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.

horses widened their

in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle

self-deprecating manner, “From six in the morning

breaks?” inquired Klein in

rest once a week.” The carriage driver’s

morning. Following that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six in the evening, we replace our colleagues… Even if we do not need rest, the two horses will need

past. There was an accident that should not have happened. Due to fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having shifts… Those bloodsuckers would never become this kind

Zouteland Street and picked up seven to eight

converse further. He closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to notice if he had forgotten

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

pressed his hat with his left hand and briskly

outside Blackthorn Security Company

still closed

took out the ring of keys by his waist and found the corresponding brass key and

door slowly opened. He saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing at

be in a rush?” the poet-like Nighthawk asked in a relaxed and

asked

pointed at

sleep in the day. I

saw that Dunn Smith had opened the door to his office and he was standing at its

black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid

the notebook. The Antigonus family’s notebook.” Klein

Smith’s expression did not have any obvious

that a clear and invisible stir had happened in him. This

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

missed out on making huge contributions.” Leonard, who

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

immediately informed Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment

jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began driving down the sparse streets in the

the carriage driver, lashing out a whip

Old Neil sat on

skin was so white it looked like it either had not been under the sun in a very long while or he had a severe blood deficiency. He looked to be in his thirties with black hair and

situation again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar

stroked the hanging topaz in his sleeve as he began from their mission commissioning until the dream. By the side, Old Neil

family’s notebook. I never expected you to meet it in such

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 someone had

It was too coincidental!

he was in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye maintained his silence