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.”

brows slightly and looked down. He took two steps back and allowed

Wake up as per normal tomorrow. We still have a case

left him, he closed the door and turned to look at the blue cat who was sitting beside the reclining

Beyonder powers. I was

mark,” the cat said with

was rather odd.

reclining chair, and slowly exhaled in comfort. He said with a smile, “I trust your

your compliments.” The cat

and rubbed

understood what

Steam. Heh heh, so even though it will be quite troublesome for them if they get exposed, I believe that they have a demigod

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

me in order to get me to deposit the money into a particular bank account, and then you’ll find

“This is the best solution

response as it gave a deep

need you to lend me an

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 duty

a tax on commercial, financial, and

2,000 pounds are gone just like that…

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 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 had given

for 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

whiskers moved as it said, “Alright, give me the cash. Eh, move it to the

no problems with the

it would be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard

on its way,” the cat replied,

open it. Then,

bedroom with these briefcases and entered a guest

it,” Isengard placed the briefcases filled with cash on the ground as he said to the

the cat said after taking

nodded and pointed to

“There are candles inside.”

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

closed the door with a click, leaving the guest

red coat and an old triangular

first 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

servant prays

you to take his