A true spirit medium … Klein silently recited the description and didn't say another word. He followed Dunn Smith out of the carriage.
Welch's residence in Tingen was a detached house with a garden. Outside the hollow iron gate was a road that allowed four carriages to pass at the same time. There was a street lamp every fifty meters on both sides of the road. They were different from the ones Klein had seen in his previous life. They were gas lamps, and the height of the pillars was about the same as an adult man's, making it easy to light up the place.
Black metal clung to the glass and formed a grid, casting a lantern-like classical "artwork." Coldness and warmth danced together, while shadows and light coexisted.
Stepping on the dim yellow road, Klein and Dunn Smith passed through the half-closed iron gate and entered Welch's rented place.
Facing the gate was a road that could accommodate two carriages. It was paved with cement and led straight to the two-story house.
To the left was a garden, and to the right was a lawn. The faint fragrance of flowers and a refreshing smell blended together, making one feel relaxed.
The moment he stepped in, Klein's hair stood on end as he looked around.
He felt that in the garden, in the shadows of the lawn, on the top of the house, behind the swing, and in the dark corners, there were pairs of eyes staring at him!
It was clearly empty, but Klein felt like he was in a bustling street.
This strange contrast, this strange feeling, made his body tense up, a chill creeping up from his tailbone.
"Something's wrong!" he couldn't help but warn Dunn.
Dunn's expression didn't change as he walked to the side and calmly replied,
He replied calmly, "Don't worry about it."
Hearing the Nighthawks say so, Klein endured the creepy feeling of being followed, spied on, and sized up without being able to find his target. He walked step by step to the front door of the detached house.
I'll get nervous if I stay like this for too long … When Dunn knocked on the door, Klein quickly looked back. The flowers were swaying in the wind, but there was no sign of anyone.
"Come in, gentlemen." A slightly ethereal voice came from inside the house.
Dunn twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open, and entered.
He said to the woman sitting on the sofa, "Daly, are there any results?"
The chandelier in the living room was not lit, and there was a leather sofa surrounded by a marble coffee table.
There was a candle burning on the coffee table, but the flame was bright blue, covering the semi-open living room, dining room, and kitchen in a strange, flickering color.
There was a lady sitting in the middle of the couch. She was wearing a hooded black robe and had blue eyeshadow and blush on her face. A silver chain with a white crystal pendant was wrapped around her wrist.
At first glance, Klein had an inexplicable feeling. 'She's dressed like a real shaman …'
Was he playing himself?
The "Spirit Medium" Daly, who had a bewitching beauty, swept her shimmering green eyes across Klein and looked at Dunn Smith.
"The original spirits have all disappeared, including Welch and Naya's. The little ones here don't know anything."
Spirit? Spirit shamans … Were those invisible people just now spirits? There were actually so many spirits? Klein took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Good evening, Ma 'am."
Dunn Smith sighed.
"What a thorny problem …"
"Daly, this is Klein Moretti. Try and see if you can discover anything from him."
"Spirit Medium" Daly's gaze immediately turned to Klein. She pointed at the single-seater sofa and said, "Please have a seat."
"Thank you."
"Thank you." Klein nodded, took a few steps over, and sat down obediently. He couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat.
Whether he lived or died, survived successfully, or if his secret was exposed, all depended on what happened next!
And what made him feel the most helpless was that he lacked anything he could rely on. He could only place his hopes on being special …
This really isn't a good feeling … Klein thought bitterly.
As Dunn sat on the two-seater sofa opposite him, "Spirit Medium" Daly took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from a hidden pocket by her waist.
Her green eyes smiled at Klein and said, "I need some help.
"I need some assistance. After all, you are not an enemy, so I can't treat you so directly and roughly. That will make you uncomfortable and feel pain, and there might even be serious sequelae. I will give you some fragrance, enough gentleness and lubrication so that you can let go of yourself bit by bit and truly immerse yourself in that feeling."
