Stabilize one's mood, Klein walked underground and arrived outside Channis' door, knocking on the open door of the guard room.
Inside, Luo Ya Leiting had already packed his personal belongings and, upon seeing the shift workers arrive, immediately combed his hair and got up to prepare to leave.
After exchanging nods of greeting, Klein suddenly spoke:
"I'm making good progress with the potion. I just shared my experience with Fry and the others. You can talk to them about it."
With a slight expressionless glance at the other person, Luo Ya Leiting's lips moved a few times and said:
"Okay."
Ladies, I hope you can maintain this calm state even later... There are a bunch of wooden figures sitting in the recreation room... Klein smiled and walked behind the table, skillfully picking up the silver-plated tin can filled with Denne Smith's Fermer coffee.
After making a cup of fragrant coffee, Klein leisurely sat down, looking at the silent and empty corridor outside, letting his thoughts fly freely:
"I hope Mr. Azk's actions go smoothly and don't leave any clues... No, even if there are any clues, I will pretend not to have noticed..."
"I wonder where the 'Mutated Sun Emblem' is sealed behind the Channis door... Well, it doesn't have the characteristics of a living thing, so just leave enough space... "
"Speaking of which, I haven't entered the Channis door yet. I'm not sure about the state inside... There must be something unusual to ensure that the dozens of strange and large sealed objects don't cause damage and remain under supervision, such as Saint Seren's ashes?" ...
As various thoughts were swirling through his mind, Klein suddenly heard the rapid footsteps. He quickly redirected his attention and looked towards the door.
He saw the old Neil, dressed in a black classical robe and holding a hat of the same color, appear on the corridor. He hurriedly entered the guard room and stood facing him. Without saying a word, he examined himself up and down. "... "Mr. Neil, what happened?" Klein chuckled twice and took a sip of the fragrant coffee.
Old Neil looked at him for a few more moments, sighed and said:
"You actually found inspiration from the motto of the 'Secret Seeker' and Daria's story..."
"This must be a tribute to the Goddess, and I'm also grateful for your guidance," Klein replied seriously.
Old Neil pushed back his chair with a creak, sat down abruptly and said with a somewhat despondent tone: "If, if it had been twenty years earlier, it would have been different, much different... "
Knowing that the other's age and physical condition no longer allowed him to take the potion, even if he completely digested the previous dose, it wouldn't work, Klein remained silent and didn't speak.
He felt that in such a situation, saying anything would be provoking the other.
"I also tried to find a quick way to master the potion from the motto of the 'Secret Seeker', but unfortunately, I never reached the right path. Later, Daria's success gave me some inspiration, but at that time, I was over 50 years old and had already given up trying. I unconsciously thought that it was a special talent of a genius, something normal people couldn't imitate." Old Neil rubbed his forehead and described his disappointment in a low voice.
He remained silent for a few minutes, raised his head and looked at Klein, saying:
"It's really a pity. At such an age, I finally understood what I missed."
Old Neil had a somewhat vague understanding of "role-playing", but after being enlightened by my shared experience, he suddenly understood some things... Klein comforted him:
"Actually, there won't be much of a difference. The church doesn't have the corresponding sequence 8 for 'the Seer'."
"Perhaps the Sanctuary does... No, if they have it, at least they will tell the branch the name... The underground trading market is also possible..." Old Neil murmured a few words, rested his hands on the table, shook his head and stood up, smiling, "At least I didn't lose control, I lived healthily for several decades... Thank the Goddess."
He drew a crimson moon on his chest, leaving a somber expression as he left the detention room and lost his usual cunning.
Klein watched his back disappear from view, suddenly sighing deeply.
He couldn't understand why the church's top management had sealed off "role-playing".
After a long time, Klein came to his senses and turned his attention to the internal documents of the night watchman.
Since bringing the young man from Silver City into the Tarot Society, knowing that many things there still had ancient names, he consciously strengthened his study in this area and tried to master the correspondence between ancient and modern names.
After a while, he heard a series of footsteps again, calm and steady footsteps.
Almost simultaneously, a picture of Dunn Smith wearing a black knee-length windbreaker appeared in his mind.
After completely digesting the "Diviner" potion, my inspiration also improved... Klein nodded thoughtfully, and a few seconds later, he saw the captain.
"The letter for you." Dunn raised his right hand, his wrist twitched, and he threw the letter in his hand towards Klein.
Klein gracefully raised his hand, trying to catch it, but no matter in judgment or reaction, he was a little off.
Plop!
The letter fell to the ground, and Klein's right hand awkwardly stood in the wind.
Suddenly, in the quiet atmosphere, his right hand first froze, then continued to rise, and naturally straightened his hair.
"The light of the gas lamp is still not bright enough." Klein casually said, and bent down to pick up the letter, glanced at the envelope.
Mr. Horncis... The letter from Dast Goodrian... He nodded in understanding, opened the drawer and took out a letter opener.
