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.

widened their pace as they

honest, I never imagined there to be a public carriage so early in the morning.” Klein sat near the carriage driver and made idle chatter to divert

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

there no breaks?” inquired Klein in

a week.” The carriage

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

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

illumination of dawn, the carriage drove towards Zouteland Street and picked up seven to eight

his eyes and recalled the

bright when the sun was fully up, the carriage finally arrived at

his hat with his left hand and briskly jumped

into 36 Zouteland Street and arrived outside Blackthorn Security Company after going up the flight

closed and

took out the ring of keys by his waist and found the corresponding brass key and inserted it into the keyhole

He saw the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard

a rush?” the poet-like Nighthawk

Klein asked instead of

at

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

through the partition. He saw that Dunn Smith had opened the door to

his black windbreaker, he held a

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

that?” Dunn Smith’s expression did

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

hostage yesterday. Opposite the kidnappers’ room. I didn’t notice

I missed out on making huge

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

Nighthawks’ entertainment room.

the two-wheeled carriage that came under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks began driving down the sparse

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

and Old Neil sat on one side.

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 cold and dark demeanor and had a faint smell from

again in detail.” Dunn

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

family’s notebook.

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

It was too coincidental!

not express his ideas as he was in deep thought. Likewise, Corpse