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 pace as they

imagined there to be a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made

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

no breaks?”

shifts to rest once a

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 the evening, we replace our colleagues… Even if we do

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. It resulted in us having

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

He closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to

sun was fully up, the carriage finally arrived

his hat with his left hand and briskly jumped

into 36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside

still closed and had yet to

his waist and found the corresponding brass key and inserted

the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing at a recently popular

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

asked instead of

at the

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

Dunn Smith had opened

held a gold-inlaid cane

vu came to me. It should be the notebook. The Antigonus family’s notebook.” Klein tried hard to make his

was that?” Dunn Smith’s expression

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

I didn’t notice it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation,”

looks of it, I missed out on making huge

replace Old Neil’s watch of the armory. Let Old Neil

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

of the

wore a feather hat, a shirt and a vest. He stood in as the carriage driver, lashing

Old Neil sat on one side. Facing them were

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 blue eyes. He had

situation again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar

stroked the hanging topaz in his sleeve as he began from their mission

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

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

It was too coincidental!

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