The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 149's

Klein looked at the serious Dunn Smith and suddenly smiled.

"Captain, I understood something yesterday."

"And what is it?" Dunn repeated the question in a serious tone. He leaned back and opened his crossed arms.

Klein recalled the script he had prepared.

"As I summed up my past experiences, I realized that the name of the Sequence potion includes a whole set of principles that can help us control it, a set of principles that allow us to avoid negative impacts. When we do things according to these principles, we seem to be members of the corresponding work.

"Similarly, this set of principles is hidden. They are not told to you directly. All we can do is draw conclusions from the appropriate work bit by bit, then adjust our understanding based on the various feedback we receive.

"So, when I became a true Seer in the Divination Club and obtained my set of principles for the Seers, the auditory and visual illusions that plagued me disappeared just like that.

"That's what I understand."

After finishing his narrative, Klein sighed to himself. He said everything he needed to say, other than explicitly mentioning the term 'acting.'

Huh, may the Captain not tell the Church that I've developed such an idea when he's asked. That would put more attention on me. There was also a factor in the relationship between the path of the Diviner and the Antigonus family. It might cause problems in the end. But the Captain had also experienced all kinds of situations, and he was an experienced and intelligent person. Once he understood the "method of acting", he would definitely realize that the Church was hiding relevant information. He would know what he had to say and what he should not say.

But he quickly made a decision and had a plan.

If the Captain is still unable to understand the "method of acting" or the sense of being covered up by the Church, then I will tell him directly before submitting a special application!

Yeah, I'll investigate him first and determine what he knows…

Dunn listened to Klein's description in silence, her gray eyes becoming deeper.

He was silent for nearly twenty seconds as he rubbed his temple before he took his pipe and inhaled it.

After sniffing it, he took out a matchbox, seemingly forgetting the rules of the Nighthawks.

White smoke billowed into the air as Dunn closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the smell of tobacco.

After a while, he opened his eyes and smiled at Klein.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you didn't smoke."

"Smoking is bad for your health" Klein replied seriously.

Dunn thought with a pipe in her hand.

"I think I understand something too."

No Captain, you don't understand anything! Just don't wander around too often in my dreams! Klein did not speak and instead smiled amiably.

"It probably won't be long before you send me a special application" Dunn told Klein, half-jokingly sipping mint and tobacco deeply.

Can I send it tomorrow? Klein replied inwardly. He pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

"Captain, I've been at Old Neil's. Today's mysticism lesson is about to begin."

"Good." Dunn saw Klein leave, her pipe still in her hand.

After closing the Captain's office door, Klein walked towards the stairs towards the basement in high spirits. He saw two strangers, a man and a woman, as he walked past the clerk's office.

The new clerk Klein thought wonder before he added inwardly, In two more days, surely in this week, I will hand over my application to the Captain!

Then I will pass a series of inspections and become a Clown Order 8!

…

Along the silent underground passageway, Klein turned to the armory and pushed the door of the guard room open.

"What happened to you?" Klein was shocked when he saw Old Neil.

Old Neil looked desperate, his face pale. He constantly yawned while saying, "Last-lately I've been a little constipated. I tried ritual magic that could solve such a problem last night. In the end, I couldn't sleep well all night. I had to go to the bathroom a few times, and in the end, and I almost fell asleep on the toilet."

Well, the problem of constipation has been solved. Klein almost laughed, seeing that it is not a serious problem.

But he controls himself. He asked, "Do you feel better now?"

At the same time, his worries made him knock his left molar twice. He used his Spirit Vision to observe the aura of Old Neil's health.

There was some darkness and impurities in the digestive system yellow and the orange color of the kidneys, but it was not too serious and in an acceptable range.

"I'm fine now. I got diarrhea medicine from Frye." Old Neil yawns like a drug addict. "Learn self-taught for today's supernatural lessons. It's only two or three days away."

"Alright," Klein replied politely. "I can help you guard the armory and study here. How about you take a break in the break room?"