Why does that sound so wrong … Klein clicked his tongue, his eyes filled with surprise.
Opposite him, Dunn smiled and said, "Don't be surprised.
Unlike those fellows from the Church of the Lord of Storms, here, ladies can also verbally tease men. Regarding this, you should be able to understand. Your mother is a devout believer of the Goddess. You and your brother also attended the Church's Sunday school. "
"I understand. I just didn't expect it to be so, so …" Klein gestured, unable to find a suitable adjective. He nearly blurted out "experienced" as a translation.
The corners of Dunn's mouth curled up.
"Don't worry. Daly rarely does such things. She only wants to use such a method to calm you down and relax. She likes corpses more than men."
"You make me sound like a pervert," Spirit Medium Daly interrupted with a smile.
She opened one of the tiny bottles and sprinkled a few drops into the bright blue candle flame.
"Night vanilla, slumber flower, and chamomile distilled and extracted pure dew. I call it Amantha. It means tranquility in Hermes. It smells good."
As she spoke, the candle flame flickered a few times. The few drops of dew quickly evaporated and filled the room.
A serene and enchanting fragrance drilled into Klein's nose. His emotions were no longer tense, and his mind quickly calmed down. It was as though he was looking down at the darkness in the dead of night.
"This bottle is called the Eye of the Spirit. It's made from the bark and leaves of dragon-patterned trees and poplar trees. It's sun-dried for seven days, boiled three times, and soaked in Longue. Of course, there are a few incantations in between …" The amber-colored liquid dripped onto the bright blue candle flame as Spirit Medium Daly described it.
Klein caught a whiff of the fragrance of the wine. It was ethereal and ethereal. He saw the candle flame flicker violently, and he saw Daly's blue eyeshadow and blush shimmer with a strange luster. He even began to see double.
"It's a good helper for mediumship, and it's also a sufficiently enchanting flower spirit …"
As Daly spoke, Klein felt as though her voice was coming from every direction.
Looking around in confusion, Klein realized that everything was shaking and turning blurry. It was as though he was shrouded in layers of thick fog. Even his body was shaking, turning blurry, floating, and weightless.
The red was redder, the blue was bluer, and the black was blacker. The colors were mixed like an impressionist oil painting. It was blurry and dreamy, and there were faint murmurs around him, as though countless invisible people were discussing.
This feels similar to the luck enhancement ritual I had previously, but it doesn't have the feeling of going crazy or exploding … Klein looked at all of this as he thought in puzzlement.
At that moment, his gaze was attracted by a pair of eyes that resembled emeralds. The black-robed Daly was sitting on a blurry "sofa." Her gaze was strangely focused on the top of Klein's head as she said with a gentle smile, "Let me formally introduce myself.
"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Spirit Medium Daly."
This … I can still think calmly and rationally … It's just like during the luck enhancement ritual and the Gathering … Klein's mind stirred as he deliberately appeared muddle-headed. "Hello …"
"A human's mind is very broad, and it hides many secrets. Look at the sea. We can only understand the island that's exposed above the sea's surface, but in fact, there's a bigger portion of the island beneath the sea's surface. But in fact, other than the island, there's the entire sea, as well as the boundless sky that symbolizes the spirit world …
"You are the body's spirit. Not only do you know of the island that's exposed above the sea's surface, you also know of the portion of the island that's hidden beneath the sea. You know of the entire sea …
"Anything that exists will leave behind traces. The memories on the island's surface can be wiped away, but the portion beneath the sea's surface and the entire sea will definitely have its remnant projection …"
Daly guided him again and again as the surrounding blurry wind and shadows changed into similar shapes. It was as though the sea in Klein's mind was completely exposed, waiting for him to find and discover it.
Klein calmly looked at the churning sea from time to time. Finally, he replied in an ethereal tone,
Finally, he replied with an ethereal tone, "No … I can't remember … I've forgotten …"
He showed his pain at just the right time.
