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 after recalling

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

she had long considered the answer to

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

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 of all is how he obtained Mary’s gratitude. He joined the Quelaag Club where its members are people with significant

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

on

Stelyn. Apart from Sherlock 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

with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s droning, he immediately thanked her and left

…

Böklund Street. Inside

dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in her thirties

teacher that Walter

were

baron’s family. She received a good education from a

Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to become a private tutor in etiquette. She often went

couldn’t perform badly in front of this

mainly through common acquaintances. And at

moves, the black-haired

me to imagine you not

as a noble who received education on this from

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

the Clown’s balance, dancing was a very

her head

can really make a lady

immediately raised her light brown eyes and swept her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s silver sideburns and deep blue

I’ve heard today,” Klein replied with a smile. During this period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around.

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

to converse. You can’t be like two dolls unless

conversing, you must be euphemistic

not be direct and crude.

kind of perfume it is to praise her. You need

this needs to match the

you say that “the moon is beautiful, isn’t is?” 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 gentlemanly

Wahana’s smile deepened.

of gentleman is very welcomed by

Klein honestly

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

about the first?”

are men who make

say another word. Klein instantly understood she was hiding her praise in between the