Light shone through the glass, illuminating the detention center outside the armory. Old Neil finished reading the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, and looked up at Klein.
"How do you feel now? Have you calmed down? Or do you need a glass of wine, an early paycheck, or a leisurely day off? "
At that moment, Klein, who had completely digested the Seer potion, was attempting to use Cogitation to change the "switch" of his Spirit Vision, making it less conspicuous.
Now, he no longer relied on stimulating a few specific parts to activate his Spirit Vision. Therefore, he could use more covert methods to achieve his goals, such as quickly pinching the joints of his middle finger with his thumb or tapping his left molar twice.
Considering that he might need to hold a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, but he still needed to use his Spirit Vision, Klein finally chose to tap his molar gently, opening it with his left molar and closing it with his right molar.
After constantly hinting and making changes, he opened his eyes and smiled.
"I'm just too concerned about Captain and the others' actions. I don't need to calm down."
At the same time, he tapped his left molar twice, attempting to activate his Spirit Vision to quickly familiarize himself with this method.
Cough! Cough! Cough! Old Neil suddenly coughed violently, causing his face to turn red like a cooked lobster.
"What's wrong?" Klein asked with concern after a moment of surprise.
He carefully observed Old Neil's aura and realized that the color of his health was normal. It was just that he was a little weak due to his age.
Old Neil coughed for more than ten seconds before slowing down. He reached for his coffee and slowly took a sip before saying, "Everyone makes mistakes. Cough, I choked on my own saliva just now … Shall we begin today's mysticism lesson?"
"Alright." Klein tapped his right molar twice almost soundlessly.
Digesting the Seer potion one to two weeks faster than expected made him both happy and vexed. Needless to say, he was free from the latent danger of losing control, was about to advance, and possessed more Beyonder powers. It was enough to make anyone happy and excited, but he was vexed that it messed up his arrangements and plans.
Considering that he still had to stay with the Tingen Nighthawks for a long period of time, Klein felt that it wasn't a good choice to secretly become a Clown. He would constantly have to worry about being exposed, and he wouldn't dare to use the corresponding powers during missions that required cooperation, putting himself in greater danger.
His plan was to emulate Spirit Medium Daly and submit a special application to the upper echelons. He would then use his accumulated contributions to exchange for formulas and Beyonder ingredients as rewards, allowing him to openly become a Sequence 8 Nighthawk.
However, there was an essential difference between mastering a magic potion in a month and mastering a magic potion in a year. Klein could bear a certain level of attention from the Holy Cathedral and was willing to be the focus of training, but he definitely did not want to attract the suspicion of the upper echelons. He had to find a convincing reason for his current state.
His original plan was to make use of the period when the Seer potion had yet to be completely digested to gradually lay the groundwork for the Captain. For example, he would mention that he felt his spirituality being lively every time he went to the Divination Club. He would also pretend to casually describe the "rules of a Seer" that he had concluded from helping others with their divination. He would also mention that he hadn't heard anything he shouldn't have heard or seen anything he shouldn't have seen.
This way, the upper echelons of the Nighthawks would think that he had unconsciously emulated Daly when completing his "mission," and had done it even more thoroughly.
This would allow them to focus on summarizing the rules and explore the direction of the "acting method." This would greatly reduce their suspicion of Klein and only do a routine inspection.
Yes, I can also use this to remind the Captain and help him discover the "acting method" … Klein silently added in his heart. To him, Dunn Smith was a very good Captain. Other than his poor memory, he didn't have any major flaws. Therefore, he hoped to reduce the risk of him losing control and make him stronger.
Of course, Klein could also choose to wait a year before submitting the special application. That way, he wouldn't need to take any risks, but the consecutive coincidences and the red chimney he saw in his dream divination made him have no choice but to improve himself as soon as possible.
In the next two weeks, I'll lay the groundwork for the Captain three to four times before submitting the formal application … At the same time, I can also head to the underground market to see if there are any corresponding Beyonder ingredients … It should be very expensive … Klein quickly made a decision and focused his attention back on his mysticism lessons.
Time passed, and the beautiful time for lunch slowly arrived. Old Neil finished his cup of coffee and tidied up the junk on the table. He laughed and said, "Your mysticism lessons are about to end.
"Your Mysticism class is about to end. Judging from your previous attempt, you can make your own talismans now."
"That's exactly what I've planned for the next few days." Klein exhaled in satisfaction.
Charms were different from the amulets he had given his brother, Baansen, and his sister, Melissa. They had to be engraved with the help of a ritual, and they had certain special powers that could be used in intense battles.
However, low-grade charms weren't omnipotent. The spirituality they possessed would constantly decline, and they had to be "created" once every two weeks. Furthermore, they had to be activated with a specific incantation. It wasn't something that could be used immediately.