Old Neil immediately straightened his back, his eyes twinkling as he replied, "Son, you must be the best Nighthawk, second only to Frye!

He picked up the pillow he had placed on his knee and rushed out of the guard room like a typhoon, leaving Klein the only person there, dazed.

…

Blackthorn Security Company received an additional mission in the morning. The task involved escorting a wealthy merchant to port for a deal. Leonard and Kenley finished it easily, earning an extra fee, which Klein envied.

He goes about his days, learns about mysticism, practices shooting, and is tormented by Instructor Gawain who seems agitated by something.

Huff, huff .. Klein gasps. He only regained the ability to bathe and change clothes after some time.

He continued to work hard after leaving Gawain's house. He spent two soli on the train and investigated ten other houses with red chimneys.

Klein's expression became very grim as the last house with a red chimney left his field of vision.

The house with the red chimney that I saw in the prophecy I was not on the list of houses with recent tenant changes. I wonder how much time it will take me to investigate about 1600 houses. After all, only I had a sense of familiarity from my spirituality when I saw the target …

Don't despair, don't give up. I'll continue the investigation whenever I have free time. I'll try to solve it within three months, not—two months! Who knows, the target might be found in the investigation tomorrow!

And, I will arrange the materials when I return and plan the route according to the sector distance!

Klein motivated himself, throwing away his feelings of depression.

Now that he had made his decision, he planned to instruct the driver to turn to Daffodil Road. However, he suddenly realized that he was somewhere close to where Mr. Azik lived.

Before Mr. Azik went on vacation, he wrote a letter to tell me that he would be back this week, but he did not specify the exact date. Since this is on the way, I'll leave a note for him. Also, I rented this train for an hour with two soli, and the time is running out. I will just stop by Mr. Azik's house, then take the public train back… Klein quickly made a decision.

Four minutes later, he got off the train and arrived outside Mr. Azik's house.

The houses here are obviously of a higher quality than those on Daffodil Street, but not as good as those on Howes Street. There was a patch of grass in front of the house, and a small garden in the back.

ding! ding! ding!

Klein pulled the rope outside the door and rang the bell inside the house.

Moments later, he heard footsteps from inside before the door opened.

The features of Azik's soft face and bronze skin appeared before Klein. Since home, he has only worn a simple white shirt, a brown vest, and matching pants.

"Klein? I was just about to write you a letter," Azik greeted enthusiastically. "I just got home last night."

Klein stared at the small mole near Azik's right ear.

"Sir Azik, I found a clue about your past."

"Thank you?" Azik immediately became excited. The sadness in his eyes faded.

"Let's talk inside." Klein looked around.

Azik nodded quickly. He moved aside and let Klein in.

He locked the door and guided Klein to the living room on the first floor. They sit on the soft sofa.

"What clues did you find?" he asked impatiently.

Unexpected to meet Lord Azik today, Klein arranged his words.

"i received a recent mission and had to deal with the ghosts in Lamud City."

"Lamud.." Azik repeated the term gently, his brows furrowing.

Klein observed his expression and slowed down his tone.

"In the process of dealing with ghosts, we found something and thus conducted an investigation within the city…

“A city resident has the first Baron Lamud portrait he tried to sell me. I asked to look at the portrait out of curiosity and found that the person being drawn had facial features similar to yours, other than her hair. He even had the same mole near the ear, the same position, the same size.

"Under my interrogation, the man told me that the portrait was about forty years old, but the person in the portrait must have come from an abandoned castle. It was a replica of an ancient portrait excavated from the castle.

"You should know that people like us with unique abilities can tell a little bit more whether someone is lying. This tells me that the man didn't lie."

Azik leaned forward as he listened to Klein. He crossed his arms and remained silent for a while.

Five minutes later, he breathed.

"Your description doesn't make me remember anything. Perhaps, I should visit the abandoned castle by myself. Can you take me there?"

"It would be my honor" Klein replied. "But I have to go home first. I don't want my sisters to worry."

"No problem." Azik standing.