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.”

down. He took two steps back and allowed the blue cat to

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

turned to look

never expected you to have such Beyonder powers.

the cat said with a

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

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

compliments.” The cat politely reached out its paws

observed it and rubbed its pipe while

should’ve understood

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 on this street

stopped from entering my house. I believe you’ve already figured that out. But when leaving, you’ll definitely be tailed and tracked. Do you have the means to evade their tracking?

planning on conferring with me in order to get me to deposit the money

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

direct response as it gave a deep

need you to lend me an empty room and three

issue 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 duty and

on commercial, financial, and

pounds are gone just like that… The cat’s

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

previous time, taxes were waived by the

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

problems with the

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

already on its way,” the cat replied,

walked to the safe inside the master bedroom, using a passcode and key to open it. Then, he took out stacks of cash, and he stuffed them into

briefcases and entered a guest room

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

trust you,” the cat said after

and pointed

“There are candles inside.”

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

door with a click, leaving the guest room silent

dressed in a dark red coat and an

Elvish, “Blessed of the sea and spirit world, guardian of the

servant prays for

you to