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 thin face raised his brows slightly and looked down. He took two steps back and allowed the blue cat to saunter into his

as per normal tomorrow. We still have

assistant left him, he closed the door and turned to look at the

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

exclamation mark,” the

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

he sucked at his pipe, sat on a reclining chair, and slowly exhaled

compliments.” The cat politely reached out its paws and

and rubbed

understood what is

Steam. Heh heh, so even though it will be quite troublesome for them if

out. But when leaving, you’ll definitely be tailed and tracked. Do you have the means

the money into

Isengard said with a self-deprecating smile, “This is the best solution I can think of,

response as it

me an empty room and three

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

on commercial, financial, and

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

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

previous time, taxes were waived by the

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

no problems with the

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

its way,” the cat

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

briefcases and entered

on the ground as he said to the cat

cat said after taking a few

nodded and pointed

“There are candles inside.”

a smile, “I’m really curious how

closed the door with a click, leaving the guest room silent and

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

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

devoted servant prays for your

you to take his