Klein dispelled the sealed wall of spirituality, allowing the cool wind to blow onto his face.
"Who would have thought that there would be a drop of god's blood in this emblem? The experts from the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun must have tried searching for this item in the past but couldn't find it..."
He took out a silver vine-leaf pocket watch and opened it to see that there was still about an hour before Corpse Collector Frye's shift.
The next hour felt like torture. Klein paced around from time to time and was bitten by mosquitoes several times. Finally, he saw Frye walking out of the town.
Klein made his way over and took out Sealed Artifact 3-0782 from his pocket.
"What happened?" Frye asked, looking at his partner's pale face.
Klein sighed. "I just did my shift at Chanis Gate the previous night and didn't sleep too well in the morning, so I'm very tired.
Shall I come for my next shift four hours from now?"
"Seven hours. The Captain doesn't need sleep at night." Frye took the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem.
Klein bade goodbye to Frye and walked towards the town, returned to the inn, and made his way to the second floor before entering his room and falling directly onto the bed.
In his dreams, Klein returned to Earth, where he was playing a game. Just as Klein was about to enjoy his supper and continue playing his game, his dream changed again, presenting him with the internal layout of 2 Daffodil Street.
Klein became aware that he was dreaming. He saw himself seated at the side of the dining table, a copy of the Tingen Daily Tribune in his hand. In front of him was a bowl of tomato oxtail stew, pan-fried lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and wheat bread.
He turned to look at the door, noticing a figure standing outside the window of the living room, staring inside the house.
Klein recognized the gray-eyed Dunn. Half his face was clinging close to the window as he silently watched the people inside.
Klein naturally understood that someone had barged into his dreams. At this moment, Dunn left his spot by the oriel window and directly entered the house before Klein.
He took off his hat before sitting down. Then he stood up and put on his hat before leaving the house and the dream.
Klein looked down at the empty plates and instinctively wanted to conjure up the food he had just now. But this time, the oxtail stew, lamb chops, and mashed potatoes didn't appear in his dream.
It was completely eaten? A Nightmare can do that? So the Captain's goal was to prevent me from eating supper in my dream? That sure is a nightmare...
He exited his dream, once again falling asleep. At about half past five in the morning the next day, Klein hurried out of town to take over from Dunn.
At seven in the morning, they prepared to set off back to Tingen.
It wasn't even ten when they arrived at 36 Zouteland Street. Fyre sat behind the typewriter after Dunn, the most energized of the lot, and returned Sealed Artifact 3-0782 to the back of Chanis Gate. He took advantage of the fact that the clerks hadn't arrived yet so that he could write a report on the mission and the claims of the related expenditures.
Klein didn't return home immediately, for he had arranged to meet the asylum's Doctor Daxter at one in the afternoon at the agreed-upon venue through a coded letter.
Then there's still the Tarot Gathering at three... Why does the boss of a secret society have such a tiring life? Klein took a two-hour nap in the Nighthawks break room to catch up on sleep.
He didn't forget the information he had obtained the previous day. He wasn't worried that he would forget, for the information could be recalled using divination. He was afraid that he would disregard the existence of this information and even lose the ability to divine the information. Thus, he recalled the pieces of information once again before he slept to reinforce them.
This was also the reason Klein insisted on doing a review every week and reorganizing all the information he knew.
After lunch, he took a look at his pocket watch and left the Blackthorn Security Company for the Shooting Club at 3 Zouteland Street.
He entered the reception area after pushing open the door, but he didn't head directly to the shooting range belonging to the Nighthawks. Instead, he found a seat in the hall as he waited patiently.
He had arranged to meet Daxter at the Zouteland Street Shooting Club through handwritten letters. Whenever Klein needed to meet him, he would write to Doctor Daxter Guderian in place of a patient's family member and ask about a unique condition called "dissociative identity disorder." In his letter, Klein would use various methods to mention the term Spectator, as well as a hidden mark of ink to authenticate his identity. The letter would also casually mention a time to meet.
As for the place to meet, they had already decided this the first time they met. If Klein felt that there was a need to change the location, he would mention it when they met in person.
When Daxter Guderian needed to meet for nonurgent matters, he could send a letter to the Hound Pub or the Shooting Club. The recipient would be marked as Mr. Hornacis, which Klein would take at scheduled times.
In urgent situations, he could hand the letter directly to the boss of the Hound Pub, Wright, and mention his "search for mercenaries." This way, Wright, who was an associate of the Nighthawks, would immediately hand the letter over to the Blackthorn Security Company.
After waiting for a while, Klein saw the refined Daxter enter the shooting club a few minutes past one.
He was wearing a black hat and a fitted tuxedo, as well as a pair of gold-framed spectacles on his face.
Daxter walked around the club without attracting attention and saw Klein. He then retracted his gaze and walked to the counter, expertly applying for a shooting range and renting a gun.
Klein waited another five minutes before walking to the small shooting range 7 and knocking on the door.
The door opened. Daxter first looked around cautiously, then fully opened the door.
Klein immediately entered and locked the door. "Good afternoon, Mr. Daxter," he said as he took out a 10 soli bill and handed the bill over to Daxter. "We wouldn't let our associates bear any extra fees."
Daxter took the cash and asked, "Mr. Moretti, why did you ask to meet me?"