"Please come in."
Dunn Smith's mellow and warm voice sounded.
Klein twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door. He saw the Captain enjoying his breakfast. To his right was a cup of fragrant coffee, and in front of him was a plate of white bread, toast, and bacon.
Dunn placed the buttered toast into his mouth and silently pointed at the chair opposite his desk.
Klein didn't disturb the Captain's meal. With a smile on his face, he sat down and waited patiently.
Seeing that he wasn't in a rush, Dunn relaxed his straight back, picked up the coffee, took a sip, and swallowed all the food in his mouth.
He took out a soft tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.
"What's the matter?"
Klein nodded seriously.
"I've met Daxter Guderian, the psychiatrist, a member of the Psychological Alchemy."
As he spoke, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that there was an open magazine in front of the captain.
"What information did he provide?" Dunn asked as he clasped his hands together in enlightenment.
Klein briefly described, "He told me that before Hood Eugen went mad, someone visited him frequently. That person's name was Lanevus."
"Lanevus …" Dunn rubbed his temples. "I think I've heard of him somewhere before …"
"The swindler who stole at least ten thousand pounds," Klein reminded him.
Dunn thought about it with a serious expression and shook his head, indicating that he had no impression of him.
Captain, you're not sensitive to money at all! Klein lampooned inwardly and recounted the important matters regarding Lanevus.
"This swindler falsely claimed that he had discovered and purchased a high-grade iron mine. He privately raised funds to develop it in Tingen City and made off with more than ten thousand pounds. A friend of mine from the Divination Club suffered a loss. In addition, a lady was deceived into getting engaged to him and became pregnant with his child."
"He visited Hood Eugen several times before he went mad …" Dunn muttered. "A Sequence 8 Beyonder, Swindler? The Marauder pathway … "
Captain, you sure have a good memory when it comes to such matters … Klein sighed in amusement and nodded gently.
"That's also my guess."
"As the steel company set up by Lanevus is in the South Borough, the victims are of all faiths, so this matter wasn't handed over to us in the end. Even if the police department found any traces of Beyonders, they would hand it over to the Mandated Punishers."
Dunn finally understood the whole story. He looked at Klein with his deep gray eyes.
"What do you want?"
"Ahem, Captain, don't be so sharp …" Klein replied seriously.
"I want to use the mediumship ritual to communicate with Hood Eugen and find out why Lanevus is looking for him. I want to know if this is the direct cause of his madness."
Dunn nodded slightly.
"Even if you didn't apply, I would have tried something similar after I confirmed that Hood Eugen had really gone mad."
"However, Daly told me that there's quite a bit of risk involved in this. Are you sure you're confident? Or, I can apply for assistance from the Baekeland diocese. It shouldn't be a problem to delay it for a few days. "
Klein's main motivation for becoming a Beyonder was to study mysticism and find a way to return home. Now that he had a chance to put it into practice and was confident, he naturally wasn't willing to give it up.
"Captain, I've already grasped the knowledge in this area, so I have a certain level of confidence."
"Of course, I need the Amantha extract, the Eye of the Spirit, and the Tranquility Medicine to assist me."
"Tranquility Medicine …" Dunn ruminated over the name and confirmed Klein's professionalism.
He remembered that Daly had mentioned that it was a rather rare but very useful medicine in the field of mediumship.
After deliberating for more than ten seconds, Dunn Smith leaned back in his chair and said, "Then write an application and go to Chanis Gate to collect the corresponding medicine.
"Then, write an application and go to Chanis Gate to collect the corresponding potion. Uh … I don't know if there are any finished potions. If there aren't, collect the corresponding ingredients and concoct them yourself."
"Alright," Klein replied happily.
However, he didn't stand up. Instead, he sat firmly on the chair.
Seeing this, Dunn raised his hand to rub his temples and pondered carefully.
"From this afternoon onwards, it'll be my turn to monitor the asylum … We can't look for Hood Eugen directly. No one knows if there are other members of the Psychological Alchemy among the doctors, nurses, workers, and patients. No one knows if the Psychological Alchemy is secretly monitoring Hood Eugen. We have to be discreet and not expose the fact that Daxter Guderian has become our informant."
"… We'll go at midnight and sneak in secretly."
"Yes, I'll stand guard by the side to prevent any accidents."
That's for the best! If Hood Eugen is only faking his insanity, and I use a mediumship ritual on him, wouldn't that be equivalent to jumping into a zoo and dancing in front of a tiger … Klein was relieved.
"Yes, Captain!"
He stood up and turned to walk to the door.
At that moment, he saw the title of the magazine in front of the Captain from the corner of his eye.
"Donningsman Tree Sap from the Southern Continent's rainforest has an obvious effect on hair growth."
Klein retracted his pitiful gaze and walked out of the Captain's office.
Suddenly, a funny thought flashed through his mind.
Actually, Beyonders don't have to go through so much trouble. If Old Neil was still around, he would most likely suggest designing a hair-growing ritualistic magic to pray to the Goddess for help. As for whether he would end up growing hair all over his body and become a curly-haired baboon, that would be another question … And how would the Goddess react? If it were me, I'd definitely say, "Motherf * cker …"
This thought immediately tainted Klein's happiness with sadness, and the sadness was hilarious.
He entered the clerk's office and sat in front of the Akerson Model 1346 typewriter. He typed the application.
After Dunn Smith signed and stamped his seal, he took the application and went underground. He walked along the corridor illuminated by the gas lamps and walked towards Chanis Gate.
