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.

two brown horses widened their pace

morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter to divert his

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

there no breaks?” inquired

a week.” The carriage driver’s tone turned

beside him added, “We are in charge of plying the streets from six to eleven in the morning. Following that, we have lunch and an

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

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

did not converse further. He closed his eyes and recalled the experiences from yesterday,

when the sun was fully up,

pressed his hat with his left hand and briskly jumped off

Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company after going up the flight

closed

found the corresponding brass key

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

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

Klein asked instead

pointed at the

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

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

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

came to me. It should be the notebook. The Antigonus family’s notebook.”

expression did not

invisible stir had happened in him. This was possibly a flash of his spirit or

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

looks of it, I missed out on making

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

were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of them was a Sleepless and the other was a

of the Nighthawks began driving

as the carriage driver, lashing out a whip from time to time, sending

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

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 high nose bridge and his lips were very thin. He

again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the collar of his black

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

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

just mentioned that there was no indication of hidden factions of mysterious powers at play from the preliminary investigations of

It was too coincidental!

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