Lord of the Mysteries

Ten at night. Backlund was drizzling again as a thin fog produced a blurry sense of beauty amidst the street lamps.

Isengard Stanton’s assistant, Bowen, surveyed the bottom level once before walking to the side of the oriel window and was prepared to shut the final window.

At that moment, a shadow scuttled in and landed firmly on the protruding wall.

It was a blue, short-furred stray cat!

Bowen saw the large pair of yellow eyes looking at him as he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“There’s no food here.”

As a detective’s work made him prone to revenge, and him having many secrets to hide, Isengard Stanton’s cook and servants were paid by the hour. There were a fixed number of hours a day, and they wouldn’t prepare too much food. This made it difficult for there to be any leftovers after dinner.

The blue cat opened its mouth but didn’t produce any meowing sounds. It began speaking like a human, “I’m Sherlock Moriarty. I’m here to meet Mr. Isengard Stanton.”

“…” Although Bowen was a Beyonder who was nurtured by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, he was a Low-Sequence Beyonder and his horizons were stilted. This was the first time he was encountering a speaking cat, so he was momentarily shocked and dazed.

After a few seconds, he came to his senses and recalled what the cat had just said.

It said… It said it’s Sherlock Moriarty?

This great detective really isn’t simple!

He actually changed into a cat, no—controlled a cat!

Such powers are really strange and terrifying!

Bowen rapidly calmed down and didn’t directly answer the cat. He reached out to close the windows.

After doing all of this, he said with a suppressed voice, “Follow me”

The cat immediately leaped from the platform behind the oriel window as it agilely followed behind Bowen with its tail up. It followed him all the way to the second story and watched him knock on Isengard Stanton’s bedroom door.

“Is there something?” Isengard, who was dressed in pajamas with faint lines, opened the door and asked.

He was just enjoying his tobacco before sleeping.

Bowen cautiously pointed to the crouched blue cat beside him.

“Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you.”

white sideburns and thin face raised his brows slightly and looked down. He took two steps back and allowed the

get some sleep. Wake up as per normal tomorrow. We still have a case awaiting us,”

to look at the blue cat who

never expected you to have such Beyonder powers. I was worried

noticed your exclamation mark,” the

that having such an expression show on a cat’s face was rather odd. It left anyone who

at his pipe, sat on a reclining chair, and slowly exhaled in comfort. He said

your compliments.” The cat

rubbed

understood

and the Church of Steam. Heh heh, so even though it will be quite troublesome for

and tracked. Do you have the means to evade their tracking? Hmm… the sum of

get me to deposit the money into a particular bank account, and then

is the best solution I can think of, but carrying it out

response as it gave

to lend me

were sold for 12,000 pounds. The buyer is the daughter of Earl Hall, Audrey. Well, the hiring of lawyers and accountants, as well as the publishing of the advertisements cost a total of 600 pounds. In addition, there was a

on

tax… More than 2,000 pounds are gone just

he never declared his income for tax purposes. Later, he became an adventurer, and since the bounties targeted at pirates enjoyed concessions, there was no need for him to pay taxes on them. Hence, he never realized that tax was something he needed to pay. Therefore, back when Isengard Stanton had mentioned taxes, he hadn’t taken it to heart, believing that it wouldn’t

were waived by

silence, the cat’s whiskers moved as it said, “Alright,

with

that, as it would be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard stood up with his pipe.

way,” the cat replied,

a passcode and key to open it. Then, he took out stacks of cash,

briefcases and entered a guest room diagonally opposite

the briefcases filled with cash on the ground as he said to the cat that followed him

said after taking

nodded and pointed to the

“There are candles inside.”

held the doorknob, and said with a smile, “I’m really curious how you would leave… I believe it will be a very

click,

dark red coat and an old triangular hat appeared. It was none other than

and quickly set up a simple altar. Skipping over many of the first few steps, he directly muttered in Elvish, “Blessed of the sea and spirit

prays for

pray for you to take his