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

never imagined there to be a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat

the morning to nine at

there no breaks?” inquired

take shifts to rest once a week.” The

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,

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

dawn, the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and picked up seven to

his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to notice if he had forgotten

the sun was fully up,

pressed his hat with his left hand and briskly

stepped into 36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside Blackthorn

was still closed

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

saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing

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

Captain?” Klein asked

pointed at the

he only needs two hours of sleep in the day. I believe it’s a

that Dunn Smith had opened the door

black windbreaker, he held a

be the notebook. The Antigonus family’s notebook.” Klein tried hard to make

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

and invisible stir had happened in him. This

place Leonard and I saved the hostage yesterday. Opposite the kidnappers’ room. I didn’t notice it back then until

it, I missed out on making huge

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

frivolous as he immediately informed Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks’

under the jurisdiction of the

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

Old Neil sat on one side. Facing

or he had a severe blood deficiency. He looked to be in his thirties with

the situation again in detail.” Dunn

his sleeve as he began from their mission commissioning until the dream. By the side,

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

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

It was too coincidental!

as he was in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse