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?”

September last year,” Stelyn said after

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

mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she had

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.

typical detective. He went to grammar school and studied history. What leaves me most envious

he apparently became famous in the detective circles, and

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

at telling detective stories, the rest was within the scope of

relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to

…

Böklund Street. Inside

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

that Walter had hired. Her name

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

family. She received a good education from a young age and later entered the palace. She had the job of court lady until she was

to choose to become a private tutor in etiquette. She often went to the families of nobles and tycoons to teach

perform badly

was mainly through common acquaintances. And at times, the interaction between servants

and graceful moves, the black-haired Wahana

me to imagine you not having

less than half an hour, you’re as skilled as a noble who received education

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

balance, dancing was a very easy matter

her head and

who can really make a

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 hired quartet’s

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

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

be euphemistic because this is

be direct and

wish to compliment a lady for her perfume, you can’t directly tell her how nice it smells, nor ask what kind of perfume it is to praise

needs to

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

Wahana’s smile deepened.

you know what kind of gentleman is very

tell.” Klein honestly

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

about the first?”

said, “The most popular type are men who make

she smiled and didn’t say another word. Klein