In addition, the charms that the Nighthawks could master were limited to the domain of the Evernight Goddess. At present, Klein could only make three types. The first was a Slumber Charm. Its effects were similar to the chants that Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell used to make people fall asleep. The second was a Requiem Charm. It could pacify ghosts, shadows, zombies, and water ghosts. To a certain extent, it could deal with wraiths and evil spirits. The third was a Dream Charm. It could help the caster enter the target's dream.
These effects were similar to the Midnight Poet and Nightmare powers of the Sleepless Sequence. Therefore, Dunn, Leonard, and the others didn't use charms. Instead, Corpse Collector Frye, Sleepless Royale, and Kenley would carry one or two charms with them. However, they weren't of any use in the long run, and they had to get Old Neil to "recharge" them from time to time.
At this moment, Old Neil glanced at Klein and smiled.
"I remember that you've been practicing too much this month, and you've run out of ingredients. Do you plan on going to the underground market?"
Klein was taken aback at first before he nodded with a pained expression.
"Yes."
He knew the price of those ingredients. He only hoped that he could succeed on his first try and not waste anything …
After shouldering the mission of sending lunch to the underground, Klein put on his coat and hat, grabbed his cane, and returned to the Blackthorn Security Company on the second floor.
When he passed by the recreation room, he saw that Leonard and the others had already returned and were having their meal.
Knock! Knock! He knocked on the door of the Captain's office.
"Please come in." Dunn's mellow voice sounded.
Klein pushed the door open and took off his hat.
"Captain, did you catch Instigator Trissy?"
Dunn massaged his Sun acupoint and shook his head tiredly. "We didn't find her at Tingen Station, but according to the telegram from Baekeland, a passenger saw her on the earliest first-class carriage. Unfortunately, she got off midway."
"What a pity." Klein was already mentally prepared. He sighed and said, "Divination isn't omnipotent …"
Dunn's gray eyes swept across.
"You don't have to be depressed. It's not that easy to capture a Sequence 7 Beyonder. At the very least, we destroyed Trissy's evil ritual and saved the lives of at least forty innocent people. Furthermore, we have a grasp of her current situation, preventing her from wantonly committing crimes like before."
"If she still wants to do something similar, she might be noticed, discovered, and reported at any time. Sooner or later, she will be found and captured by us Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or the Machinery Hivemind. Of course, it's more likely that she'll be killed."
"I hope so. May the Goddess bless me." Klein drew a crimson moon on his chest.
Then, he paused and deliberated over his words.
"Captain, I haven't heard anything I shouldn't have heard or seen anything I shouldn't have seen for more than a week. Furthermore, this is under the condition of frequent Cogitation and Spirit Vision."
"Hmm?" Dunn frowned in confusion.
Klein immediately added, "That's right.
"I feel that I'm not far from fully mastering the Seer potion, and this might have something to do with my frequent visits to the Divination Club to help people divine."
"… Why would you have such a thought?" Dunn changed his sitting posture and revealed a puzzled expression.
Klein deliberately answered in a sluggish manner, "Every time I go to the Divination Club, I feel my spirituality become more lively. And every time I help someone divine, my body, heart, and spirit will feel a lot more relaxed. I even concluded a set of, yes, a set of Seer rules, and I strictly abide by them. It's just like the Mystery Pryer's' do whatever you want, but do no harm. 'Heh, I got inspiration from this maxim, and I tried to imitate it to formulate a Seer maxim."
"I believe that this might be an effective way to help Beyonders quickly master their potion and reduce the chance of losing control. Just like Ma 'am Daly, she has always been a Spirit Medium."
Dunn had taken out his pipe at some point in time and was sniffing it gently. He seemed to have forgotten about Klein as he pondered for a few minutes before saying, "Not a bad guess.
It's an interesting attempt … "
Klein's goal this time was just to lay the groundwork, so he didn't mention anything else. Instead, he said half-jokingly, "Perhaps I'll become the fastest member in the history of the Nighthawks to grasp a Sequence 9 potion."
"May the Goddess bless you." Dunn didn't take it seriously as he gave his blessings with a smile. He then fell into deep thought again.
Seeing this, Klein got up and bade farewell before leaving the Captain's office.
As he helped close the door, he suddenly thought of another problem. How was he going to act as a Clown!?
It can't be that I'm going to join a circus, right? Besides, Tingen City doesn't have a fixed circus. They're all traveling ones … Klein's expression turned bitter.
Being a Seer is still quite impressive. Even if I meet someone I know, I can still hold my head high. If I were to become a Clown, there would be no dignity to speak of!
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