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

as per normal tomorrow. We still have a case awaiting

look at the blue cat who was sitting

powers. I was worried you would directly

exclamation mark,” the cat

be said that having such an expression show on a cat’s face was rather

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

for your compliments.” The cat politely

rubbed its

should’ve understood

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

from entering my house. I believe you’ve already figured that out. But when leaving, you’ll definitely be tailed and tracked.

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

give a direct response as it gave a deep

only need you to lend me

as he said, “The shares 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 0.5% stamp

on commercial, financial,

2,000 pounds are gone just like

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 to pay taxes on them. Hence, he never realized that tax was something he

time, taxes were waived by the Loen government for initial investments related to inventions, as

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

no problems with the

as it would be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard stood up with his pipe. “Remember to send me a signed letter

already on its way,”

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

the master bedroom with these briefcases

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

trust you,” the cat said after

and pointed to

“There are candles inside.”

doorknob, and said with a smile, “I’m really curious

click, leaving the

side, a figure dressed in a dark red coat and an old triangular hat appeared. It was none other than Klein’s marionette, Wraith

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

prays for your

for you to