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

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

manner, “From six in the morning to nine at night, but all I

no breaks?” inquired Klein

rest once a week.” The carriage driver’s

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

control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us having shifts… Those bloodsuckers would

towards Zouteland Street and picked up seven to eight passengers on

converse further. He closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday, hoping to notice if he had forgotten

skies were bright when the sun was fully

his left hand

and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company

still closed and had yet

his waist and found the corresponding brass key and

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

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

asked instead

at

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

saw that Dunn Smith had opened the door to

in his black windbreaker, he held a gold-inlaid cane

of déjà vu came to me. It should be the notebook. The Antigonus family’s notebook.” Klein tried hard to make his answer clear and

Dunn Smith’s expression did not

clear and invisible stir had happened in him.

room. I didn’t notice it back

the looks of it, I missed out on making huge contributions.”

“Get Kenley to replace Old Neil’s watch of

immediately informed Kenley and Frye who were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room.

that came under the jurisdiction of

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

sat on one side. Facing

Corpse Collector’s skin was so white it looked like it either had not been under the sun in 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

detail.” Dunn

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

that Antigonus family’s notebook. I never

Isn’t this 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 solely a crime motivated by money. Otherwise, I would really suspect if someone

It was too coincidental!

thought. Likewise, Corpse Collector Frye maintained