Klein turned to the Captain's office and saw that the door was wide open. Dunn Smith was leaning back in his chair and sniffing his pipe.
With a sweep of his gray eyes, Dunn changed his sitting posture.
"You're in good condition. You don't look like you've just consumed a magic potion."
"Perhaps this is the benefit of leveling up after completely digesting it." Klein closed the door, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Both he and Dunn knew about the "acting method", which allowed them to communicate normally without being bound by the oath. But at that moment, the two of them tacitly didn't mention it. After the question and answer, they fell into silence.
Klein thought for a moment and asked,
"Lord Cesimir left?"
"Yes, as a high-ranking deacon, he had other matters to attend to." Dunn pondered for a few seconds. "Yes, he took the pair of red eyeballs left behind by Old Neil."
Klein asked in surprise and confusion, "What's wrong?
"Why?"
Dunn picked up his coffee and took a sip. After a long silence, he said,
"We can't lie to ourselves. A member who has lost control has actually become a monster. And as I told you before, after a monster dies, it will leave behind items that are rich in Beyonder powers. If these items are uncontrollable and have all sorts of problems, then they have to be sealed. Yes, this is one of the sources of Sealed Artifacts. And the internal rule of the Nighthawks is that the items left behind by a member who has lost control are to be stored elsewhere to prevent them from agitating their companions."
"It's an understandable rule." Klein nodded solemnly.
Suddenly, he keenly sensed that the captain had missed a possibility, so he asked in puzzlement,
"What if the items that contain supernatural powers after the monster's death are controllable?"
Dunn looked at him, his gray eyes as deep as the quietest night.
He sighed and said,
"You don't want to know the answer."
Klein was stunned for a moment before he suddenly understood a certain possibility.
Normal monsters would leave behind Beyonder ingredients that were used to concoct the corresponding potion.
What about the monsters that the Rampagers turned into?
If the things they left behind were controllable, would they also be treated as Beyonder ingredients …
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a strong sense of nausea. He couldn't help but turn his head and retch a few times. His vision became blurry because of this.
This was really a conjecture that sent chills down one's spine … but it was very likely to be close to the truth! In that instant, he had a deeper understanding of the words' in order to resist the Abyss, one must endure the corruption of the Abyss', 'even though they are guardians, they are also a bunch of pitiful wretches who are constantly fighting against danger and madness'.
Could this be one of the reasons why the Church concealed the 'acting method'? A certain degree of recycling? But this will also cause the higher-ups to turn their backs on the Church … Klein's heart clearly reflected his own changing expression.
Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled. His smile was so bright that his gray eyes flickered.
"You can look on the bright side. Our companions are accompanying us in a different way."
"They will always be with us."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dunn lowered his head and brought the cup of coffee to his lips.
After another ten seconds of silence, he leaned back slightly and raised his head.
"And you don't have to worry. As long as we can find Beyonder ingredients from normal sources, we won't do what you're thinking."
"Alright, according to the rules, you can have a day of rest after your advancement. It's up to you whether you want to practice combat in the afternoon, but you have to find someone to inform Gawain."
Klein nodded gently, took a deep breath, and straightened his back.
He straightened his back and said, "Captain, I've already finished my mysticism lessons. I wish to use the rest of the morning to learn techniques related to tracking and surveillance."
He paused and added with a serious expression, "Captain, I've already finished my mysticism lessons.
I wish to fulfill my responsibilities as a Nighthawk as soon as possible. "
Dunn looked at him deeply and sighed.
"You're more determined than I imagined. Then do as you wish."
"Yes, Captain!" Klein suddenly stood up and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
…
After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein didn't go home to rest. Instead, he took the opportunity to take a trackless carriage to Instructor Aztec's house.
Ding dong, ding dong.
Amidst the crisp sound of the bell, Aztec, who was wearing a white shirt and black vest, opened the door.
There was a golden watch chain hanging diagonally from the button of his vest, connected to his pocket watch.
"Don't you need to work?" Aztec looked at the sky and realized that the Sun hadn't climbed to the top yet.
"Due to some special circumstances, I've been arranged to take turns to rest," Klein explained.
Aztec glanced at him and seemed to have noticed something. He nodded and made way.
After entering the hall, Klein put down his cane, took off his hat, and followed Aztec to his activity room.
The activity room was decorated with a fireplace, a rocking chair, a sofa, and a coffee table. Klein sat in his usual seat.
Sitting opposite him, Aztec smiled and pointed at the cigar on the coffee table.
"Do you want one?"
"No." Klein shook his head resolutely.
Azik didn't try to persuade him any further. He focused on lighting a match and picked up a cigar to preheat it while casually asking,
At the same time, he asked in passing, "Has the matter in Morse Town been settled?"
"I have to thank you for that," Klein said sincerely.
At the same time, he lampooned inwardly.
Mr. Aztec, before you lost your memories, you must have left behind a sizable amount of wealth. Otherwise, how can a faculty member who isn't even an associate professor enjoy cigars so often?
While Aztec was focused on fiddling with the cigar, he took the initiative to say,
"Mr. Azik, there's something I'd like to ask you."
"What is it?" Aztec asked without looking up.
