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 pace as they proceeded

be honest, I never imagined there to be a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter to divert his

“From six in the morning to nine at night, but all I earn is one pound

breaks?” inquired Klein

to rest once a

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

happened. Due to fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having shifts… Those

illumination of dawn, the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and

he did not converse further. He closed his eyes and

the skies were bright when the sun

his hat with his left hand and briskly jumped off the

Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company

door was still closed and

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

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

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

Klein asked instead

at the

the office. As an advanced Sleepless, he only needs two hours of sleep in the day. I believe it’s a potion those factory owners or bankers would like

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

in his black windbreaker, he held

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

Smith’s expression did not have any

clear and invisible stir had happened in him. This was possibly a flash of his spirit or a change in his

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

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

a solemn expression, “Get Kenley to replace Old Neil’s watch of the armory.

in the Nighthawks’

came under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began driving down the

feather hat, a shirt and a vest. He stood in as the

Neil sat on

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

detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar of his

as he began from their mission commissioning until

fate seems to be entwined with that Antigonus family’s notebook.

preliminary investigations of Elliott’s kidnapping.

It was too coincidental!

in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye maintained his silence in his black