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.”

thin face raised his brows slightly and looked down. He took two steps back

your room and get some sleep. Wake up as per normal tomorrow. We still have a case awaiting us,” Isengard instructed Bowen as

and turned to look at the blue cat

to have such Beyonder powers. I was

your exclamation mark,” the cat

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

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

you for your compliments.” The cat politely reached out

it and rubbed its pipe

understood what

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

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

with me in order to get me to deposit the money into a particular bank account, and then

the best solution I can think of, but carrying it

a direct response

to lend me

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

tax on commercial, financial, and

gone just like that…

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

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

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

problems with the money,

them. They wouldn’t do any cheap tricks on that, as it would be an insult to my intelligence.” Isengard stood up with his pipe. “Remember to send me a signed letter

on its way,”

key to open it. Then,

the master bedroom with these briefcases and entered a guest room

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

you,” the cat said

and pointed to

“There are candles inside.”

a smile, “I’m really

a click, leaving the guest room

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 and spirit world, guardian of the Rorsted Archipelago, ruler of the undersea

servant prays for

you