Klein looked at the serious Dunn Smith and suddenly smiled.
"Captain, I figured something out yesterday."
"What is it?" Dunn repeated his question and leaned back in his chair. He loosened his clasped hands.
Klein recalled the script he had prepared.
"I'm summarizing my previous experience. I believe that the name of a potion contains a series of rules, rules that help us control the potion and avoid negative effects. And when we follow these rules to deal with matters, we seem to become a person of the corresponding profession."
"Similarly, these rules are implicit. No one can tell you directly. You can only summarize them bit by bit from the corresponding profession, and then modify them according to the feedback of different effects."
"So, when I became a true Seer in the Divination Club and obtained my own Seer principles, the ravings and hallucinations that plagued me disappeared."
"That's what I figured out."
After saying that, Klein secretly exhaled. Other than not directly mentioning "acting," he had said everything he needed to say.
Sigh, I just hope that Captain doesn't say that I already have such a clear idea when the Church sends someone to inquire. That would attract more attention … Coupled with the Seer pathway and the Antigonus family, there might be quite a bit of trouble when the time comes … However, Captain is also someone who has seen many things. He's experienced and intelligent. Once he figures out the "acting method," he'll definitely notice that the Church is hiding something from him. He'll know what to say and what not to say … Klein's mind was filled with thoughts as he felt a little confused.
However, he quickly made up his mind and came up with a plan.
If Captain still doesn't figure out the "acting method" or doesn't notice the Church's hiding something, then I'll directly remind him before submitting the special request!
Yes, I'll first test him and confirm his intentions …
Dunn quietly listened to Klein's description as his gray eyes turned deeper.
He was silent for more than ten seconds before he reached out to rub his temples. Then, he picked up his pipe and took a whiff.
After sniffing it, he seemed to have forgotten the rules of the Nighthawks and took out a matchbox.
The greenish-white smoke slowly rose. Dunn half-closed his eyes, as if he was tasting the tobacco.
After a while, he opened his eyes and smiled at Klein.
"Sorry, I forgot you don't smoke."
"Smoking is bad for your health," Klein answered seriously.
Dunn held his pipe and thought for a moment.
"I seem to have understood something as well."
No, Captain, you don't understand anything! Anyway, don't wander into my dreams too often! Klein didn't reply with a question. He just smiled warmly.
"Maybe it won't be long before you come to submit a special application …" Dunn took a deep breath of the minty tobacco and said half-jokingly and half-emotionally.
How about tomorrow? Klein replied inwardly. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"Captain, I have to go find Old Neil. Today's mysticism class is about to begin."
"Alright." Dunn held his pipe and watched Klein leave.
After closing the door to the Captain's office, Klein walked to the staircase that led underground in a good mood. When he passed by the clerk's office, he saw a man and a woman he didn't know.
A new civilian employee … Klein nodded thoughtfully and added inwardly, "That's not the case.
I'll submit a special application to Captain within this week in another two days!
Then, I'll pass a series of tests and become a Sequence 8 Clown!
…
In the dark and quiet underground tunnel, Klein turned to the armory and pushed open the door to the guard room.
"What happened to you?" He jumped in fright when he saw Old Neil's appearance.
Old Neil was dispirited and his face was pale. He kept yawning.
"I've been feeling constipated recently. Last night, I tried a ritualistic magic to solve this problem, but … I didn't sleep well the whole night. I kept running to the bathroom, and in the end, I almost fell asleep on the toilet."
Hmm, the constipation problem is solved … Seeing that it wasn't a big problem, Klein suddenly felt like laughing.
But he restrained himself and asked, "What's the matter?
"Are you feeling better now?"
At the same time, he tapped his left molar twice in concern and used his Spirit Vision to observe Old Neil's healthy aura.
The yellow color of the digestive system and the orange color of the excretion and detoxification are a little dim and mottled, but fortunately, it's within a reasonable range … Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine. I asked Frye for some anti-diarrhea medicine." Old Neil yawned like a heavy smoker and said, "You can study on your own for today's Mysticism class. It's only the last two or three days of content anyway."
"Alright." Klein said politely. "Or maybe I'll guard the armory here and study mysticism. You can go to the lounge to catch up on your sleep?"
Old Neil instantly straightened his back and answered with bright eyes,
"Little Moretti, you are indeed a compassionate Nighthawk, second only to Frye!"
"I'll leave the armory to you!"
