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.”

muttered softly as he received Klein’s identification documents and

He looked up slowly, his eyes calm, as if he was

slightly darker than brown, a scholarly aura, no ill intent at

items and pointed to the chair on the other side of

have a seat, Officer. How might I

placed his cane to the side. He slowly put away his documents and

me to

member of Tingen City’s Nighthawks Squad, specializing in dealing

“Good morning, Mr. Spectator.”

his sentence, he wasn’t surprised to see Daxter’s pupils constrict.

mean.” Daxter forced out a few words, almost unable to maintain his form. “I don’t like jokes like this. Perhaps I

took out his revolver from his armpit holster, his

have any ill intent. Heh heh, honestly

just now is true…

slightly, his gaze shooting toward the revolver. He asked, confused, “I find it hard to understand why you came looking for me… I don’t think

a coincidence, or perhaps

the underground market at Evil Dragon Bar, but you

to purchase the supplementary ingredients for the potion first, but since I am familiar with that formula, you caught my

if he just lost the motivation to

“I see…

careful enough, to think that,

muttering to himself, he looked into Klein’s eyes and said, “Officer, I know that you’re not here to arrest me. What is your true motive

other Nighthawks. I don’t believe that Beyonders not within our ranks are criminals in the making.

his posture. He loosened up and said, “The world would be at peace if the other Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery

members from the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind?” Klein feigned surprise. “This is not something a person who became a Beyonder by mistake should know. There must be an organization behind

leaned back and said with

casually watched Daxter’s expression contort as he said those

answer, yet I still missed

to notice that the Spectator state wasn’t omnipotent. He could tell why the other party was here, but

we

believe that Beyonders not under management 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.

won’t disrupt your normal life, but I hope that there can be

cooperation?” Daxter asked, as if thinking about

out a soft

“Yes, limited.

possible to save someone who has not completely lost control yet, and the Nighthawks have

know, or a Beyonder in your organization who is about to do something that

you would like to exchange something for items that you could make more use of. This is a perk I am giving you. You should know what

being suddenly prosecuted by members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind one day. You can live your life

your identity. You can use it when you have no other options

before he

something evil, merciless, and bloody. Other