It was only then that Klein thought of a problem.
This would be the first time he entered that mysterious door!
"I wonder what it's like behind the door …" He quickened his pace with a hint of anticipation. He came to the double, black metal door that made people look up to it.
After handing the application to Seeka Tron, who was on duty today, for registration, Klein took back the document with an additional signature. He knocked on Chanis Gate, only to find the echoes echoing in the distance and emptiness.
After waiting for nearly a minute, he heard no footsteps, but he saw the double door with the seven Dark Sacred Emblems open heavily and creak.
Chanis Gate stopped after it was wide enough for one person to pass through. Klein used the light from the gas lamps on both sides of the corridor to see what was happening nearby.
Behind the door stood an elder with deep wrinkles and sparse hair. He wore a black classic robe and held a lantern.
The dim light from the candle shone through the glass, illuminating the elder's expressionless face. It made his light blue eyes look like they had been frozen for a thousand years.
"Document," he said in a hoarse voice.
Klein had seen this elder before. Every evening, he and his companions would come out of Chanis Gate, pass by the duty room, and turn towards Saint Selena Cathedral.
They were old Nighthawks, volunteer Keepers of the House.
According to Klein's understanding, there were five such Keepers.
"This is my application." He handed the document in his hand to the elder in front of him.
The Keeper with a pair of light blue eyes raised the lantern and read it carefully. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he retreated to the side and allowed Klein to pass through.
Klein slowly walked into Chanis Gate. Before he could take in his surroundings, he felt an indescribable coldness.
This wasn't the harsh cold of winter, but a coldness that made one's spirituality tremble.
Looking up, Klein saw the candlesticks on the wall. He saw silver candles with engravings on them, and the flames that burned had a ghostly blue luster. They did not waver at all.
Creak!
The Keeper closed Chanis Gate, and the surroundings instantly became extremely quiet.
In front of Klein was a wide aisle paved with ancient stone slabs.
There were stone doors on both sides of the aisle, labeled with the words "material," "potion," and "information."
At the end of the aisle, there was a flight of stairs that extended into the darkness, as though it led to an abyss.
It should be connected to different sealing points for different Sealed Artifacts. It's said to be split into several levels … I wonder which level Saint Selena's ashes are placed on … Just as Klein got used to the brightness behind the door, he suddenly felt something invisible in the air brush past his skin. It was a bone-chilling sensation.
He shivered and couldn't help but activate his Spirit Vision.
Then, he saw his surroundings. He saw that the entire area behind Chanis Gate was filled with thin black lines. They swayed gently, sometimes clumped together, and at other times extended. They were densely packed, leaving no space.
This … This is the power of the seal behind Chanis Gate? Klein nodded indiscernibly. He reined in his thoughts and followed the Keeper into a potion room behind a heavy stone door.
Soon, he found the Amantha extract, Eye of the Spirit, and Tranquility Potion according to their initials.
He had seen the first two before, but it was his first time coming into contact with the latter. Inside the translucent glass bottle, there was a ghostly blue liquid gently rippling. Just looking at it made him feel like he had returned to his mother's embrace.
There was even a label on the bottle, stating the date of production and the fact that it was effective within half a year.
Thankfully, it's still usable … Klein put away the three bottles of potion and left Chanis Gate with the Keeper. He escaped from the chilling feeling that reached deep into his soul, as well as the strange experience of being swept by black lines.
When Chanis Gate closed, he couldn't help but turn back to look.
He mumbled to himself, "Staying in there for a long period of time will affect both one's body and soul, right?
"It's no wonder the Keeper has to be a volunteer …"
…
In the wee hours of the morning, Klein locked his bedroom with a special method, pushed open the oriel window, and jumped down.
The height of the second floor posed no danger to him at all. He stood firmly without swaying.
The carriage of the Nighthawks was already parked opposite him, waiting for him.
Without any unnecessary communication, Klein quickly arrived at the Tingen City Mental Asylum in North Borough. Following the instructions, he circled to a corner of the wall without any street lights and saw Dunn Smith waiting there.
"Let's go in." Dunn nodded slightly. "I've confirmed that there's no one nearby."
"Alright." Klein quickly moved closer to her.
Enter … As a Clown, entering the mental asylum … This always reminds me of a famous saying: It's just like going home … He made a self-deprecating remark.
Following that, he followed Dunn, and with the help of some protrusions on the wall, he nimbly and quickly flipped into the mental asylum. His movements were agile and his balance was outstanding.
Dunn looked back and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
The two of them crouched low and passed through the lawn and activity square from the shadows and secluded areas. They entered the mental asylum's three-story building and arrived at Hood Eugen's room on the top floor.
As Hood Eugen was aggressive after he went crazy, he was arranged to stay in a single room. The Nighthawks hadn't wasted their efforts in monitoring him during this period of time. They had long since made a copy of the key.
Ka-cha!
With the soft sound of the door opening, Dunn entered first. Klein looked past him and saw a person sitting on the bed.
Hood Eugen's face was long and thin. His eye sockets were deep, and his light yellow hair was disheveled.
He was using his grayish-blue eyes to look at the metal railings of the window, looking at the crimson moon outside.
Klein closed the door and laughed.
He asked casually, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Dunn was stunned for a moment. He immediately remembered that the other party was a Sequence 8 Clown, so he maintained his silence and retreated to the corner of the wall.
Hood Eugen turned his head around and looked at Klein. He smiled foolishly.
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