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 pace as they

in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter to divert his attention and relax

morning

there no breaks?” inquired

take shifts to rest once a

and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six in the evening, we replace our colleagues… Even if we do not need rest, the

a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it

the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and picked up seven to

his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday,

were bright when the sun was

pressed his hat with his left hand and briskly

Zouteland Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company

still closed and had

his waist and found the corresponding brass key and inserted it into the keyhole

pushed forward as the door slowly opened. He saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell

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

Captain?” Klein asked instead

at the

the office. As an advanced Sleepless, he only needs two hours of sleep in the

that Dunn Smith had opened the door to his office and he was

in his black windbreaker, he held

feeling of déjà vu came to me. It should be the notebook. The

was that?” Dunn Smith’s expression did not have any obvious

happened in him. This was possibly a flash of his spirit or

yesterday. Opposite the kidnappers’ room. I didn’t notice it back

looks of it, I missed out on making huge contributions.” Leonard,

he instructed with a solemn expression, “Get Kenley to replace Old Neil’s

who were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of them was a Sleepless and

jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began driving down the

in as the carriage driver, lashing out a whip from time to time, sending out

Klein and Old Neil sat on one side.

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

again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the

as he began from

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

of mysterious powers at play from the preliminary investigations of Elliott’s kidnapping. It was solely a crime motivated by money.

It was too coincidental!

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