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

should I say,

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

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

history. What leaves me most envious of all is how he obtained Mary’s gratitude. He joined the Quelaag Club where its members are people

famous in the detective circles, and private detectives often

patience listening to her drone on as he couldn’t

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

with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished listening to Mrs. Stelyn’s droning, he immediately thanked

…

Böklund Street. Inside

could accommodate more than a hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a lady

was the etiquette teacher that Walter had hired.

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

to Walter’s introduction, she 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 she

believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose

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

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

graceful moves,

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

you’re as skilled as a noble

your teachings.” Klein gave a humble smile as

balance, dancing was a very easy matter

her head

can really make

her light brown eyes and swept her gaze across

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

Wahana, not to improve

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 do not wish to speak. Of course, that’s also a form of communication—a form of communication of

you must be euphemistic because this is Loen,

direct and crude. You need to appear

smells, nor ask what kind of perfume it is to praise her. You

to match

no literary 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

Wahana’s smile deepened.

of gentleman is very welcomed

do tell.” Klein honestly shook

popular type are

the first?”

at him and said, “The most popular type are men who

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