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

“What do you know of him? Or should I

mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she had

adultery which 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 that he’s good at telling stories, especially detective-related stories. This might be why

history. What leaves me most envious of all is how he obtained Mary’s gratitude. He

apparently became famous in the detective circles, and

drone on

to obtain any useful information from Mrs. 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

Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s droning,

…

Inside Dwayne

dancers, Klein was embracing

was the etiquette teacher that Walter had hired. Her name was Wahana

all. Her facial features were only

a baron’s family. She received a good education from a young age and later entered

had declined and her husband’s financial situation was only ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to become a private tutor in etiquette. She often went to the families

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

mainly through common acquaintances. And at times, the interaction

footsteps and graceful moves,

it’s hard for me to imagine you

a noble who received education on this

Klein gave a humble

dancing was a

lowered her head and

gentleman who can really

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

smile. During this period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana gently around. Not far

Wahana, not to improve his reputation, but because she

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 communication—a form of

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 more euphemistic meaning to it and mention that. Yes, you can say

course, this needs to match the traits

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.

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

do tell.” Klein honestly shook his

second most popular type

about the first?”

“The most popular type are men who make women think that they are

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