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

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

she had long

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

Leonard a chance to 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 is how

became famous in the detective circles, and private detectives often came to look

lost his patience listening to her drone on

being good at telling detective stories,

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

…

Inside Dwayne Dantès’s

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

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

were only above average, but

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

was only ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to become a private

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

high society asked about a person’s situation was mainly through common acquaintances.

nimble footsteps and graceful moves,

Dantès, it’s hard for me to imagine you not

a noble who received education

to your teachings.” Klein gave a humble

Clown’s balance, dancing was a very easy

lowered her head

who can really

brown eyes and swept her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s

praise I’ve heard today,” Klein replied with a smile. During this period, his feet kept moving as he spun Wahana

had the intention to have close ties with Wahana, not to improve his reputation, but

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

be euphemistic

not be direct and crude.

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

this needs to match the

lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as he

Wahana’s smile deepened.

know what kind of gentleman is very welcomed by women at

tell.” Klein honestly

second most popular type are men who

first?” Klein

popular type are

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