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?”

had already stood

here in Broken Axe

without

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

moment and

shed tears. She felt as if the situation had turned into one of despair once

she blinked and said,

“Daisy’s vocabulary book!”

book?” Old

and Daisy attend the free school at night. I can keep washing clothes, but they can’t always

lady is such a good mother… Klein couldn’t

stationery and a certain amount

was established. Teachers would arrive early, gather the few students who had the best academic

the technical workers’ workshop, which were truly accessible to the poor, and one of the few outlets to escape from

and it

them in her bed every

bed and took out a stack of crumpled paper from under

in a humid environment for extended periods of time, the words that were copied on it had

of the sheets of paper were worn out, as though they

i-is this okay?” Freja handed Klein the so-called vocabulary book,

Klein answered very

Although it wasn’t the kind of items Daisy carried around all the time, it was something that had accompanied

and said, “Then I’ll start taking

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

those female textile workers who lost their jobs, especially those who have neither found new

less and listen more. If you do this well, you’ll

Old Kohler nodded

for a moment, he asked with a tone full of expectation, “You’ll

I will do my best.” Klein

Kohler sighed

unwilling

waved his hand and walked towards another

book” around the head of the cane and, without attracting any attention, completed a

interference or misdirection… He looked down at the direction in which the cane was

Klein went all the way out of East Borough

an hour later, the carriage, which occasionally changed directions, stopped at Iris Street, near Cherwood Borough and West Borough. It stopped in front of a house with a vast lawn, a wide garden, a small

down inside the

window, Klein could see the guards patrolling inside the gates and ferocious

inside was

his spiritual intuition made

involve such a dangerous place?Klein thought for a few seconds, then he told the