155 Urgent Meeting (2/2)
Mr. Hornacis… It's a letter from Daxter Guderian… He nodded in understanding and pulled open a drawer to retrieve a letter opener.
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 carefully pried open the letter and took out the piece of paper within. He quickly unfolded the piece of paper and read through it.
He realized that the asylum doctor, Daxter, was asking for an urgent meeting at two in the afternoon today.
Has he obtained the Telepathist formula? Or is it regarding something else? Klein lifted the letter in his hand and looked at Dunn.
”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, as if he was expecting this.
”No.” Klein shook his head.
Dunn thought for a moment, then said in a heavy voice, ”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. Furthermore, if it's something important, we can act quickly.”
Captain, you sure are experienced… Not to mention being the most reliable, trustworthy Captain without memory issues whenever we have something serious to do… Klein immediately nodded.
”Alright!”
…
At two in the afternoon. Inside the small shooting range 9 of the Zouteland Street Shooting Club.
Klein looked at the target that was covered in bullet holes, then glanced at the uneasy Doctor Daxter Guderian.
”What happened for you to look for mercenaries at the Hound Pub in such a fluster?”
Only by doing so would the boss of the Hound Pub, Wright, hand the letter immediately to the Blackthorn Security Company instead of waiting for Klein to collect it himself.
Daxter observed Klein's expression and body language, then responded softly, ”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 pressed, displaying his professionalism.
Daxter heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had found a pillar of support. He said while deliberating his words, ”H-he seems to have really gone insane…”
”Really gone insane?” Klein asked in shock.
Didn't Hood Eugen feign his illness and infiltrate the mental asylum to attempt to influence the patients in order to train his mental abilities?
He had really turned sick, genuine insanity?
”I think so…” Daxter paced around anxiously. ”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 has become really weird. I can barely communicate with him. He was just like my other patients, even though… even though I've managed to get the Telepathist formula as a result. But I cannot determine if it's real or fake. I'm afraid that there might be some uncontrollable changes that might occur.”
No matter. As a Seer, a Seer who has the mysterious world above the gray fog, I'll be able to determine if it's real or fake… Klein heaved a sigh of relief before creasing his brows and asking, ”Did he come into contact with anyone before he turned abnormal?”
”Only the patients. I-I cannot guarantee that, though. I'm not in the asylum for the whole day. I also need time to rest,” Daxter said, his expression serious.
Klein nodded, as if it was something trivial.
”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 propped up his golden spectacles, recovering the calm of a Spectator. He then 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 smiled in response. He unfolded the piece of paper on the spot and looked at it.
”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.”
”Excellent,” Klein praised. He 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. He cautiously made his way to the shooting range reserved for the Nighthawks. Dunn Smith was waiting inside.
”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 with a stern expression. ”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 to participate in this. Go back and guard Chanis Gate.”
With that said, he looked at Klein deeply in the eyes and said, ”If we take this formula into account, you don't need to accumulate any more meritorious achievements. You can directly receive the Clown potion after you pass the examination…”