He picked up the blanket on his lap and rushed out of the guard room like a whirlwind, leaving Klein alone in a daze.
…
In the morning, the Blackthorn Security Company received an additional job. It was to escort a wealthy merchant to the harbor to make a deal. Leonard and Kenley completed the job easily and earned quite a bit of extra income, which made Klein rather envious.
On the other hand, he continued to delve deeper into Mystery and practice his spear techniques. He was "tormented" by Mr. Gawain, who had somehow provoked him.
"Huff, huff …" Klein opened his mouth and gasped for air. It took him a long time to regain the ability to take a shower and change his clothes.
After leaving Gawain's house, he continued to be busy. He spent two soli to hire a rental carriage and passed by the remaining ten houses with red chimneys.
When the last dark red chimney disappeared from his sight, Klein's expression became very solemn.
The house with the red chimney that I saw in my divination isn't one of the houses that have recently changed tenants … If that's the case, things are going to be troublesome. I wonder how long it will take to finish investigating the 1,600 to 1,700 houses … Sigh, I can't get anyone else to help me with this matter. After all, only I have that spiritual sense of familiarity with the target …
I can't be discouraged, and I can't give up. As long as I'm free, I'll investigate. I'll try to find the target in three months, no, two months! Who knows, the target might be among the houses I investigate tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?
Yes, I'll go back and organize the information. I'll plan my daily investigation route based on the areas near and far!
Klein encouraged himself and tried to distance himself from his dejection.
Having made up his mind, he was about to instruct the carriage driver to turn into Daffodil Street when he realized that it was very close to Instructor Aztec's house.
Before Mr. Azik went on his trip, he wrote to me that he would be back this week, but he didn't mention the exact date. I'll drop by on the way to take a look and leave him a note. Yes, I'll rent a carriage for 2 soli an hour. It's almost time, so I'll take Mr. Azik's place as the final destination. After that, I'll switch to a public carriage …
Four minutes later, he alighted from the carriage and arrived outside Aztec's house.
The quality of the houses here was obviously better than Daffodil Street, but not as good as Howes Street. There was a lawn in front of the house and a small garden in the back.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Klein pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell in the house.
After a while, he heard footsteps coming from inside. Then, he saw the door open.
Aztec with soft facial features and bronze skin appeared in front of Klein. As he was at home, he was casually dressed in a white shirt, brown vest, and brown trousers.
"Klein? I was just about to write to you, "Aztec greeted him warmly." I just got home last night. "
Klein took a deep look at the tiny mole below his right ear.
"Mr. Aztec, I've found clues about your past."
"Really?" Aztec's expression instantly turned excited. His eyes, which were filled with the vicissitudes of life, lost their calmness.
"Let's talk inside." Klein looked to his left and right.
Aztec nodded quickly and made way for the guest to enter.
He locked the door and led Klein to the living room on the first floor. He sat on the soft sofa.
"What clues did you find?" he asked eagerly.
Klein didn't expect to meet Mr. Aztec today.
He organized his words and said, "I recently received a commission to eliminate a wraith in an abandoned castle outside Lamud Town."
"Lamud …" Azik repeated the name in a low voice, his brows furrowing a little.
Looking at his expression, Klein slowed down and said, "In the process of eliminating the wraith, we discovered something.
"In the process of eliminating the vengeful spirits, we discovered something, so we went to the town to investigate …"
"A townsfolk claimed to have a portrait of the first Baron Lamud and tried to sell it to me. Out of curiosity, I looked at the oil painting and realized that the person in the painting, other than the hairstyle and facial features, is very similar to you, Mr. Azik. Even the mole below the ear has the same position and size."
"Under my interrogation, the townsfolk confessed that the oil painting was made more than forty years ago, but the object it was imitating did come from an abandoned castle. It was indeed an ancient portrait that was dug out from there."
"As you know, people with unique abilities like us have a skill to detect lies. And this skill told me that the townsfolk wasn't lying."
Azik leaned forward as he listened. He clasped his hands and didn't speak for a long time. He remained silent the entire time.
After five minutes, he exhaled and said, "Your description didn't make me recall anything else.
"Your description didn't make me remember anything else. Maybe, maybe I should go see that abandoned castle for myself."
"Can you bring me there?"
"That would be my honor." Klein was already prepared as he replied, "But I need to make a trip home, lest my brother and sister worry."
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