Chapter 37: Sacrificing Himself

Chapter 37: Sacrificing Himself

At ten o’clock at night, a fine drizzle once again began falling over Backlund. The thin mist of rain gave the glow of the gas streetlamps a hazy beauty.

Isengard Stanton’s assistant, Bowen, had finished patrolling the ground floor and walked to the bay window, preparing to close the final window.

Just then, a black shadow darted in and landed steadily on the protruding section of wall.

It was actually a blue, short-haired stray cat!

Seeing the cat’s large, round yellow eyes look his way, Bowen could not help chuckling softly.

“There is no food here.”

Detective work easily invited revenge, and the household itself had many secrets that needed concealing. For that reason, the cooks and servants in Isengard Stanton’s home were all hourly workers. They only came at fixed times each day and never prepared too much food at once, so after dinner, there was rarely anything left behind.

The blue shorthair cat opened its mouth. Instead of meowing, it spoke like a human being.

“I am Sherlock Moriarty. I need to see Mr. Isengard Stanton.”

“…” Although Bowen was a Beyonder cultivated by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, his Sequence was not especially high, nor had he seen that much. This was the first time he had encountered a talking cat, and for a brief moment, shock and blankness were unavoidable.

Only several seconds later did he recover and begin to process what the blue shorthair cat had just said.

It said… it said it was Sherlock Moriarty?

That great detective really isn’t simple!

He can actually turn into a cat—no, control a cat!

This ability is truly both bizarre and terrifying!

Bowen quickly calmed down. He did not immediately answer the blue shorthair cat, but reached out and closed the glass window.

Only after doing that did he lower his voice and say, “Follow me.”

The blue shorthair cat immediately leaped down from the ledge behind the bay window. With its tail raised and steps nimble, it walked slightly behind Bowen, following him all the way to the second floor and watching as he knocked on Isengard Stanton’s bedroom door.

“What is it?” Isengard asked as he opened the door in a set of pale striped pajamas.

He had been enjoying his bedtime tobacco.

Bowen cautiously pointed to the blue shorthair cat sitting beside him.

“Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is looking for you.”

Isengard, his temples graying and his face lean, raised his eyebrows slightly. He lowered his head for a glance, then stepped back two paces, allowing the blue shorthair cat to swagger into his bedroom.

“Go back to your room and sleep. Wake up on time tomorrow. We still have a case to investigate,” Isengard instructed Bowen as if nothing unusual had happened.

After his assistant left, he closed the door and turned to look at the blue shorthair cat sitting beside the easy chair. He laughed softly.

“I had not expected you to have such a Beyonder ability. I was worried you would come in person.”

“I noticed the exclamation mark,” the blue shorthair cat said, revealing a smile.

It had to be said that such an expression appearing on a cat’s face was extremely discordant. Anyone who witnessed it would feel a chill run down their spine and their hairs stand on end.

Isengard, however, showed no abnormal reaction. He took a draw from his pipe, sat down in the easy chair, and slowly exhaled in satisfaction before saying with a smile, “I trust your wisdom.”

“Thank you for the praise.” The blue shorthair cat politely extended a paw and gave a bow.

Isengard watched it, rubbing his pipe as he smiled.

“You should already understand what has happened.

“Although those people do not dare conduct overly strict surveillance, fearing that I might discover them and report it to the Evernight Church and the Church of Steam—heh, if they were exposed, they would likewise face no small amount of trouble—I believe there must be a demigod among them. This is both a deduction and a conclusion supported by certain…