Late at night, 7 Pinster Street.
Leonard Mitchell sat on a chair, raised his feet, and extended them to the edge of the desk.
Following that, he leaned back, causing the wooden joints to creak. His breathing gradually became long.
After an unknown period of time, his eyelids drooped, covering his eyes.
At this moment, Leonard's spirit had already arrived in a gray World, but he was still in his bedroom.
He flew to the window and saw a thick gray fog enveloping the nearby streets. It extended outwards, as though it wanted to envelop all of Baekeland.
The gas lamps by the side of the street and the warm flames in the different houses appeared abnormally dim. They could only illuminate a very small area around them, and it was dyed a little hazy.
At the same time, illusory oval-shaped balls of light appeared and hid, intertwining and enveloping the houses, as though they were the source of their existence.
This was the city in the eyes of a Nightmare.
According to his previous investigations, Leonard jumped out of the window in his Nightmare form and flew to 17 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.
He didn't barge in directly. He landed at the door in the thick fog and politely rang the doorbell.
Amidst the sounds of cuckoo cuckoo, Stelyn, who was wearing a nightgown, opened the door.
As she held the silver-inlaid palatial feather fan in front of her chest, she asked in confusion and confusion,
"Who are you looking for?"
She was none other than Klein's landlord when he acted as Sherlock Moriarty. She was a blonde, blue-eyed lady in her thirties.
Leonard had already changed into a black-and-white checkered Loen police uniform. He casually showed his identification.
He casually showed his identification and said, "Do you know Sherlock Moriarty?"
As she was in a dream, Stelyn's reaction was very slow.
After a few seconds, she asked, "Did something happen to him?"
As she asked, under Leonard's influence, she naturally conjured the Sherlock Moriarty in her mind.
He wore a half top hat, a double-breasted frock coat, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge, and a beard around his mouth …
This was consistent with the Sherlock Moriarty that Leonard had previously obtained, so he didn't suspect anything.
"He was involved in a case and is being investigated.
"I hope you can cooperate with us."
"Okay, okay." Stelyn wanted to raise her chin, but for some reason, she felt a little afraid.
Leonard thought for a second.
"When did he rent the house?"
"Early September last year," Stelyn recalled.
Leonard continued to ask,
"What do you know about him? In other words, what kind of person is he in your heart? "
At the mention of this, Stelyn seemed to have long considered the answer.
"He's from Midseashire and has an accent there. He's a very capable detective and once helped Mary solve her husband's affair. However, his income isn't high, and he can't even hire a full-time maidservant. He can only get my maidservant to help him part-time … My child told me that he's a very good storyteller, especially detective stories. This might be the reason why he chose that industry …"
Without giving Leonard a chance to interrupt, she continued, "He's not as boorish as the typical detective.
"He's not as crude as the average detective. He went to grammar school and studied history. The most enviable thing is that he received Mary's gratitude and joined the Quelaag Club. It's filled with people of high status. I've been there a few times …
"Later, he seems to have become famous in the detective circle. Private detectives often come to him …"
Leonard grew impatient as he listened. He couldn't help but rub his temples.
He didn't obtain any useful information from Mrs. Stelyn. Apart from the fact that Sherlock Moriarty's financial situation wasn't too good and that he was good at telling detective stories, everything else was within the scope of his investigations. He even knew that Sherlock Moriarty had a good relationship with Eichinger Stanton.
Next, I'll start investigating the few people in the Quelaag Club who are on good terms with Sherlock Moriarty … After patiently listening to Mrs. Stelyn's nagging, Leonard immediately thanked her and left her dream.
…
160 Böklund Street, inside Dwayne Dantès's mansion.
In the hall that could accommodate more than a hundred guests, Klein was dancing with a lady in her thirties.
This was the etiquette teacher that Walter had found, named Wahana Heisen.
She had a feminine name, but she wasn't ordinary. Her facial features were only slightly above average, but she had an extremely elegant bearing. Her every move had a charm to it.
According to Walter, she was born into a baron's family and had received a good education from a young age. Later, she entered the palace and served as a female official until she got married.
As her family had declined, and her husband's financial situation was only average, she, who believed in the Evernight Goddess, chose to become an etiquette tutor. She often went to different noble or wealthy families to teach their children.
Although the butler didn't say it explicitly, Klein knew that he couldn't perform too badly in front of this lady. Otherwise, his reputation would be hopeless.
One of the important ways for nobles, tycoons, and other members of high society to find out about a person's situation was through mutual acquaintances. And at times, the interactions between servants also had such implications.
Wahana moved her feet lightly, her body swayed, and her black hair was tied up lightly. She nodded in approval.
"Mr. Dantès, it's hard to imagine that you haven't learned such dance steps before.
"In less than half an hour, you're as skilled as a noble who has received such education from a young age."
"It's all thanks to your good teachings." Klein smiled humbly. His expression was warm and not ostentatious.
With the balance and coordination of a Clown, dancing was a very simple matter for him.
