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.”

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

to your room and get some sleep. Wake up as per normal tomorrow. We still have a case awaiting

the door and turned to look at the blue cat who

have such Beyonder powers. I was worried you would directly

your exclamation mark,” the cat said

to be said that having such an expression show on a cat’s face was rather odd. It left

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

you for your compliments.” The cat politely reached out its paws and

rubbed its pipe while

should’ve understood what

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

figured that out. But when leaving, you’ll definitely be tailed and tracked. Do 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 people to

best solution I can think of, but carrying it out would be

direct response as it gave a

lend me an empty room

pounds. The buyer is the daughter of Earl Hall, Audrey. Well, the hiring of lawyers and accountants, as well as the publishing of the

a tax on commercial, financial,

pounds are gone

formerly a Nighthawk, and his salary was tax-free. Later, as a private detective, 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

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

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

problems with the money,

be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard stood up with his pipe. “Remember to send me a signed letter of confirmation by

its way,” the cat

master bedroom, using a passcode and key to open it. Then, he took out stacks of

with these briefcases

the ground as he said to the cat

trust you,” the cat said after

and pointed

“There are candles inside.”

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

a click, leaving the guest room silent and

figure dressed in a dark red coat and an old

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

prays for

pray for you to take his