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

a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and

morning to

there no breaks?” inquired Klein in

shifts to rest once a

that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six in the evening, we replace our colleagues… Even

happened. Due to fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having shifts… Those bloodsuckers would never become this kind so suddenly

Zouteland Street and

He closed his eyes

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

his left hand and briskly jumped off the

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

door was still closed and had

and found the corresponding brass key and inserted it into the

opened. He saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing

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

Captain?” Klein asked

at

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

Smith had opened the

black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid cane

notebook. The

Smith’s expression did not have

told him that a clear and invisible stir had happened in him.

kidnappers’ room. I didn’t notice it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation,” Klein did not conceal

making huge contributions.” Leonard, who

“Get Kenley to replace

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

two-wheeled carriage that came under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began driving down the sparse streets

in as the carriage driver, lashing out a whip

on one side. Facing them were

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 and had a faint smell from

situation again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar of his

topaz in his sleeve as he began from their mission commissioning until

notebook. I never expected you to meet it in such a

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 motivated by money. Otherwise, I would really suspect if someone had

It was too coincidental!

in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye maintained his