After calming himself down, Klein walked underground and came to Chanis Gate. He knocked on the door of the guard room that was opened.
Inside, Royale Redeen had already packed her personal belongings. When she saw the person on duty arrive, she immediately tidied her hair and got up to leave.
After nodding at each other, Klein suddenly said, "My progress in mastering the potion isn't bad.
"My progress in mastering the potion is not bad. I just shared my experience with Frye and the others. You can talk to them."
The expressionless Royale looked at him in surprise. Her lips quivered a few times.
"Alright."
Ma 'am, I hope you can maintain this calm state later … There's a bunch of wooden people sitting in the recreation room now … Klein smiled and went behind the table. He picked up the silver-inlaid tin can that Dunn Smith used to store Fermo coffee.
After making a cup of fragrant coffee, Klein sat down leisurely. He looked at the silent corridor outside the door and let his thoughts run wild.
I hope Mr. Aztec's operation goes smoothly and doesn't leave any clues behind … No, even if there are any clues, I'll pretend that I didn't discover anything …
I wonder where the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem is sealed behind Chanis Gate … Hmm, it doesn't have any living characteristics. I just need to leave enough space …
Speaking of which, I haven't entered Chanis Gate before, so I'm not sure what's inside … To be able to prevent the dozens of Sealed Artifacts of all sizes from causing any damage or escaping supervision, there must be something unusual about it. For example, Saint Selena's ashes?
…
Amidst all sorts of thoughts, Klein suddenly heard hurried footsteps. He quickly retracted his attention and looked towards the door.
He saw Old Neil, who was dressed in a black classic robe and holding a matching felt hat, appear in the corridor. He quickly entered the guard room and stood opposite Klein. He did not say a word as he observed Klein from head to toe.
"… Mr. Neil, did something happen?" Klein laughed dryly and took a sip of the fragrant coffee.
Old Neil sized him up again and sighed.
"You actually found inspiration from the maxim of the Mystery Pryer and Daly's example …"
"I must praise the Goddess, and thank you for your teachings," Klein replied seriously.
Old Neil pulled out a chair with a creak and sat down abruptly. He said somewhat dispiritedly, "If, if it were twenty years earlier, it would be great, it would be great …"
Knowing that the other party's age and physical condition did not allow him to consume any more potions, even if he completely digested the previous one, Klein maintained his silence and did not speak.
He felt that in this situation, anything he said would only agitate the other party.
"In the beginning, I tried to find a way to quickly master potions from the Mystery Pryer's maxim, but unfortunately, I couldn't find the right path. Later, although Daly's success gave me an inspiration, I was already over fifty years old and had already given up trying. I subconsciously thought that it was the uniqueness of a genius that normal people couldn't imitate." Old Neil rubbed his temples and described his disappointment in a low voice.
After a few minutes of silence, he raised his head and looked at Klein.
"What a pity. It's only at this age that I realize what I've missed."
Old Neil probably has a vague understanding of the "acting method." After being enlightened by my experience, he immediately understood certain things … Klein consoled him.
"Actually, there won't be much of a difference. The Church doesn't have a corresponding Sequence 8 for a Mystery Pryer."
"Perhaps the Holy Cathedral has one … No, if they have one, they would at least tell the branch of the name … It's not impossible for it to be an underground market …" Old Neil muttered a few words. He supported himself with his hand on the table and shook his head as he stood up. He smiled. "At least I didn't lose control and lived a healthy life for decades … Praise the Lady."
He drew a crimson moon on his chest and left the guard room with a gloomy expression. He had lost his usual craftiness.
Klein watched his back disappear from his sight and suddenly let out a long sigh.
He increasingly couldn't understand why the upper echelons of the Church would ban the "acting method."
After a long while, Klein snapped out of his daze and turned his attention to the internal information of the Nighthawks in front of him.
Ever since he pulled the youth from the City of Silver into the Tarot and learned that there were still many ancient names for many things, he had consciously strengthened his studies in this area and tried his best to compare the names of ancient and modern objects.
After an unknown period of time, he heard another set of footsteps, the sound of calm and steady footsteps.
Almost at the same time, the image of Dunn Smith wearing a black trench coat that went over his knees appeared in his mind.
After completely digesting the Seer potion, my spiritual perception has also improved … Klein nodded thoughtfully and saw the Captain a few seconds later.
"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the letter in his palm at Klein.
Klein raised his hand in a suave attempt to catch it, but be it his judgment or reaction, he was slightly lacking.
Pa!
The letter fell to the ground as Klein's right hand awkwardly stood upright in the wind.
In the sudden silence, his right hand first froze, then he continued to raise it and tidy his hair.
"The light from the gas lamp isn't bright enough," Klein said perfunctorily. He bent down to pick up the letter and glanced at it.
Mr. Hornacis … Daxter Guderian's letter … He nodded in enlightenment, opened the drawer, and took out a letter cutter.
