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,

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

replied without much of

around and asked, “Do you have anything that Daisy often carries? I can borrow a police dog. It

a moment and said with a

the situation had

and said,

“Daisy’s vocabulary book!”

Old

and Daisy attend the free school at

a good mother… Klein couldn’t help but

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

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 would supervise, correcting

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

too few similar organizations, and it was difficult for them

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

back to the bunk bed and took out a

to it being in a humid environment for extended periods of time, the

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

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

Klein answered very

all the time, it was something that had accompanied her all this while. Moreover, it had been projected

I’ll start taking action. The earlier I find

describe their feelings. All they could do was watch as Klein and Old Kohler leave, repeating the

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

less and listen

Kohler

a moment, he asked with a tone full of expectation, “You’ll find Daisy, won’t you,

will do my

sighed and smiled

very unwilling to see this

waved his hand and walked towards another

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

any interference or misdirection… He looked down at

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

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

down inside the carriage and was

Klein could see the guards patrolling inside the gates and

security inside was

using divination, his spiritual intuition made him sense

place?Klein thought for a few