Klein paused for a moment and organized his words.
"A colleague of mine lost control and became a monster. I want to know if his soul was also corrupted?"
He wasn't sure if Mr. Aztec understood the meaning of losing control, so he prepared the corresponding explanation and description and waited for Aztec to ask.
Aztec stopped what he was doing, looked up at Klein, and nodded solemnly.
"There's no doubt about that."
"If you encounter a similar situation, you have to be careful. If the direct cause of his loss of control is the temptation of an evil god or devil, then try your best to avoid mediumship. It might bring you fatal danger."
"I understand." Klein exhaled in disappointment.
Back at Old Neil's house, his emotions weren't stable enough and he forgot to mediumship. Furthermore, Dunn Smith didn't remind him either, so he missed the opportunity.
Now that I think about it, the Captain didn't forget, but deliberately didn't mention it … Klein fell silent for a few seconds.
He didn't harp on the matter and instead mentioned his previous encounter.
"Mr. Azik, I tried to divine the source of the haunting in Morse Town, and I saw an inverted pyramid mausoleum that extended underground. My companion told me that it's a symbol of Death, a glory that only 'His' descendants can obtain."
Aztec had just put down the match and picked up the cigar cutter when he suddenly froze. He didn't move for a long time.
He sat back and leaned against the back of the sofa, his expression abnormally solemn.
After a while, he said in a low voice, "This gave me a familiar feeling, but it didn't make me recall anything else."
"It's a pity." Klein sighed with sincerity.
He thought that he could use the revelation from the divination to further awaken Mr. Aztec's memories.
He thought that he could use the revelation from the divination to further awaken Mr. Aztec's memories.
Aztec cut the cigar cap and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"If it was so easy to recall the past, I think I would've long found a way to escape my fate."
"Of course, I have to be grateful for your kindness. I'm grateful that you still remember me."
He thought for a moment and said,
"Why?" Klein asked in surprise.
Didn't we agree to find the mastermind who affected my fate and stole your child's skull?
Aztec held the cigar and explained with a sigh, "Didn't we agree to find the mastermind who affected my fate and stole your child's skull?
Aztec held the cigar and explained with a sigh, "The target might have sensed my attention and pursuit.
He hasn't made any moves recently, leaving me with no clues. Therefore, I plan to temporarily leave Tingen and head to Baekeland. On the one hand, I can take the opportunity to search for the traces I left behind before I lost my memories. On the other hand, I can make the target lower his guard. "
That's right, Mr. Aztec's most recent memory loss happened near Baekeland University … Unfortunately, you can't help me investigate the house with the red chimney … Klein nodded solemnly.
"I will pay close attention to this matter. Once the target makes a move or is exposed, I will inform you immediately."
"Okay, Mr. Aztec, how should I inform you in time?"
In Klein's opinion, if Aztec was a descendant of Death or had some connection with Death, then his power type should be close to the Corpse Collector Sequence. He would definitely have a way to create something similar to Daly's messenger.
In other words, this could indirectly prove whether Aztec was related to Death and whether he was a descendant of "Him."
Aztec took a puff of his cigar and thought for more than ten seconds. He took out an accessory from his left sleeve.
It was an exquisite, ancient copper whistle. There were many strange patterns on it that gave it a mysterious charm.
"This is an item I brought with me when I woke up in Baekeland. All you need to do is blow into it and you will be able to summon a messenger that belongs to me," Aztec explained in detail as he pinched the copper whistle.
So many years have passed. This copper whistle can still be used? Isn't this a mystical item? Klein was both surprised and delighted that he had indirectly proved that Mr. Aztec was related to Death.
Glancing at Klein, Aztec brought the copper whistle to his mouth and demonstrated.
He puffed up his cheeks and blew hard.
There was no sound in the room, but Klein instantly felt a cold and gloomy feeling.
He quickly tapped his left molar and saw blurry white bones being tossed out from the floor one after another, forming a strange fountain.
A few seconds later, an illusory monster appeared in the activity room.
Its entire body was made of white bones, and its eye sockets flickered with pitch-black flames. It was nearly four meters tall, and it was looking down at Klein, who wasn't even 1.75 meters tall.
Seeing that the other party was almost piercing through the ceiling, a thought flashed through Klein's mind:
"Mr. Aztec, isn't your 'messenger' a little too exaggerated?"
Aztec didn't notice his thoughts at all as he smiled and said, "After giving it the letter, blow the copper whistle.
"After giving it the letter, blow the copper whistle. That will end the summoning, and it will quickly deliver the letter to me in a stealthy manner."
With that said, Aztec flicked his wrist and threw the ancient copper whistle opposite him.
Klein reached out with his right hand and accurately caught it. He felt a cold but gentle touch.
Thanks to the Clown potion … He silently heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the whistle clean, and blew it hard.
Without a sound, the huge messenger disintegrated into hazy white bones and drilled into the floor.
...
The Tussock River ran through Baekeland, leaving behind many docks.
Alger Wilson, wearing the priest robe of the Church of the Storm, slowly walked off the liner.
He saw people coming and going at the dock. Countless porters were sweating, and the scene was lively and noisy.
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