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 they proceeded

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

self-deprecating manner, “From six in the morning to nine at night, but all I earn is one pound

breaks?” inquired

once a week.”

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

fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It

towards Zouteland Street and picked up seven

did not converse further. He closed his eyes and recalled the

time the skies were bright when the sun

left hand and briskly jumped off

arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company after going

closed and had yet

ring of keys by his waist and found the corresponding

the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell sniffing

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

Captain?” Klein asked instead

pointed at the

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

the partition. He saw that Dunn Smith had opened the door to his office and he

in his black windbreaker, he held a

notebook. The Antigonus

Smith’s expression did not have any obvious

clear and invisible stir had happened in him. This

the hostage yesterday. Opposite the kidnappers’ room. I didn’t notice it back then until I had a dream and received

the looks of it, I missed out on making huge contributions.” Leonard, who had walked

replace Old Neil’s watch of the armory. Let

Nighthawks’

carriage that came under the jurisdiction of the

in as the carriage driver,

carriage, Klein and Old Neil sat on one side. Facing them were Dunn

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

again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the

as he began from their mission commissioning

Antigonus family’s notebook. I

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 had deliberately arranged for this to happen… Klein found the

It was too coincidental!

deep thought.