Daly tried to guide him again, but the clear-headed Klein wasn't affected.
"Alright, that's it. Let's go back."
"Let's go back."
"Let's go back …"
As the ethereal voice reverberated, Daly disappeared. The wind and shadows began to calm down, and the serene smell and faint wine fragrance became obvious again.
All the colors returned to normal, and the blurry and confused feeling no longer appeared. Klein's body trembled as he regained his weight.
He opened his eyes, which he had closed at some point in time, and realized that in front of him was still the bright-blue candle, the comfortable sitting Dunn Smith, and the Spirit Medium Daly in a hooded black robe.
"Why did you use the theories of those evil lunatics from Psychological Alchemy?" Dunn frowned slightly and looked at Daly.
As Daly put away the two small bottles, she calmly replied, "I think it's quite correct.
At least, it matches some of the things I've seen and come into contact with … "
Without waiting for Dunn to speak again, she spread her hands and said, "He's a troublesome fellow.
"What a troublesome fellow. He didn't leave any traces."
Upon hearing this, Klein heaved a long sigh of relief. He pretended to be ignorant.
He feigned ignorance and asked, "It's over? What happened just now? I feel like I fell asleep … "
That's considered a pass, right?
Thankfully, there's a simulation of the luck enhancement ritual!
"Let's assume so." Dunn interrupted him and looked at Spirit Medium Daly. "Have you examined Welch and Naya's corpses?"
"Corpses can tell us more than you can imagine. Unfortunately, Welch and Naya had indeed committed suicide. All I can say is that the power that affected them was terrifying. There weren't any traces left behind." Daly stood up and extended her hand towards the candle. "I'm going to rest."
The bright blue light disappeared, and the room was instantly filled with a blurry crimson.
…
"Congratulations. You can go home now, but remember not to tell your family or friends about this. You have to guarantee it." Dunn led Klein to the door.
Klein asked in surprise, "Don't I need to check for traces of curses or evil spirits?"
"If Daly didn't mention it, then there isn't any," Dunn answered briefly.
Klein felt relieved. Thinking of his previous worries, he hurriedly asked,
Thinking of his previous worries, he hurriedly asked, "How do I confirm that there won't be any trouble?"
"Don't worry too much." The corners of Dunn's mouth twitched. "According to statistics, eighty percent of the people who are still alive in such situations do not encounter any terrifying consequences. Yes, that's based on my impression. It's roughly about the same."
"Then there's still the twenty percent who are unlucky …" Klein didn't dare risk his' reputation. '
"Then you can consider joining us as a civilian. That way, we'll be able to detect any signs in time." Dunn approached the carriage and said casually, "Or you can directly become a Beyonder. After all, we're not your nannies. We can't watch over you all night and watch what you do with a woman."
"Can I?" Klein followed up with a question.
Of course, he didn't have much hope. After all, how could it be so easy to join the Nighthawks and obtain Beyonder powers?
That was Beyonder power!
Dunn stopped in his tracks and looked sideways at him.
"… It's not impossible. It depends on the situation …"
What? This turn of events shocked Klein. He was stunned for a moment beside the carriage.
"Really?"
Are you kidding me? I can become a Beyonder so easily?
Dunn chuckled. His gray eyes were covered by the shadow of the carriage.
"You don't believe me? Actually, you will lose a lot when you become a Nighthawk, such as freedom. "
"Let's not talk about this first. There are other problems. First, you're not a clergyman or a devout believer. You can't be picky or choose the safest path."
"Secondly …" Dunn grabbed the handrail and boarded the carriage. "We, the Mandated Punishers, the Machinery Hivemind, and other similar judicial bodies deal with a quarter of the incidents every year involving Beyonders who lose control."
A quarter … Beyonders who lose control … Klein was stunned.
At this moment, Dunn turned his body halfway. His gray eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth moved without a smile.
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