The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 155's

After calming down, Klein descended into the basement and walked to the Chanis Gate. He knocked on the door of the guard room.

Inside, Royale Reideen had already packed his personal belongings. He immediately tidied his hair and stood up when he saw the person who took over his shift.

After greeting each other with a nod, Klein suddenly said, "i have managed to take my potion and have shared my experience with Frye and the others. you can ask them about it."

Royale, who normally did not have much expression, looked at Klein with a slight surprise. His lips trembled slightly as he said, "Alright."

Madam, hopefully you can still maintain your composure in a while. There is already a group of dazed people sitting in the recreation room right now. Klein laughed and walked to the back of the table, expertly removing the can Dunn Smith used to store his Fermo coffee.

After making a cup of aromatic coffee for himself, Klein sat down and relaxed. He looked into the deserted passageway and let his mind wander freely.

May Mr. Azik's mission succeed and leave no clues. Well, even if there was a hint, I could only pretend not to notice it.

I wonder where the Sacred Emblem of the Mutated Sun is sealed behind the Chanis Gate? Because it lacks quality of life, it only takes up a little space…

Come to think of it, I've never been to the Chanis Gate. I'm not sure what it's like. To be able to safely store strange Closed Artifacts of various sizes and keep an eye on it, it must be very special. For example, the ashes of Saint Selena?

…

Many thoughts flashed across Klein's head when he suddenly heard urgent footsteps. He focused and looked towards the door.

He saw Old Neil, dressed in his classic black robe, appear in the corridor with a black carpet in his hand. He walked into the guard room and did not say anything, but instead observed Klein closely.

"Sir Neil, did something happen?" Klein chuckled and sipped his fragrant coffee.

Old Neil measured it and sighed.

"I didn't think you'd find inspiration from Mystery Pryers and Daly …"

"I must praise the Goddess. I also have to thank you for your teaching." Klein gave a very serious answer.

Old Neil pulled up a chair and sat down. He said, a little depressed, "It would be a good move if it was twenty years ago …"

Klein remained silent, as he knew that Old Neil was not allowed to consume the potion anymore due to his age and health, even if he had fully digested the potion he had now.

Under such circumstances, anything he said would make him uneasy.

"My earliest thought was to quickly master my potion from the Mystery Pryer proverb, but unfortunately, I didn't start in the right direction. Daly's success did give me some clues, but I was over 50 years old by then, and had given up on my efforts. I subconsciously thought that his success was the result of his genius, he said, and that the average person won't be able to replicate his accomplishments." Old Neil rubbed his temples as he described his disappointment.

He was silent for a few minutes before he raised his head. He looked at Klein.

"It's regrettable that only now do I understand what I'm missing at this age."

Old Neil should have had a vague understanding of "acting methods." She immediately understood what happened after I shared my experience. Klein comforted, "That won't make much of a difference. The Church does not have Order 8 which corresponds to the Mystery of Pryer."

"Maybe the Holy Cathedral does have it. No, if they had it, at least they would tell us its name. It is also possible that the underground market has them." murmured Old Neil. He shook his head as he stood up. He laughed and said. "At least I didn't lose control, and I've been living a healthy life for decades."

He drew a red moon in front of his chest and left the guard room with some sadness. He had lost his usual intelligent appearance.

Klein looked behind Old Neil and suddenly let out a long sigh.

He was even more confused as to why the Church's higher-ups hid the "acting method".

Klein calmed down after some time, putting his attention on the Nighthawks' secret information in front of him.

Ever since he had drawn the youth from the Silver City to the Tarot Club and learned that the Silver City was still using an ancient name for many things, he felt the need to increase his knowledge in this area.

Some time later, he heard another footsteps. These footsteps are slow and steady.

At the same time, a shadow of Dunn Smith wearing a black jacket flashed across his mind.

My spiritual senses had improved after fully digesting the Potion Seer. He saw the Captain a few seconds later.

"Letter to you." Dunn reached out her right hand and flicked her wrist, throwing the letter at Klein.

Klein raised his hand and tried to take the letter, but be it his judgment or reaction, he failed.

Pa!

The letter fell to the floor, making Klein's right hand stretched out awkwardly in midair.

Under the suddenly silent atmosphere, her right hand first stiffened, then she pulled it back towards her head and pretended to tidy up her hair.

"The light from the gas lamp is not bright enough" Klein said casually. He bowed his back and took the letter, taking a quick look at it.

According to Nighthawks rules, if there is a clear and correct recipient, Rozanne and other employees will give the letter directly to the person to whom the letter is addressed. If the recipient is anonymous or an unknown name, it will be handed over to Dunn. He can then wonder or make a decision.

