Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 751

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 after recalling

you know of him? Or should I say,

Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered the answer to such

income isn’t too high. He doesn’t even hire a full-time housemaid. All he

chance to interrupt 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

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

to her drone on

from Sherlock Moriarty’s poor financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories, the rest was within

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

…

Street. Inside Dwayne

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

Walter had

a common name, but she wasn’t ordinary at all. Her facial features were

education from a young age and later entered the palace. She had the job of court lady

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

perform badly in

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

and graceful moves,

imagine you not

you’re as skilled as a noble who received

gave a humble smile as he wore a warm,

the Clown’s balance, dancing was a very

lowered her head and chuckled

gentleman who can really make

brown eyes and swept her

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

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

You also need to converse. You can’t be like two dolls unless both of you are so immersed in

euphemistic because this

direct and crude. You need to appear

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

course, this needs to match the

Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as he said with a self-deprecating smile,

Wahana’s smile deepened.

what kind of gentleman is

do tell.” Klein honestly shook his

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

first?” Klein asked

most popular type are men who

didn’t say another word. Klein instantly understood she was hiding her

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