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.

widened their

morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and

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

no breaks?” inquired Klein in

once a

the morning. Following that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime,

control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having

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

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

the sun was

his hat with his left hand and briskly jumped off the

outside Blackthorn Security Company after going up the flight of

door was still closed and had

of keys by his waist and found the

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

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

Captain?” Klein asked instead

pointed at

Sleepless, he only needs two hours of sleep in

had opened the door to his office and he was standing at

the matter?” Dressed in his black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid cane with a

vu came to me. It should be the notebook. The

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

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

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

the looks of it, I missed out on making huge contributions.” Leonard, who had walked to the partition,

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

in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of

two-wheeled carriage that came under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks

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

and Old Neil sat on

deficiency. He looked to be in his thirties

the situation again in detail.” Dunn

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

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

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

It was too coincidental!

not express his ideas as he was in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse