Lord of the Mysteries

Daxter Guderian, a doctor of the Greenhill Mental Asylum…

Klein silently repeated what the detective had said and started to think about the ways he could interact with this doctor whom he suspected to be a Spectator from the Psychology Alchemists.

He didn’t want to take too much of a risk on this matter. He didn’t want the Nighthawks to discover that he was problematic. He didn’t want to lose the life he had now over a mere exchange of information and resources.

Furthermore, this person was most probably a Spectator. Anyone who hadn’t undergone special training wouldn’t be able to hide their motives and thoughts from a person like that.

I’ll get a proxy, making me appear a little more mysterious? No, the more people involved, the easier it is for there to be problems… Yes… perhaps I can hide the truth within the truth. I’ll let that doctor know of my thoughts and feelings through my expression and body language, but not the whole truth…

As Detective Henry described Daxter Guderian, Klein thought about what methods he could use to minimize risk without affecting the results he wanted.

Slowly, he found inspiration in a detective film he had once seen.

Well, I can try that, but I’ll have to practice it repeatedly… Klein nodded inwardly before directing his full concentration on what Detective Henry had to say.

Cough… Henry cleared his throat and said, “We are still working on the request involving the red chimney. You should know that there are many buildings in Tingen that have similar characteristics. Of course, it would be much easier if you could provide us with more clues.”

Klein laughed dryly.

“I wouldn’t have had to make the request if I had more clues.”

Honestly, this long investigation had depressed him, for the person behind the scenes had obviously noticed Klein’s divinations and had more than enough time to find another hideout.

Thus, all he could do was hope that he could find relevant clues from the information of the tenants.

And that alone cost seven pounds… Just the thought of it made him feel the pinch… Klein grabbed his cane and left after Detective Henry finished his report.

…

At twenty minutes to nine on a Saturday morning, in an office of the Greenhill Mental Asylum.

Daxter Guderian, who was wearing gold-rimmed spectacles, removed his jacket and hat and hung them on the clothes rack.

He had just picked up his tin of coffee powder when he heard knocking on the door.

“Please come in,” Daxter said casually.

The half-closed door opened, and a young man wearing a black windbreaker entered.

Daxter didn’t recognize the person that walked in, so he asked, puzzled, “Good morning, you are?”

Klein closed the door, took off his hat, and pressed it against his chest before bowing.

“Good morning, Doctor Daxter, please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit without any warning. I am Probationary Inspector Klein Moretti of the Awwa Police Department. These are my identification documents and badge.”

as he received

looked up slowly, his eyes

a scholarly aura, no ill intent at the

items and pointed to the chair on the other

seat, Officer. How

the side. He slowly put away his documents and

me

also a member of Tingen City’s Nighthawks Squad, specializing

“Good morning, Mr. Spectator.”

see Daxter’s pupils constrict. Daxter retracted his hand, looking like he

understand what you mean.” Daxter forced out a few words, almost unable to maintain his form. “I don’t like

his revolver from his armpit holster, his smile

not have any ill intent. Heh heh, honestly speaking, I wasn’t

sentence I said just now is true… Klein added in his

hard to understand why you

a coincidence, or perhaps fate

other once in the underground market at Evil Dragon

ingredients for the potion first, but since I am

if he just lost the motivation to

“I see…

thought I was careful enough, to

looked into Klein’s eyes and said, “Officer, I know that you’re not

don’t believe that Beyonders not within our ranks are criminals in the making. This is not fair to those who

and said, “The world would be at peace if the other

know of other members from the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind?” Klein feigned surprise. “This is not something a person who became

leaned back and said with a

watched Daxter’s expression contort

missed the bait and fell into your linguistic trap…” Daxter said

He could tell why the other

the cylinder of his revolver and said, “Doctor, we need to have an honest conversation.

are potential criminals, but I agree that every Beyonder must be registered and monitored. This is a precaution against the risk of Beyonders losing control.

but I hope that there can be limited cooperation between

cooperation?” Daxter asked, as if

let out

“Yes, limited.

possible to save

of a Beyonder you know, or a Beyonder in your organization

for items that you could make more use of. This is

by members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers,

prove your identity. You

It was a while before he said, “You want me to betray

are stopping something evil, merciless, and