When Caesar emerged from the room, the scene had already been thoroughly cleaned.
The altar covered in flesh and blood had vanished and police officers were wiping the floor.
Sirius's body, wrapped in a white sheet was being carried out the door by several officers.
"Captain."
Upon seeing Dunn, the Nighthawk with green eyes proactively approached him, "What's the verdict?"
He subtly gestured with his chin towards Caesar asking for Dunn's opinion on how to handle him.
"Temporarily safe."
Dunn replied, "They are just innocent people who got caught up in this."
"Since everything's fine now, can my brother and I leave?"
Cecilia ran to Caesar, hooked her arm through his, and asked.
"I regret to say, no."
Dunn said gently but unequivocally, "Both of you must come with me."
Cecilia furrowed her pretty eyebrows.
"Why?"
She asked in a stiff, almost impolite tone unconsciously tightening her grip on Caesar, "Do we need to pay bail? Officer, we're penniless right now, you won't get any leverage from us..."
Cecilia's small body trembled as she stood in front of Caesar, glaring at Dunn, looking just like a protective tigress guarding her cub.
In fact, when Dunn wanted to question Caesar alone, she had expressed strong protest, but Caesar had calmed her down.
Now that the hope of leaving was shattered, her previously accumulated dissatisfaction also erupted.
Dunn calmly looked at the little girl who was challenging him, showing no anger on his face; on the contrary, his expression was very gentle.
"Calm down, Cecilia, it's not like that."
Caesar quickly interrupted his sister, "It's because there are still bad guys at large, Mr. Dunn is protecting us..."
After a detailed explanation, Cecilia finally understood the facts and agreed to accept protection, heading to the Nighthawks' station.
After greeting the busy police officers at the scene, the three Nighthawks, along with the Cardini siblings left Sirius's house.
Outside two carriages were already waiting for them; both were four-wheeled, single-horse carriages with drivers, and the side of the carriage bore the emblem of the police system—two crossed longswords protecting a crown.
Caesar, Dunn, and the green-eyed Nighthawk boarded one carriage, while Cecilia and the brown-eyed Nighthawk boarded the other.
To avoid suspicion, a female police officer was also arranged in that carriage.
Opening the carriage door, a thick carpet covered the floor, and it seemed to have been sprayed with incense, emitting a soft fragrance that made one feel at ease.
The interior decoration is really good, much more upscale than it looks from the outside...
Caesar thought to himself, then looked up and was suddenly startled.
Deep inside the carriage, there hung a peculiar emblem, as large as his sister's fist.
The emblem had a deep black background, adorned with stars, and these stars clustered around exactly half of a crimson moon.
Overall, this emblem appeared lofty and sacred precisely the Dark Sacred Emblem symbolizing the Evernight Goddess.
The moment Caesar's gaze met the emblem, it suddenly emitted an invisible fluctuation that directly penetrated his body; this was why Caesar's body suddenly trembled.
That invisible fluctuation circled once inside his body, then vanished, and nothing happened.
What the hell?
Caesar muttered to himself, but when he looked back he saw the two Nighthawks staring intently at him their hands on their weapons.
"What's wrong?"
He couldn't help but ask.
"...Even the [Goddess's Gaze] didn't find anything abnormal about you so it seems you're really fine."
Dunn looked at him silently for a few seconds, then relaxed his body and said indifferently, "Get in, just sit wherever you like."
He said it casually but Caesar's eyes widened.
It turned out they hadn't completely trusted him yet; instead, they had prepared a means of detection, planning a sudden attack when he relaxed.
What an experienced fellow.
Caesar took a deep look at Dunn; if he guessed correctly, his sister would likely undergo the same test on her side.
Indeed, someone who could become the captain of a Beyonder organization was certainly no ordinary person.
After getting into the carriage and sitting down, the carriage swayed once and began to move forward.
Since the suspicion is gone, why don't I try to inquire about the situation . Caesar thought.
Stepping on the soft carpet, he carefully began to speak.
"Mr. Dunn, what exactly are Beyonders and the pathway? I've encountered such an event today and want to understand more. If possible, could you explain it to me?"
"Of course."
Dunn took off his police hat, revealing his receding hairline, "Then I will explain some common knowledge."
Thus, in the time that followed, Caesar learned some basic knowledge about Beyonders, including Beyonders, potions, Sequence Pathways, Beyonder abilities, rituals, and so on.
As expected, this world has Beyonders who can wield mysterious abilities.
Caesar asked with a mix of anticipation and worry, "So what's my situation, why did you think I was already a Beyonder? Uh, I think I heard you say something about this in my dream..."
"As for this part of the content, it already involves classified information, so I can't go into too much detail; I can only tell you briefly.
And even so, after you hear my explanation, you cannot spread this information freely.
Can you accept that?"
Dunn asked, stroking his police hat.
"No problem, I won't spread it carelessly."
Caesar's life and fate were in their hands at this moment, so even if he didn't want to, he could only say yes, not to mention he was genuinely a little curious.
"Hmm... Before that, I need to ask you, after Sirius died, did you come into contact with any peculiar substances that exuded from his body?"
As soon as Dunn asked this, Caesar immediately thought of the small black sphere.
"Uh, I did eat a small sphere that came out of his palm, and I felt uncomfortable for quite a while after eating it... But I didn't intentionally touch it; it was because Sirius suddenly played dead and pounced on me.
I was startled and accidentally swallowed it."
Caesar answered evasively, "Could it be because of this that I became a Beyonder?"
"Hmm, it's pretty much what I expected."
Dunn nodded, "Regarding this, I can only tell you that the bodies of deceased Beyonders will undergo anomalies and may exude Beyonder characteristics.
In certain circumstances, it's possible for others to inherit characteristics from the deceased.
And whether you're lucky or unlucky, you've just become a Beyonder like that."
Oh, no wonder!
That little sphere is the reason I became a Beyonder!
Caesar immediately understood, "So when you arrived at the scene and saw no Beyonder characteristics, you suspected I had eaten them?"
"You could say that,"
Dunn nodded, "But the specific situation was understood after Klein, who is the Nighthawk in the other carriage, performed a divination. He is a Sequence 9 'Seer'."
Seer?
That sounds like an amazing profession, I wonder to what extent he can divine...
He shouldn't be able to discover my secret, otherwise I would have been captured and dissected by them long ago.
Caesar muttered to himself, half-fearful and half-relieved.
"Then, what Pathway is the Beyonder characteristic I ate from, and what is the name of the Sequence 9 potion?"
The moment he finished asking, he saw the expressions of the two opposite him darken for a moment.
What's going on, could my Pathway be a bit dangerous?
It seems possible, after all, that's a Sequence belonging to cultists!
Caesar thought.
He saw the two exchange glances, and finally, Dunn slowly spoke:
"According to the internal data of the Nighthawks, the name of the Sequence 9 potion for the Pathway Sirius belonged to should be..."
"Secrets Suppliant."