Wahana lowered her head and chuckled.
"You're a gentleman who can make a lady happy."
Her light brown eyes looked up and swept past Dwayne Dantès's silver-streaked sideburns and deep blue eyes.
"That's the best compliment I've heard today." As Klein replied with a smile, his footsteps didn't stop. With Wahana, he nimbly spun in a circle. Not far away, the band that he had hired continued to resound in the hall with a beautiful melody.
He had the intention to get to know Wahana not only to improve his reputation, but also because she had served as a female official in the palace.
Wahana corrected Dwayne Dantès's tiny mistake and said, "Inviting a lady to dance isn't just about dancing.
There also needs to be a conversation. It can't be like two dolls, unless both of you are immersed in the music and the rhythm of the dance and don't wish to speak. Of course, this is also a form of communication, a communication of the mind.
"When conversing, one has to be reserved. This is Rouen, not Intis.
"To put it simply, don't be direct or crude. Make yourself appear gentlemanly.
"Let me give you an example. If you wish to praise a lady's perfume, you can't directly say how nice it smells, nor can you ask what perfume it is and give a compliment. You have to associate it with a more reserved meaning. You have to mention something from the side. Yes, you can say something like: I feel like I'm in the suburbs of spring.
"Of course, this has to be in line with the perfume's characteristics."
It's not literary. Shouldn't you say, "The moon is beautiful tonight?" Klein lampooned in a Japanese-styled manner as he gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"Thank you for not saying that my praise wasn't gentlemanly enough."
Wahana's smile deepened.
"Mr. Dantès, do you know what a gentleman is like when it comes to social occasions?"
"No." Klein shook his head frankly.
Wahana's smile didn't diminish.
"The second most popular is a man who makes a lady think that he's very smart."
"What's first?" Klein asked cooperatively.
Wahana glanced at him and said,
"The first most popular is a man who makes a lady think that he's very smart."
With that said, she smiled and didn't say another word. Klein instantly understood her hidden praise.
This is Rouen's style of being reserved … It's not like Intis, where it's all about the lower half … Yes, these are all reports from newspapers and magazines. There's no way to determine what a real social occasion with Intis is like. Anyway, the two countries always vilify each other … The era of the Emperor does match the description … Klein nodded in enlightenment.
The two-hour etiquette lesson came to an end in such a harmonious atmosphere. Klein led Walter and Richardson to send Wahana to the door and gave her a small gift.
It was the Drim Company's Moonlight perfume. It was mixed with gray amber and was rather expensive.
As for the exact amount, Klein wasn't sure. This was because Walter was in charge of buying it, and the expenditure came from the housekeeper. When the 1,000 pounds were almost spent and new funds were needed, Taneja would bring the receipts and forms to him for verification.
The reason why Klein knew which company it was and what kind of perfume it was was because his butler had informed him ahead of time. It was to prevent him from appearing insincere if Ma 'am Wahana asked about it.
From these details, he deeply understood the importance of a good butler.
Seeing the satisfied Ma 'am Wahana leave, Klein resisted the urge to rub his temples as he sighed inwardly.
This is more tiring than fighting a Beyonder. I have to constantly pay attention to my actions and choose my words carefully … I need to rest.
At this moment, Walter, who was wearing a white glove, took a step forward.
"Sir, since you are making rapid progress in your etiquette studies, you can bring forward the other lessons."
"What lessons?" Klein felt a headache coming on.
"History, international politics, philosophy, music, as well as the general knowledge of golf, horse racing, hunting, and other sports …" Walter answered meticulously.
"Philosophy?" Klein asked in surprise.
Walter nodded and said, "This is one of the easiest topics to talk about in high society.
"This is one of the easiest topics to talk about in high society. You don't need to have a deep understanding of it, but at the very least, you need to know what others are discussing. You need to know that the source of pragmatism is Kongso, Marede, and Patterson, not Emperor Roselle. You need to know that Leumi was the one who proposed that humans are born free.
"Many tycoons are prone to make mistakes in this aspect when they first enter high society. They are used to pushing unknown words or philosophical ideas to Rosell The Great."
Klein's headache worsened as he forced a smile and said, "I don't have much to do recently.
Apart from taking an afternoon nap and going to the cathedral, you can arrange the lesson at any time. "
…
In a dark room, an envelope floated up and opened on its own, shaking out a piece of paper.
Sharon's figure was outlined by the side in her tiny bonnet. She took the letter and read it seriously.
She immediately wrote a reply, set up a ritual, and began summoning Sherlock, Moriarty's messenger.
During this process, she didn't forget to put in a gold coin.
Soon, Sharon finished chanting the incantation and saw the candle flame expand as it was dyed a dark green.
Reinette Tinekerr carried four blonde, red-eyed heads out of the candle flame and came in front of Sharon.
Sharon's gaze froze as her doll-like face suddenly had an intense emotional change.
She blurted out:
"Teacher!
"Didn't you already …"
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