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

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

was mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she

too high. He doesn’t even hire a full-time housemaid. All he can

detective. He went to grammar school and studied history. What leaves me most envious of all is how he obtained Mary’s

the detective circles, and private detectives often

drone on as he couldn’t help but rub

financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories, the rest was within the scope of what he had previously investigated.

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

…

Street. Inside

than a hundred dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in her

that Walter had hired. Her name was Wahana

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

baron’s family. She received a good education from a

ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to become a private tutor in etiquette. She often went

spell it out, Klein knew that he couldn’t perform badly

mainly

moves, the black-haired Wahana nodded

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

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

Klein gave a humble smile as he wore

dancing was a very easy matter

her head and

who can really

her light brown eyes and swept her gaze across Dwayne

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

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

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

conversing, you must be euphemistic because this is

it simply, do not be direct and

to compliment 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

this needs to

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 me that

Wahana’s smile deepened.

what kind of gentleman

tell.” Klein

smile, “The second most popular type are men who make women think that he’s

first?”

type are men who make women

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