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

Klein sat near the carriage

morning to nine

there no breaks?”

to rest once a week.” The carriage

that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six in the evening, we replace our colleagues… Even if we do not need rest, the two horses will need

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

Street and picked up seven to eight

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

time the skies were bright when the sun was

with his left hand and briskly jumped off

Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company after going up the

door was still closed and had

keys by his waist and found the corresponding brass key and inserted it into

the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing at a recently

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

Klein asked

pointed at

two hours of sleep in

had opened the door to his office and he was standing

black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid cane with

feeling of déjà vu came to me. It should be the notebook. The Antigonus

expression did not

him. This was possibly a

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

making huge contributions.”

“Get Kenley to replace Old Neil’s watch of the armory. Let Old Neil and Frye come

frivolous as he immediately informed Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of them was a Sleepless and the

that came under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began driving down the

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

Old Neil sat 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

Dunn adjusted the collar of

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

to be entwined with that Antigonus family’s notebook. I never expected you

of Elliott’s kidnapping. It was solely a crime motivated by money.

It was too coincidental!

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