-- According to the rules of the night watchman team, if there is a clear and correct recipient, Rosan and other civilian personnel will directly hand the letter to the corresponding person, while in cases of anonymous or non-existent recipients, it will be sent to Dunn, who will ask or decide.
Carefully cutting open the envelope, Klein pulled out the paper inside, quickly unfolded it and browsed through it. He noticed that Dr. Dast, the doctor at the asylum, was requesting a meeting as soon as possible, specifically at two o'clock this afternoon.
Has he obtained the "Mind Reader" formula? Or is there something else? Klein waved the letter in his hand and looked up at Dunn, saying:
"Captain, my informant, that is the one from the Psychological Alchemy Society, hopes to meet you at two o'clock this afternoon."
"Has he revealed what the matter is?" Dunn asked, anticipating it as if he had known all along.
"No." Klein shook his head.
Dunn thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Let Leonard guard Charnis' door for now. I'll follow you and hide nearby. Such an urgent request for a meeting is quite likely to be a trap. I've seen and heard too many similar things. Moreover, if there is indeed an important situation, this way we can act most quickly." ... Captain, you are truly very experienced... Well, when it comes to serious matters, you are the reliable, trustworthy and never-forgotten captain... Klein immediately nodded:
"OK!" ......
At 2 p.m., at the shooting club on Zortlan Street, in the 9th small shooting range.
Klein glanced at the target covered in bullet holes and looked at the somewhat uneasy doctor from the asylum, Dast Goodrian:
"What happened? How did you become so flustered to go to the Hunt Dog Tavern to seek out the mercenary team?"
Only in this way would the owner of the Hunt Dog Tavern, Wright, immediately send the letter to the Black Thorn Security Company instead of waiting for Klein to come and pick it up himself.
Dast observed Klein's subtle expressions and body movements, and replied in a low voice:
"I sense that Hude Ogen has been acting strangely recently."
Hude Ogen was the patient from the asylum who had developed into a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society.
"What are the strange manifestations?" Klein asked very professionally.
Dast let out a sigh of relief, as if finding a reliance, and deliberated before saying:
"He, he seems, seems really crazy..."
"Really crazy?" Klein asked in astonishment.
Hude Ogen wasn't just pretending to be ill and sneaking into the asylum to influence the patients from both positive and negative aspects, was he?
He actually got sick and really went crazy?
"I think so..." Dast paced back and forth slightly impatiently, "Before, I could communicate with him normally and receive instructions on how to use the extraordinary ability correctly, but in the past few days, his thinking, his state, have become very strange. He often can't communicate, just like when I'm facing other patients. Although, this has allowed me to successfully obtain the 'Mind Reader' formula, but I can't confirm if it's true or false. I'm even more afraid of uncontrollable changes."
It doesn't matter. As a diviner, with the mysterious space above the gray fog, a diviner, the truth and falsehood won't be confused... Klein first let out a sigh of relief, then frowned and asked:
"Before his abnormal behavior, who did he contact?"
"Only those patients. I, I can't be sure. I'm not in the asylum every day, every hour. I also have times for rest." Dast answered with a composed expression.
Klein nodded slightly, as if this was a minor matter.
"Don't worry, I'll send someone to protect you secretly. You need to figure out who Hude Ogen had contact with before. Also, you must be careful that he's testing you. Well, you'd better report this matter to other members of the Psychological Alchemy Society at the same time, to see what the higher-ups of your organization think."
"Okay." Dast pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, regained the calmness of an audience, and then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Klein, "This is the formula for the 'Mind Reader' potion. I'm not sure if it's correct."
"We'll verify it." Klein smiled and replied, unfolding it and looking at it on the spot.
"Main material: The complete brain pituitary gland of a seven-colored lizard, 10 milliliters of spinal fluid from a Farsman rabbit."
"Supporting materials: 5 grams of chestnut spore, 8 grams of dragon tooth grass powder, 3 petals of pure white elf flower, 100 milliliters of pure water."
"Excellent." Klein praised and folded the paper, putting it in the pocket inside his tuxedo.
They exchanged a few more words, confirming that Dast's "hallucination" phenomenon had been alleviated, then he left, cautiously entering the exclusive shooting range for night watchmen, where Dunn Smith was waiting inside.
"Captain, the informant gave me the formula for 'Mind Reader', thank me for helping him control the anti-reaction of the potion. But he's not sure if this formula is true or false." Klein seriously handed the paper to Dunn, "Also, he mentioned something..."
Dunn browsed the formula while listening to Klein describe Hude Ogen's situation. Finally, he nodded:
"I'll immediately organize people to take turns monitoring the asylum. You haven't received professional training for this kind of thing, so you don't need to participate. Go back and continue your duty at the Charnis Gate." At this point, he gave Klein a deep look and said:
"Taking this formula into account, once you pass the examination, you won't need to accumulate any more achievements. You can directly obtain the 'Joker' potion..."