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

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

self-deprecating manner, “From six in the morning

breaks?”

rest once a week.” The

the morning. Following that, we have lunch and an afternoon break. Near dinnertime, which is six in the

should not have happened. Due to fatigue, a carriage driver lost control of his carriage and it toppled. It resulted in us

Street and picked

his eyes and recalled the

the sun was fully up, the carriage finally arrived at

with his left hand and briskly

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

door was still closed and had

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

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

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

Klein asked instead of

at the

an advanced Sleepless, he only needs two hours of sleep in the day. I believe

passed through the partition. He saw that Dunn Smith had opened

in his black windbreaker, he held

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

that?” Dunn Smith’s expression did not have any

him. This was

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

out on making huge contributions.” Leonard,

replace Old Neil’s watch

were in the Nighthawks’ entertainment room. One of

the two-wheeled carriage that came under the jurisdiction of the Nighthawks

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

Klein and Old Neil sat on one side. Facing them

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 high nose bridge and his lips were very thin. He had a cold and dark demeanor and had a faint smell from

the situation again in detail.” Dunn adjusted the

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

family’s notebook. I never expected you

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

It was too coincidental!

was in deep thought.