Lord of the Mysteries

The Antigonus notebook is in the apartment across the kidnappers’!

Although it was very coincidental, Klein believed that his intuition was correct.

He immediately got out of bed and rapidly changed out of the old clothes he usually wore to bed. He picked up a white shirt beside him and draped it on, quickly buttoning from top to bottom.

One, two, three… He suddenly realized that he was “missing” buttons. The left and right sides did not seem to match.

On careful look, Klein realized that he had made a mistake buttoning the first button, causing the shirt to warp.

He shook his head helplessly before taking a deep breath and slowly breathing out, using some of his Cogitation techniques to restore his calm.

After putting on his white shirt and black trousers, he barely managed to wear his armpit holster steadily. He pulled out the revolver he hid under his soft pillow and holstered it.

Without time to tie a bow tie, he draped his formal suit on and with a hat and cane in each hand, he walked to the door. After putting on his halved top hat, Klein gently twisted the door handle and walked into the corridor.

He carefully closed his bedroom’s wooden door and sneaked downstairs like a thief. He used a fountain pen and paper in the living room to leave a note, informing his siblings that he had forgotten to mention that he had to be early for work today.

The moment he was out the door, Klein felt a cool breeze and his entire being calmed down.

The street in front of him was dark and silent without any pedestrians. Only the gas lamps illuminated the streets.

Klein took out his pocket watch from his pocket and snapped it open. It was just six in the morning and the crimson moonlight had not completely faded away. However, there was a hue of sunrise over the horizon.

He was just about to seek out an expensive for-hire carriage when he saw a two-horse, four-wheeled trackless carriage approaching him.

“There are public carriages this early in the morning?” Klein was puzzled as he went forward and waved for it to stop.

“Good morning, Sir.” The carriage driver stopped the horses skillfully.

The ticketing officer beside him had his hand to his mouth while yawning.

“To Zouteland Street.” Klein scooped out two pennies from his pocket and four halfpence.

“Four pence,” the ticketing officer replied without any hesitation.

After paying for the ride, Klein got onto the carriage and found it empty. It exuded a clear loneliness amid the dark night.

“You are the first one,” said the carriage driver with a smile.

their

never imagined there to be a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter to divert his

carriage driver said in a self-deprecating manner, “From six in the morning to

there no breaks?” inquired

take shifts to rest once a week.” The carriage driver’s tone

are in charge of plying the streets from six to eleven in the morning. Following that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six in

fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having shifts… Those bloodsuckers would

dawn, the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street

was less tense, he did not converse further. He closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to notice

were bright when the sun was fully up, the carriage finally arrived

his hat with his left hand and briskly jumped off

Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company

closed

out the ring of keys by his waist and found the corresponding brass key and inserted it into the

He saw the

seem to be in a rush?” the poet-like Nighthawk asked

asked instead

pointed at

hours of sleep in the day. I believe

had opened the door to

matter?” Dressed in his black windbreaker, he held a

It should be the notebook. The Antigonus family’s notebook.” Klein tried hard

expression did not have

clear and invisible stir had happened in him.

the hostage yesterday. Opposite the kidnappers’ room. I didn’t notice it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation,”

making huge contributions.” Leonard, who had walked to the partition,

solemn expression, “Get Kenley to replace Old Neil’s watch of the armory. Let

Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One

carriage that came under the jurisdiction of the

in as the carriage driver, lashing out a

sat on one side.

in a very long while or he had a severe blood deficiency. He looked to be in his thirties with black hair and blue eyes. He had a high nose bridge and his lips were very thin. He had a cold and dark demeanor and had a faint smell from often

situation again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the

the hanging topaz in his sleeve as he began from

to be entwined with that Antigonus family’s notebook. I never expected you to meet

a coincidence!? Thankfully, Leonard just mentioned that there was no indication of hidden factions of mysterious powers at play from the preliminary investigations of Elliott’s kidnapping. It was solely a crime motivated by money. Otherwise, I would really suspect if

It was too coincidental!

in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye maintained his