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 said after recalling her

you know of him? Or should I say, what

that was mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered the answer

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, especially detective-related stories. This might be why he had

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

detective circles, and private detectives often came to look for

on as he couldn’t help but rub his

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 that Sherlock Moriarty had good

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

…

Street. Inside

hundred dancers,

etiquette teacher that Walter had hired. Her name was

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

was born in a baron’s family. She received a good education from a young age and later entered the palace. She had the job of court lady until

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

that he couldn’t perform badly in front of this lady, or there was no way to save his

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

nimble footsteps and graceful moves,

to imagine you not

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

Klein gave a humble smile as he wore a

Clown’s balance, dancing was a very easy

her head

can really make a

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

period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around. Not

have close ties with Wahana, not to improve his reputation,

a minor mistake that Dwayne Dantès committed, she said, “When inviting a lady to dance, it’s not only a dance. You also need to converse. You can’t be like two dolls unless both of you are so immersed in the dance and music’s rhythm that you

euphemistic because this

do not be direct and crude. You

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 her. You need to connect a more euphemistic meaning to it and mention that. Yes, you can say something like: It feels like I’m out in the

course, this needs to match

feel. Shouldn’t 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

Wahana’s smile deepened.

you know what kind of gentleman is very welcomed by women at social

do tell.” Klein honestly

said without a change in her smile, “The second most popular

about the first?” Klein

type are men who make women think

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