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.

two brown horses widened their pace as they proceeded

in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter

in the morning to nine at

breaks?”

a

and an afternoon break.

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 shifts… Those bloodsuckers would never become this kind so suddenly otherwise!”

the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and picked up

less tense, he did not converse further. He closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to notice if he had

the time the skies were bright when the sun was fully up,

pressed his hat with his left hand

and arrived outside Blackthorn Security

door was still closed and had yet

the corresponding brass

opened. He saw the

be honest, I prefer cigars… You seem to be in a rush?” the poet-like

Klein asked instead

pointed at

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

partition. He saw that Dunn Smith had

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

should be the notebook. The Antigonus

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

stir had happened in him.

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

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

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

as he immediately informed Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment

jurisdiction of

He stood in as the carriage driver, lashing out a whip from

on one side.

his thirties with black hair and blue eyes. He had a high nose bridge and his lips were very

again in detail.” Dunn adjusted

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

family’s notebook. I never expected you to

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!

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