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?”

Stelyn said

“What do you know of him? Or should I say, what kind

mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered

and he once exposed the adultery which Mary’s husband was undertaking. However, his income isn’t too high. He doesn’t even hire a full-time housemaid. All he can do is get my maid to help him part-time… My children tell me that he’s good at telling

like the typical detective. He went to grammar school and studied history. What leaves me most envious of all is how he obtained Mary’s

famous in the detective circles, and private detectives often came to look

lost his patience listening to her drone on as he couldn’t help but rub

failed to obtain any useful information from Mrs. Stelyn. Apart from Sherlock Moriarty’s poor financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories, the rest was within the scope

Club who have good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening

…

Street. Inside Dwayne

hall that could accommodate more than a hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in her thirties as

etiquette teacher that Walter had hired. Her name

she wasn’t ordinary at all. Her facial features were only above average, but her disposition was impeccable. Her every action

a young age and later

the Evernight Goddess prompted her to

he couldn’t perform badly in front of this lady, or there was no way to

members of high society asked about a person’s situation was mainly through common acquaintances. And at times,

graceful moves, the black-haired Wahana

hard for me to imagine you not having learned these dance steps

as skilled as a noble who received education on this from a young

Klein gave a humble smile as he wore

balance, dancing was a very

her head and

a gentleman who can

her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s silver

replied with a smile. During this period, his feet kept moving as he

have close ties with Wahana, not to improve his reputation, but because she was once a

to converse. You can’t be like two dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the dance and music’s rhythm that you do not wish to

be euphemistic because this is Loen,

not be direct

an example. If you wish to compliment a lady for her perfume, you can’t 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

to match the

Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as he said with a self-deprecating smile, “Thank you for not telling me that my praises weren’t

Wahana’s smile deepened.

do you know what kind of gentleman is very

do tell.” Klein honestly shook

change in her smile, “The second most popular type are

the first?” Klein

type are

she smiled and didn’t say another word. Klein