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.”

sideburns and thin face raised his brows slightly and looked down. He took

and get some sleep. Wake up as per normal tomorrow. We still have

to look at the blue cat who was sitting beside

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

mark,” the

show on a cat’s face was rather odd. It left anyone who witnessed it feel a chill run down their

he sucked at his pipe, sat on a reclining chair, and slowly exhaled in comfort. He said with

The cat

rubbed its pipe

should’ve understood

Evernight and the Church of Steam. Heh heh, so even though it will be quite troublesome for them if they get exposed, I believe

leaving, you’ll definitely be tailed and tracked. Do

money into a particular bank account, and

that, Isengard said with a self-deprecating smile, “This is the best

didn’t give a direct response as

me an empty

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

taxes were a tax on commercial,

pounds are gone just like that…

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,

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

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

problems with the money,

checked them. They wouldn’t do any cheap tricks on that, as it would be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard stood up with his

already on its way,” the cat

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

bedroom with these briefcases and entered a guest room diagonally

the

trust you,” the cat said after taking a

pointed to

“There are candles inside.”

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

Stanton closed the door with a click, leaving the guest

and an old triangular hat appeared. It was

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

prays for your

you to take