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?”

year,” Stelyn said

you know of him? Or should

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 stories, especially detective-related stories. This might be why he

her, 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 all is how he obtained Mary’s gratitude. He joined the Quelaag Club

he apparently became famous in the detective circles,

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

at telling detective stories, the rest

relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to

…

Street. Inside

a hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in her thirties as they

etiquette teacher that Walter had hired. Her name was

features were only above average,

she was born in a baron’s family. She received a good education from a young

being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to become a private tutor in etiquette. She often

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

mainly through common

and graceful moves, the black-haired Wahana nodded

it’s hard for me to imagine you not having

a noble who received education on

gave a humble smile as he wore a warm, humble

Clown’s balance, dancing was a

lowered her head

a gentleman who can really make a lady

swept her gaze

best praise I’ve heard today,” Klein replied with a smile. During this period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around. Not far away, the

the intention to have close ties with Wahana, not to improve his reputation, but

dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the dance and music’s rhythm that you do not wish to speak. Of course, that’s also a form

you must be euphemistic because this

simply, do not be direct and crude. You need to

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

to

you say that “the moon is beautiful, isn’t is?” Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as

Wahana’s smile deepened.

gentleman is very welcomed by women

tell.” Klein honestly shook his

her smile, “The second most popular type are men who make women think that he’s

first?”

at him and said, “The most popular type are men who make women think that they are

word. Klein instantly understood she