Klein carefully opened the letter and took out a piece of paper inside. He quickly unfolded the paper and read it.

He realized that the asylum doctor, Daxter, requested an emergency meeting at two p.m.

Did he get the Telepathy formula? Or about something else? Klein raised the letter in his hand and looked at Dunn.

"Captain, my informant, one of the Psychology Alchemists, wants to see me at two in the afternoon."

"Did he say anything else?" Dunn asked, as if she was expecting this.

"No." Klein shook his head.

Dunn thought for a moment, then said in a heavy voice, "Have Leonard watch over Chanis Gate for a while. I'll go with you and hide somewhere. This urgent request to meet can sometimes be a trap. I've heard many similar incidents. Besides, if it's something important, we can act fast."

Captain, you are truly experienced.Not to mention being the most reliable and trustworthy Captain with no memory problems whenever we have something serious to do. Klein immediately nodded.

"Good!"

…

At two o'clock in the afternoon. Within a small firing range of 9 from the Zouteland Street Shooting Club.

Klein looked at the target covered in bullet holes, then glanced at the agitated Doctor Daxter Guderian.

"What happened for you to search the mercenaries in the Hound Pub with such confusion?"

Just by doing so, the boss of the Hound Pub, Wright, would immediately hand the letter to the Blackthorn Security Company instead of waiting for Klein to take it himself.

Daxter observed Klein's expression and body language, then replied gently, "I found Hood Eugen a little abnormal recently."

Hood Eugen is a patient from a mental hospital who has tied Daxter to a Psychological Alchemist.

"What kind of difference does he show?" Klein pressed, showing his professionalism.

Daxter heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had found a support pole. He said as he considered his words, "H-he seems to be really crazy …"

"Are you really crazy?" Klein asked in surprise.

Didn't Hood Eugen pretend to be sick and infiltrate a mental hospital to try to influence the patient to train his mental abilities?

He's really getting sick, really crazy?

"I think so.." Daxter paced anxiously. "I was able to have normal conversations with him in the past and received guidance on how to properly use my Beyonder powers. But in the past few days, the thought process and conditions have become very strange. He was just like my other patients, though ... although I managed to get the Telepathy formula as a result. But I can't determine if it's real or fake.I'm afraid there might be some uncontrollable changes that might happen. "

Not important. As an Astrologer, a Diviner who had a mysterious world above the gray fog, I would be able to determine if it was real or fake. Klein heaved a sigh of relief before furrowing his brows and asking, "Did he make contact with anyone? before he becomes abnormal?"

"patient only. I can't guarantee that. I wasn't in the hospital all day. I also need some time to rest," said Daxter, his expression solemn.

Klein nodded, as if it was something trivial.

"Don't worry. I'll send someone to protect you in secret. You should find out with whom Hood Eugen had made contact as soon as possible. Also, you have to be careful; he may be testing you. You should also report this to the members of the Psychological Alchemist and see how the higher-ups of your organization react."

"Good." Daxter propped up his golden glasses, restoring the calmness of a Spectator. He then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Klein. "This is a Telepathic herb formula, but I can't guarantee its authenticity."

"We'll verify it." Klein smiled in response. He unfolded the paper in place and looked at it.

"Main material: The complete pituitary gland of the Rainbow Salamander matures, 10 ml of spinal fluid from the Farsman Rabbit."

"Complementary material: 5 gram Chestnut Spore, Dragon Tooth Grass Powder 8 gram, 3 petals Pure White Elf Flower, Pure Water 100 ml."

"That's great" praised Klein. He folded the paper and put it in the inner pocket of his tuxedo.

After exchanging a few more words and making sure that the "voice" that Daxter heard subsided, Klein bid him farewell. He carefully walked to the shooting range reserved for the Nighthawks. Dunn Smith was waiting inside.

"Captain, the informant gave me a Telepathic formula to thank me for helping him control the side effects of the potion, but he was unable to determine the authenticity of the potion." Klein handed the piece of paper to Dunn with a stern expression. "Next, he mentions something else …"

Dunn read the formula while listening to the worries about Hood Eugen. After that, he nodded.

"I will immediately assign the manpower to keep the mental hospital under surveillance. You do not have any professional training in this and do not participate in this. Go back and guard Chanis' Gate."

With that said, he looked Klein in the eyes deeply and said, "If we consider this formula, you won't have to accumulate meritorious achievements anymore. You can directly receive the Clown potion after you pass the exam …"