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 after recalling her

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

that was mentioned, Stelyn appeared as though she had long considered

even hire a full-time

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

circles,

patience listening to her drone on as he

failed 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 investigated. He even knew

good relationships with Sherlock Moriarty… Once he patiently finished

…

Böklund Street. Inside Dwayne

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

that Walter had

had a common name, but she wasn’t ordinary at all. Her facial features were only above

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

family had declined and her husband’s financial situation was only ordinary, being a believer in the Evernight Goddess prompted her to choose to

couldn’t perform badly in front of

mainly

footsteps and graceful moves, the black-haired Wahana nodded

imagine you not having learned these

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

teachings.” Klein gave a humble smile as he wore a warm,

balance, dancing was a very easy matter

lowered her head and chuckled

who can really make

her light brown eyes and swept her

this period, his feet kept moving as

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

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 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

be euphemistic because this is

do not be direct and

you wish 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 euphemistic meaning to it and mention that. Yes, you can say something like: It feels like I’m out in the spring

needs to match

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.

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

do tell.” Klein honestly shook

smile, “The second most popular type

the first?” Klein asked

and said, “The most popular type are men

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