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?”

last year,” Stelyn said after

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

Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered the

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

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

detective circles, and private detectives often came to look for

listening to her drone on as he couldn’t help

Moriarty’s poor financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories, the rest was within the scope of what he had previously investigated. He even knew that Sherlock Moriarty had good

Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s

…

Böklund Street. Inside Dwayne Dantès’s

could accommodate more than a hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in her

that Walter had

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

in a baron’s family. She received a good education from a young age and later entered the palace.

only ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to

badly in front of this lady, or there was no way to save his

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

and graceful moves, the

imagine you not having learned these dance

you’re as skilled as a

teachings.” Klein gave a humble smile

Clown’s balance, dancing was a very

head

can

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

moving

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

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

must be euphemistic because this is

simply, do not be direct

tell her how nice it smells, nor ask what kind of perfume it is to praise her. You need to

to match the traits of

euphemism as he said with a self-deprecating smile, “Thank you for not telling me

Wahana’s smile deepened.

kind of gentleman is very welcomed

do tell.” Klein

popular type are men who make women

the first?” Klein

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

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