According to the rules of the Nighthawks, if there was a clear and correct recipient, Roshan and the other clerks would directly hand the letter to the corresponding recipient. If there was an anonymous or unknown recipient, it would be sent to Dunn for him to inquire about or make a decision on.
Carefully cutting open the envelope, Klein took out the piece of paper inside and quickly unfolded it before skimming through it.
He discovered that the asylum's doctor, Daxter, was requesting a meeting as soon as possible, which was two in the afternoon.
Has he obtained the Telepathist formula? Or is there something else? Klein waved the letter in his hand and looked up at Dunn.
"Captain, my informant, the one from Psychological Alchemy, wishes to meet at two in the afternoon."
"Did he divulge anything?" Dunn asked as if he had expected it.
"No." Klein shook his head.
Dunn thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Let Leonard temporarily guard Chanis Gate for you. I'll follow you and hide nearby. There's a high chance that such an urgent request for a meeting is a trap. I've heard of too many similar cases. Besides, if there's really something important, this will be the fastest way to act."
… Captain, you sure are experienced … Yes, when it comes to serious matters, you're reliable, trustworthy, and unforgettable Captain … Klein immediately nodded.
"Alright!"
…
Two in the afternoon, Zouteland Street Shooting Club, Small Shooting Range 9.
Klein glanced at the bullet-riddled target and looked at the uneasy asylum doctor, Daxter Guderian.
"What happened? Why did you come to the Hound Tavern in a panic to find the mercenary team?"
That was the only reason why the owner of the Hound Tavern, Wright, would immediately deliver the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company instead of waiting for Klein to pick it up himself.
Daxter observed Klein's subtle expressions and body movements before replying in a deep voice.
He replied in a deep voice, "I feel that Hood Eugen has been acting strangely recently."
Hood Eugen was the patient from the asylum who had developed Daxter into a member of Psychological Alchemy.
"What's wrong with him?" Klein asked in a professional manner.
Daxter secretly heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had found someone to rely on.
He deliberated and said, "H-he seems to have really gone crazy …"
"Really gone crazy?" Klein asked in shock.
Didn't Hood Eugen pretend to be sick and sneak into the asylum to train his mental abilities? Didn't he try to influence the patients from both positive and negative aspects?
Is he really sick? Has he really gone crazy?
"I think so …" Daxter paced back and forth anxiously. "I was able to communicate with him normally in the past, and I was even taught how to use Beyonder powers properly. But in the past few days, his train of thought and his condition have become very strange. I often can't communicate with him, just like when I was dealing with other patients. Even though I managed to obtain the Telepathist formula, I can't be sure if it's real or fake. I'm even more afraid of any uncontrollable changes."
It's alright. As a Seer who possesses the mysterious space above the gray fog, there's no way he would confuse what's real or fake … Klein first heaved a sigh of relief before he furrowed his brows.
"Who did he come into contact with before he started acting strangely?"
"Only those patients. I-I can't be sure. I don't spend every hour of every day in the asylum. I also have time to rest," Daxter replied with a serious expression.
Klein nodded slightly, as though this was a small matter.
"Don't worry, I'll send someone to protect you in secret. Quickly find out who Hood Eugen came into contact with. Also, you have to be careful that he's testing you. Uh, it's best if you report this to the other members of the Psychological Alchemy and see how the higher-ups of your organization react."
"Alright." Daxter nudged his gold-rimmed glasses and regained the calmness of a Spectator. He then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and passed it to Klein. "This is the Telepathist potion formula. I'm not sure if it's correct."
"We'll verify it," Klein replied with a smile. He opened it and took a look.
"Main ingredients: Complete pituitary gland of an adult Rainbow Salamander, 10 milliliters of spinal fluid from a Farsman Rabbit.
"Supplementary ingredients: 5 grams of Chestnut Spore, 8 grams of Dragon Tooth Grass powder, 3 petals of White Elf Flower, 100 milliliters of pure water."
"Excellent," Klein praised. He folded the piece of paper and placed it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo.
After exchanging a few more words and confirming that Daxter's auditory hallucinations had been alleviated, he bade farewell and cautiously went to the shooting range that belonged to the Nighthawks. Dunn Smith was waiting inside.
"Captain, the informant gave me the Telepathist formula to thank me for helping him control the potion's backlash. However, he's not sure if this formula is real or fake." Klein passed the piece of paper to Dunn in a serious manner. "Also, he mentioned something …"
As Dunn browsed through the formula, he listened to Klein's description of Hood Eugen.
Finally, he nodded and said, "I'll immediately organize people to take turns monitoring the mental asylum. You haven't received professional training on such matters, so you don't have to participate. Go back and continue guarding Chanis Gate."
Having said that, he looked deeply into Klein's eyes.
"Including this formula, once you pass the test, you won't need to accumulate any more merit points. You'll be able to obtain the Clown potion directly …"
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