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?”

last year,” Stelyn said

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

appeared as though she had long considered the answer to

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

What leaves me most envious of all is how he

in the detective circles, and private detectives

patience listening to her drone on as he couldn’t help but rub his

from Sherlock Moriarty’s poor financial situation and him being good at telling detective stories, the rest was within the scope of what he

I’ll investigate those from the Quelaag Club who have good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished

…

Böklund Street. Inside Dwayne Dantès’s

dancers, Klein was embracing a lady in

the etiquette teacher that Walter had hired. Her name

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

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

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

he couldn’t perform badly in

situation was mainly through common acquaintances. And at times,

graceful moves,

me to imagine you not having learned

as skilled as a noble who received

to your teachings.” Klein gave a humble

the Clown’s balance, dancing was a

head and chuckled

gentleman who can really make

immediately raised her light brown eyes and swept her gaze across Dwayne Dantès’s silver sideburns and deep

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

close ties with Wahana, not to

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

be euphemistic because this is Loen, not

do not be direct and crude. You need

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

needs to

no literary feel. Shouldn’t you say that “the moon is beautiful, isn’t is?” Klein lampooned with a Japanese-styled euphemism as he

Wahana’s smile deepened.

know what kind of gentleman is very welcomed

Klein

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

first?” Klein

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

Klein instantly understood she was hiding her