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

here in Broken

without

I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense

thought for a moment and said

the situation had

and said, “Wait, there’s

“Daisy’s vocabulary book!”

book?” Old

at night. I can keep

good mother… Klein

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

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

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

there were too few similar organizations, and it

of 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 the light of dawn. She’s always found it regretful that there are

bunk bed and took out a stack of crumpled

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

they had been turned over and over by someone for a long

so-called vocabulary book, which had

Klein answered very

that had accompanied her all this while. Moreover, it had been projected with Daisy’s strong will. It was excellent for

casually flipped through the vocabulary book and said, “Then I’ll

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

said, “You should pay attention to those female textile workers who lost their jobs, especially those who have neither found new jobs nor become street

to your own safety. Ask less and listen more. If you do this

Old Kohler nodded

asked with a tone

I will do my best.” Klein

sighed and smiled

very unwilling to see

his hand and walked

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

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

all the way out

Borough. It stopped

Klein’s cane had fallen down inside the carriage and

the guards patrolling inside the gates and ferocious dogs with their tongues

security inside

his spiritual intuition made him sense that there was

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