After collecting himself, Klein went down to the basement and knocked on the door to the guard room.
Inside, Royale Reideen had already packed her personal belongings.
After greeting each other with a nod, Klein said, "I've had some success with grasping my potion and have shared my experiences with Frye and the rest. You can ask them about it."
Royale said, "Alright."
Klein sat down. I wonder where the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem is sealed within Chanis Gate. Since it doesn't possess any living qualities, it only needs a little space. Come to think of it, I haven't been inside Chanis Gate. To be able to keep strange Sealed Artifacts of varying sizes safe and maintain surveillance, it must be quite special indeed—like how it holds the ashes of Saint Selena.
Klein then saw Old Neil appear in the corridor with a black carpet in his hands, making his way into the guard room.
"Mr. Neil, did something happen?" Klein asked.
Old Neil sighed. "To think that you would find inspiration from the maxim of the Mystery Pryers and Daly..."
"I have to praise the Goddess. I also have to thank you for your teachings." Klein replied.
Old Neil sat down and said, "How good would it be if it were twenty years ago..."
Klein knew that Old Neil wasn't allowed to consume any more potions because of his age and health, even if he had completely digested the one he had right now.
"My earliest thoughts were to quickly gain control of my potion from the maxim of the Mystery Pryer, but regrettably I wasn't embarking in the right direction. Daly's success did give me some clues, but at that time I was already more than 50 years old and had already given up on my efforts. I thought that her success was a result of her genius and that an average person wouldn't be able to emulate her achievements." Old Neil, said with disappointment.
"It sure is regrettable that only now do I understand what I've missed out on at this age."
Klein said, "It wouldn't have made too much of a difference. The Church doesn't hold the Sequence 8 corresponding to Mystery Pryer."
"Perhaps the Holy Cathedral does have it... No, if they had it, they would at least tell us its name. It's also possible that the underground market might have it..." Old Neil muttered. "At least I didn't lose control, and I've lived healthily for decades... Praise the Lady."
He drew a crimson moon and left the guard room a little dejected.
Klein collected himself after some time, placing his attention on the confidential information of the Nighthawks in front of him.
Ever since he pulled the youth from the City of Silver into the Tarot Club and learned that the City of Silver still used the ancient names for many things, he found it necessary to enhance his knowledge in these areas.
Some time later, he heard another set of footsteps, and at the same time, an image of Dunn wearing a black windbreaker flashed past his mind.
My spiritual senses have been elevated after fully digesting the Seer potion... Klein then saw the Captain.
"A letter for you." Dunn passed the letter over to Klein.
According to the rules of the Nighthawks, if there was a clear and correct recipient, Rozanne and the rest of the clerks would give the letter directly to the person that the letter was addressed to. If the recipient was anonymous or an unknown name, it would be handed over to Dunn. He could then ask around or make a decision.
Klein opened the letter and unfolded the piece of paper.
He realized that the asylum doctor, Daxter, was asking for an urgent meeting at two in the afternoon today.
"Captain, my informant, the one from the Psychology Alchemists, wishes to meet me at two in the afternoon."
"Did he say anything else?" Dunn asked.
"No." Klein shook his head.
Dunn said, "Get Leonard to watch over Chanis Gate for the time being. I'll go with you and hide somewhere. These urgent requests to meet could sometimes be a trap. I've heard of many similar incidents. But if it's something important, we can act quickly."
Klein nodded. "Alright!"
...
At two in the afternoon. Inside shooting range 9 of the Zouteland Street Shooting Club, Klein glanced at the uneasy Doctor Daxter Guderian.
Daxter said, "I find Hood Eugen a little abnormal recently."
Hood Eugen was the patient from the mental asylum that had roped Daxter into the Psychology Alchemists.
"What sort of abnormalities has he exhibited?" Klein asked.
Daxter said, "H-he seems to have really gone insane... I could hold a normal conversation with him in the past and receive guidance on how to correctly use my Beyonder powers. But in the past few days, his thought processes and his condition have become really weird, and I can barely communicate with him. Even though I've managed to get the Telepathist formula as a result, I cannot determine if it's real or fake. I'm afraid that there might be some uncontrollable changes that might occur."
Klein asked, "Did he come into contact with anyone before he turned abnormal?"
"Only the patients. I cannot guarantee that, though. I'm not in the asylum for the whole day, and I need time to rest," Daxter said.
Klein nodded. "Don't worry. I'll send someone to protect you in secret. You should find out who Hood Eugen has come into contact with as soon as possible. Also, you have to be careful; he might be testing you. You should also report this to the members of the Psychology Alchemists and see how the higher-ups of your organization react."
"Alright." Daxter took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over to Klein. "This is the formula for the Telepathist potion, but I cannot guarantee its authenticity."
"We will verify it." Klein unfolded the piece of paper.
"Main ingredients: The complete pituitary gland of a mature Rainbow Salamander, 10 ml of spinal fluid from a Farsman Rabbit.
Supplementary ingredients: Chestnut Spore 5 grams, Dragon Tooth Grass Powder 8 grams, 3 petals of Pure White Elf Flowers, Pure Water 100 ml."
Klein folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his tuxedo.
After exchanging a few more words and ascertaining that the "voices" which Daxter was hearing were subsiding, Klein bade him farewell and made his way to the shooting range reserved for the Nighthawks, where Dunn was waiting.
"Captain, the informant gave me the Telepathist formula to thank me for helping him control the side effects of the potion, but he cannot determine the authenticity of the potion." Klein handed the piece of paper to Dunn. "Furthermore, he mentioned something else..."
Dunn read the formula as he listened to the concerns about Hood Eugen. After that, he nodded. "I'll immediately assign manpower to keep the mental asylum under surveillance. You haven't had professional training when it comes to these matters and don't have to participate in this. Go back and guard Chanis Gate."
With that said, he looked at Klein. "If we take this formula into account, you don't need to accumulate any more meritorious achievements and can directly receive the Clown potion after you pass the examination..."