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.

their

a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter to divert his attention and

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

there no breaks?” inquired Klein in

once a week.” The

charge of plying the streets from six to eleven in the morning. Following that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime,

fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having shifts… Those bloodsuckers would never become

the illumination of dawn, the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and

eyes and

skies were bright when the sun was fully up,

with his left hand and briskly

Street and arrived outside Blackthorn

closed and

ring of keys by his waist and found the corresponding

saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard

in a rush?” the

asked instead of

pointed at the

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

that Dunn Smith had opened the door to his office and he

his black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid cane with a solemn and stern

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

that?” Dunn Smith’s expression did not

a clear and invisible stir had happened in him. This was possibly a flash

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

missed out on making huge

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

were in the Nighthawks’

of the

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

Old Neil sat on one

a very long while or 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 his lips were very thin. He had a

detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar of

as he began from their mission commissioning

to be entwined with that Antigonus family’s notebook. I never expected you to meet it in such

too much of a coincidence!? Thankfully, Leonard 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 too coincidental!

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