Lord of the Mysteries

Old Kohler seemed to be a slightly afraid of her ferocity as he subconsciously took a step back.

“Liv, this is a detective, and he w-wishes to help you find Daisy.”

Liv’s wrinkled, peeling face turned to Klein and said coldly, “We’ve already made a police report.”

Although she was perhaps in her thirties, she looked to be in her fifties.

Klein looked around the room where many wet clothes hung. He vaguely remembered the last time he was here. There had been a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, carefully holding a crude homemade iron to iron the clothes which had wrinkled from being hung to dry. Her hands had been covered with burns.

She’s the “missing” Daisy… Klein looked back at the laundry maid, Liv, and said in a neutral tone, “Do you believe that the East Borough police will really be looking for Daisy?

“Are you sure the people who caused Daisy to go ‘missing’ wouldn’t cast their sights on your family?

“Do you wish to lose another daughter after losing one?”

When the cruel yet heart-wrenching words reached Liv’s ears, the indifferent expression on her face slowly crumbled. She turned agape, but she couldn’t say anything. The corners of her eyes gradually turned red.

She abruptly lowered her head and muttered to herself in pain and despair, “I don’t have any money…”

The room suddenly became silent. Even the sobbing girl didn’t make another sound.

Klein pursed his lips and let out a silent sigh.

“I occasionally do volunteer work, simply to help others. Heh heh, I haven’t done so in a long time, so please give me a chance.”

“Volunteer work?” Liv lifted her head and ruminated over the phrase.

Klein nodded slightly and answered, “The job will be done pro bono. No, it is not completely free either. Kindness will bring me great satisfaction.

“Since you have no other solutions, why not give it a try?”

Liv was silent for a moment. She raised her hand, which had wrinkled from being soaked in water for an extended period of time, wiped her eyes, and said in a low voice, “Mr. Detective, you… you really are a kind and good gentleman…”

Her voice suddenly became choked with sobs.

“… This was what happened—at midday before yesterday, at noon, Daisy delivered a load of washed laundry under Freja’s lead. It was just outside East Borough, and they needed to cross several streets.

“In order to rush back for lunch, Freja had chosen a secluded alley, but a momentary distraction left her realizing that Daisy, who had been following her, was gone.

“She retraced her route but never found Daisy, and Daisy hasn’t come back yet.

“Where did this happen, Freja?”

stood up, her eyes were red

“Right here, right here in Broken

Klein replied without

asked, “Do you have anything that Daisy often carries? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of smell and can

a moment

once again shed tears. She felt as if the situation had turned

she blinked and said, “Wait,

“Daisy’s vocabulary book!”

Old Kohler

make Freja and Daisy attend the free school at night. I can keep

is such a good mother…

provide stationery and a certain amount of paper. It was an education that was need-blind, and it would at most involve some religious knowledge. Klein had heard Old Neil mention that he had once been a teacher for the Church of the Evernight Goddess for

were very few people who volunteered to be teachers in the free school, a unique teaching method was established. Teachers would arrive early, gather the few students who had the best academic progress, imbue them with the content for that day’s class, and then put them in charge of teaching the different classes. The teachers

free organizations such as the technical workers’ workshop, which were truly accessible to the poor, and one

were too few similar organizations, and it was difficult for them to play a substantial

her teacher. She would put together the vocabulary words she had copied and hugged them in her bed every day. She

bed and took out a stack of crumpled paper from under

periods of time, the words that were copied

were worn out, as though they had been turned over and over by

Detective, i-is this okay?” Freja handed Klein the so-called vocabulary book, which had no binding

answered very

it was something that had accompanied

the vocabulary book and said, “Then I’ll start taking action. The earlier I find

All they could do was watch as Klein and Old Kohler leave, repeating the words “thank you,” “thank you, Mr. Detective,” and “thank

workers who lost their jobs, especially those who have neither found new jobs nor become street girls, and pay more attention to those

your own safety. Ask less and listen more.

Old Kohler nodded

with

I will do my

Kohler sighed and smiled

I’m very unwilling

waved his hand and walked towards

the area at a leisurely pace, wrapping Daisy’s “vocabulary book” around the head of the cane and,

are results. Towards the northwest… For the time being, It’s not possible to confirm if I’m suffering any interference or misdirection… He looked down at the direction in which the cane

to the revelation, Klein went all the way out of East

and West Borough. It stopped in front of a house

inside the carriage and was

guards patrolling inside the gates and

inside was quite

made him sense that there was great

is this place? How can Daisy’s disappearance involve such a dangerous place?Klein thought for a few seconds, then he told the carriage driver to