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.

brown horses widened their

Klein sat near the carriage driver and

driver said in a self-deprecating manner, “From six in the morning to nine at night, but all

there no breaks?”

shifts to rest once a week.”

morning. Following that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six

in the past. There was an accident that should not have happened. Due to fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled.

carriage drove towards Zouteland Street

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

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

hat with his left hand and briskly jumped off the

quickly stepped into 36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company after going up the

closed and had

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

pushed forward as the door slowly opened. He saw the

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

asked instead

pointed at the

only needs two hours of sleep in the day. I believe it’s a potion those factory owners or bankers would like the

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

Dressed in his black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid cane with a solemn

to me. It should be the notebook. The Antigonus

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

intuition told him that a clear and invisible stir had happened in him. This was possibly a flash of his

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

it, I missed out on making huge contributions.” Leonard, who had

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

the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of them was a Sleepless and the other was

under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began

a vest. He stood in as the carriage driver, lashing out a whip from time to time, sending out a crisp

on one side. Facing them were

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

in detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar of

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

entwined with that Antigonus family’s notebook.

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 deliberately arranged for this to

It was too coincidental!

deep thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector