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?”

Stelyn

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

as though she had long considered

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

school and studied history. What leaves me most envious of all is how he obtained Mary’s gratitude. He joined the Quelaag

circles, and private detectives often came to look

to her drone on as he couldn’t help

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,

Club who have good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s droning, he

…

Böklund Street. Inside

hall that could accommodate more than a hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a

the etiquette teacher that Walter had

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

from a

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

knew that he couldn’t perform badly in front of this

mainly through

and graceful moves, the black-haired

Dantès, it’s hard for me to imagine you not having learned these dance steps

half an hour, you’re as skilled as a noble who received education on this from a

all thanks to your teachings.” Klein gave a humble

balance, dancing was a

lowered her head

who can really make a

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

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

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

can’t be like two dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the

conversing, you must be euphemistic because this is Loen, not

not be direct and crude.

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

this needs to match the traits of

Japanese-styled euphemism as he said with a self-deprecating smile, “Thank

Wahana’s smile deepened.

do you know what kind of gentleman is very welcomed by women

Klein honestly

change in her smile, “The second most popular type

first?” Klein asked

popular type are men who make women think that they

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

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