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.”

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

your room and get some sleep. Wake up as per normal tomorrow. We

assistant left him, he closed the door and turned to look at the blue cat

powers.

mark,” the cat said

face was rather

sat on a reclining chair, and slowly exhaled in comfort. He said with

cat politely reached out its paws and

it and rubbed its pipe

understood what

afraid that I would discover them and end up telling the Church of Evernight and the Church of Steam. Heh heh, so even though it will be quite troublesome for them if they get exposed, I believe that they have a demigod among them. This is a deduction and is also based on

definitely be tailed and tracked. Do you have the means to evade their tracking? Hmm… the sum of money isn’t a

me think. Were you planning on conferring with me in order to get me to deposit the money into a particular bank account, and then you’ll find many

Isengard said with a self-deprecating smile, “This is the best solution I can think of, but carrying it out would be extremely

response

me an

as well as the publishing of the advertisements cost a total of 600 pounds. In addition, there was

were a tax on commercial, financial, and

More than 2,000 pounds are gone just like that… The cat’s expression

his income was difficult to be monitored, so 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

why there weren’t any taxes for the share transaction the previous time, taxes were waived by the Loen government for initial investments related to inventions, as a way to foster

brief silence, the cat’s whiskers moved as it said, “Alright, give me the cash. Eh, move it to

no problems with the money,

my

way,” the cat replied,

passcode and key to open it. Then, he took out stacks of cash, and he stuffed them into

briefcases and entered a guest room diagonally

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

the cat said after taking a

pointed to the

“There are candles inside.”

the door, held the doorknob, and said with a smile, “I’m really curious how

Stanton closed the door with a click, leaving the

the cat’s side, a figure dressed in a dark red coat and an old

the first few steps, he directly muttered in Elvish, “Blessed of the sea and spirit world, guardian of the Rorsted Archipelago, ruler of the undersea

devoted servant prays for your

pray for you