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.”

he received Klein’s identification documents

Operations Department…” He looked up slowly, his

a scholarly aura, no ill intent at the

items and pointed to the chair on the other side

Officer. How might I

cane to the side. He slowly put away his documents and badge, then

allow me to

a member of Tingen City’s Nighthawks

“Good morning, Mr. Spectator.”

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

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

took out his revolver from his armpit holster, his smile

you can see my confidence and that I do not have any ill intent. Heh heh, honestly speaking, I wasn’t too sure myself, but

I said just now is true… Klein

the revolver. He asked, confused, “I find it hard to understand why you came looking for me… I don’t think that I revealed

and replied, “It was just a coincidence, or perhaps

the underground market at Evil Dragon Bar, but you didn’t notice me back

the potion first, but since I am familiar with that formula, you

he just lost the motivation to

“I see…

careful enough, to think

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

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

loosened up and said, “The world would be at peace if

Klein feigned surprise. “This is not something a person

leaned back and said with a

contort as

could see that you were anticipating my answer, yet I still missed the bait and fell into your linguistic trap…” Daxter

tell why the other party was here, but it didn’t mean he

stroked the cylinder of his revolver and said, “Doctor, we need to have an honest conversation. That can start with

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

life, but I hope

Daxter asked, as if

let out a soft

“Yes, limited.

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

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

make more use of. This is a perk I am giving you. You should

members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind one day.

will give you something you can use to prove your identity. You can use it when

silently. It was a while before he said, “You

something evil, merciless, and bloody. Other than that, I wouldn’t ask you to betray the secrets of the organization you