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.”

and looked down. He took two steps back and allowed the

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

turned to look at the blue cat who was sitting beside the reclining chair. He

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

exclamation mark,” the

a cat’s face was rather odd. It left anyone

a reclining

your compliments.” The cat politely reached out its

rubbed its

should’ve understood what

dare to monitor me too strictly, 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 certain feedback. After all, I’ve lived

leaving, you’ll definitely be tailed and tracked. Do you have the means to evade their tracking? Hmm… the sum

to deposit the money into a particular

“This is the best solution I can think of, but carrying it out would be

didn’t give a direct response as

need you to lend me an empty

hiring of lawyers and accountants, as well as the publishing of the advertisements cost a total of 600 pounds. In addition, there was a 0.5% stamp duty and 20% D-type taxes.

taxes were a tax on commercial, financial, and specialized

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

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 Isengard Stanton had mentioned taxes, he hadn’t taken it to heart, believing that it wouldn’t be much. However, reality

any taxes for the share transaction the previous time, taxes were waived by the Loen government for initial investments related to inventions,

“Alright, give me the cash. Eh, move it to the

no problems with the

any cheap tricks on that, as it would be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard stood up with his pipe. “Remember to send me a signed letter of confirmation by mail

already on its way,”

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

left the master bedroom with these briefcases and entered a guest room diagonally opposite

placed the briefcases filled with cash on the ground as

trust you,” the cat said after

nodded and pointed to

“There are candles inside.”

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

click, leaving the guest

figure dressed in a dark red coat and an old triangular hat

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

prays for your

you to