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

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

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

breaks?” inquired Klein

a week.”

“We are in charge 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

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

carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and picked up seven to

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

when the sun was fully up,

left hand and briskly

36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company

still closed and

the corresponding brass key and inserted it

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

a rush?” the poet-like Nighthawk asked in a relaxed and

Captain?” Klein asked

at the

in the day. I believe it’s a potion those factory

that Dunn Smith had opened the door

held a gold-inlaid cane

be the notebook. The

Dunn Smith’s expression did

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

notice it back then until I had a dream and received a revelation,” Klein did not

on making huge contributions.” Leonard, who had walked to

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

in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of them was a

later, the two-wheeled carriage that came under the jurisdiction of

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

sat on one side.

blood deficiency. He 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

again in detail.” Dunn adjusted

the hanging topaz in his sleeve as he began from their mission commissioning until the dream. By the side,

with that Antigonus family’s notebook. I never

play from the preliminary investigations of Elliott’s kidnapping. It was solely a

It was too coincidental!

his ideas as he was in deep thought.