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

as per normal tomorrow. We still have a case awaiting us,” Isengard instructed Bowen as

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

to have such Beyonder powers. I was worried you would directly

noticed your exclamation mark,” the cat

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

towards that as he sucked at his pipe, sat on a reclining chair, and slowly exhaled in comfort.

The cat politely reached out

it and rubbed its pipe

should’ve understood what

heh, so even though it will be quite troublesome

be 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? Hmm… the sum of money isn’t a small one. Bringing it out

me think. Were you planning on conferring with me in order to get me to deposit the money into

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

a direct response as

need you to lend me an empty room

“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

taxes were a tax on commercial,

are gone just like that… The cat’s expression instantly

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

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

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

with the

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

already on its way,” the

key to open it. Then, he took out

left the master bedroom with these briefcases and entered a guest room

it,” Isengard placed the briefcases filled with cash on the ground

the cat said

nodded and pointed to the

“There are candles inside.”

left the door, held the doorknob, and said with a smile, “I’m

with a click, leaving

and an old triangular hat

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 tsunamis and

servant prays for your

pray for you