back, causing the wooden headrest to creak from the pressure. His breathing gradually turned long and slow.

After an unknown period of time, his eyelids drooped and covered his eyes.

At this moment, Leonard’s spirit had arrived in a gray, hazy world, but he was still in his bedroom.

He flew to the window and saw thick gray fog blanket the nearby streets and extend outwards. It seemed to be embracing all of Backlund.

The street lamps along the streets and the warm light from the different houses appeared abnormally dim. They were only able to illuminate a very tiny region, and everything seemed to be tainted with a sense of blurriness.

At the same time, blobs of illusory oval lights appeared as they enveloped a house in an intersecting manner, as though it was the source of their existence.

This was the city through a Nightmare’s eyes.

Leonard followed up on his previous investigations and leaped out the window in a Nightmare state. He then flew to 17 Minsk Street.

He didn’t attempt to storm in. He stood at the door in the thick fog as he politely pulled the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Dressed in her nightgown, Stelyn Sammer opened the door.

She placed her silver-inlaid pleated fan at her chest as she asked in confusion and puzzlement, “Who are you looking for?”

She was none other than Klein’s landlord back when he was acting as Sherlock Moriarty. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed lady in her thirties.

Leonard had already changed into a black-and-white checkered police uniform. He casually showed his identification and asked, “Do you know Sherlock Moriarty?”

Trapped in the dream, Stelyn’s reaction was very slow. She asked after a few seconds, “Did something happen to him?”

Just as she asked, her impression of Sherlock Moriarty appeared beside her under Leonard’s influence.

He wore a half top hat, a double-breasted frock coat, gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose, and a bushy mustache around his mouth…

This was identical to the information he previously received about Sherlock Moriarty. Hence, he didn’t show any doubts and said, “He’s been involved in a case and is undergoing an investigation.

“I hope you can cooperate with us.”

“A-alright.” Stelyn wished to raise her chin, but for some reason, she felt a little horrified.

Leonard thought for a second and asked, “Since when did he rent this place from you?”

September last year,” Stelyn said after

do you know of him? Or should

though she had long

He doesn’t even hire a full-time housemaid. All

she droned on incessantly, “He’s not as boorish like the typical detective. He went to grammar school and studied history. What leaves me most envious of

the detective circles, and private detectives often

drone on as he couldn’t help

financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories,

the Quelaag Club who have good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s droning, he immediately thanked

…

Inside

that could accommodate more than a hundred dancers, Klein was

the etiquette teacher that Walter had hired.

at all. Her facial features were only above average, but

born in a baron’s family. She received a good education from a young age and

and her husband’s financial situation was only ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to

he couldn’t perform badly in front of this lady, or there

situation was mainly through common acquaintances. And at times, the interaction between servants

moves, the black-haired Wahana nodded

hard for me to imagine you not having learned these

an hour, you’re as skilled as a noble who received education on this

your teachings.” Klein gave a humble smile as he wore a

Clown’s balance, dancing was a very easy matter for

lowered her head and

can really make a lady

her light brown eyes and swept her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s silver sideburns

this period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around. Not far away, the hired quartet’s melodious music

Wahana, not to improve

inviting a lady to dance, it’s not only a dance. You also need to converse. You can’t be like two dolls unless both of you

conversing, you must be euphemistic because this

it simply, do not be direct and

directly tell her how nice it smells, nor ask what kind of perfume it is to praise her. You need to connect a more euphemistic meaning to it and mention that. Yes, you can say something like: It feels like I’m out in the spring

this needs to match the

Japanese-styled euphemism as he said with a self-deprecating

Wahana’s smile deepened.

of gentleman is very welcomed

do tell.” Klein honestly shook his

said without a change in her smile, “The second most popular type are men who make women think that

first?”

said, “The most popular type are men who make women

smiled and didn’t say another word. Klein instantly understood