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?”

named Freja had already stood up, her eyes were red and

sobbed and said, “Right here, right here in Broken Axe

without much of an

anything that Daisy often carries? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of

for a moment and said with

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

and said, “Wait, there’s

“Daisy’s vocabulary book!”

Old

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 help

offered at night were set up by the three major Churches or some charity organizations. From eight to ten o’clock in the evening, the school would be free of charge and would even 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

few students who had the best academic progress, imbue them with the content for that

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

it was difficult for them to play a

her class by her teacher. She would put together the vocabulary words she had copied and hugged them in her bed every day. She would wake up early and go out into the street to recite them under

bed and took out a stack of crumpled paper from under the tattered

environment for extended periods of time, the words that were copied on

the sheets of paper were worn out, as though they had been turned over and over by someone for a

this okay?” Freja handed Klein the so-called vocabulary

Klein answered

the kind of items Daisy carried around all the time, it was something that had accompanied her all this while. Moreover, it had been projected with Daisy’s strong will. It was excellent for using it as dowsing to

and said, “Then I’ll

Freja were unable to find words to describe their feelings. All they could do was watch as Klein and Old Kohler leave, repeating the words “thank you,” “thank you, Mr. Detective,” and “thank you, good

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

Ask less and listen more. If

Kohler nodded

didn’t immediately bid farewell. After hesitating for a moment, he asked with a tone full of

will do my

sighed and smiled

I’m very unwilling to see this

his hand and walked

around the head of the cane and, without

or misdirection… He looked down at the direction in which the cane was going to fall

revelation, Klein went all the way out of

Street, near Cherwood Borough and West Borough. It stopped in front of a house with a vast

fallen down inside the carriage

Klein could see the guards patrolling inside the gates and ferocious dogs with their

security inside

intuition made him sense that there was great danger hidden

dangerous place?Klein thought for a few seconds, then he told the carriage driver to keep