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?”

year,” Stelyn

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

as though she had

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 that he’s good at telling stories,

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

detective circles, and private detectives often came to look for

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

telling detective stories,

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

…

Street. Inside

hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a

was the etiquette teacher that Walter had

all. Her facial features were only above average, but her disposition was impeccable. Her every action

Walter’s introduction, she was born in a baron’s family. She received a good education from a young age and later

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

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

was mainly through common acquaintances. And at times, the

footsteps and graceful moves, the black-haired Wahana nodded

to imagine you not having learned these

a noble

Klein gave a humble smile as

dancing was a very

lowered her head

who can really make

swept her gaze across

feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around. Not far away, the hired quartet’s melodious music

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

be like two dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the dance and music’s rhythm that you do not wish to speak. Of course, that’s also a form of

euphemistic because this

do not be direct and crude. You need

is to praise her. You need to connect a more euphemistic meaning to it and mention that. Yes, you can say something like: It feels like

this needs to match the traits

isn’t is?” Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as he said

Wahana’s smile deepened.

of gentleman is very welcomed

do tell.” Klein honestly shook

her smile, “The second most popular type are men

the first?” Klein asked

“The most popular type are men

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