LOM: Lord of Mysticism

After leaving Evil Dragon Bar, Klein and Old Neil took a public carriage and left the harbor. They then split ways at the North Borough and headed back to their respective homes.

The public transport steered into Daffodil Street and stopped by the side of the road. Klein was about to get off the carriage when he suddenly saw a young lady wearing a grayish-white dress about to board the carriage.

This lady had black hair and unassuming features. Klein noticed her because her body was shuddering slightly.

"Miss, are you alright?" He asked in concern.

The young lady shook her. "No, I am just too tired."

The people behind Klein urged him to get off, so Klein could only leave the carriage. When he found his footing, he pinched his glabella twice, planning to determine if the lady was indeed alright.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The horses widened their paces as the wheels began rolling in tow. Despite activating his Spirit Vision, the carriage was quick to depart, and Klein was only able to see the passenger's energy fields moving away.

He shook his head quietly and deactivated his Spirit Vision. To him, it was simply help he could provide if he happened to chance upon it. However, if he were to miss it, and the situation was not especially clear, there was no point taking it to heart and delaying his own matters.

Klein entered his home. While he was showering, Klein faintly heard knocking downstairs.

In his puzzlement, Klein wiped dry his body. Wearing an old but comfortable shirt and trousers, he went downstairs.

He surveyed the area but did not notice any strangers. "Was someone at the door just now?"

Benson, who was reading the newspaper casually said. "It was Bitsch Mountbatten, one of the policemen in charge of Iron Cross Street. He asked if we met an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old boy who had a rotund face. Heh, he even gave us a sketch to identify. Unfortunately, neither one of us has seen him, or we would have received a reward. What about you?"

"Nope." Klein knew who that was.

Instigator Tris had successfully escaped the Evil Dragon Bar at the harbor. He had escaped somewhere close to Iron Cross Street and Daffodil Street; therefore, the police were making visits from door to door.

And to go this far made it clear that the operation of nabbing the Instigator had failed.

Klein did not bother himself with the situation. He had yet to begin combat training as he had basic mastery of shooting, and to consider dealing with a natural 'Assassin' was simply using his life as a joke.

He did not sleep well that night. He worried that the Instigator would infiltrate their house to hide, causing another massacre.

Thankfully, Daffodil Street was quiet the entire night, with the morning sun rays dispersing all the fog.

The relaxed Klein changed into formal attire, wore his top hat, held his cane, and went all the way to Zouteland Street. He greeted Rozanne at the reception hall.

"Good morning, Klein," she replied and suppressed her voice. "I heard the huge operation last night failed."

"The operation to nab Instigator Tris?" Klein asked.

"Yeah!" Rozanne nodded. "Apparently an informant of the Mandated Punishers discovered the Instigator at the harbor... They were planning on waiting for additional Beyonders and another Special Operations squad from the police to arrive before beginning the operation to do the deed without alarming the commoners. Unfortunately, that Instigator was extremely sharp. He charged out of the encirclement when he noticed something amiss, successfully escaping as a result."

"At such times, they need a Beyonder with tracking abilities, such as me." Klein made a joke.

"There was no lack of trackers back then." Dunn Smith's voice was heard.

Rozanne jumped in fright and turned her head to see the Captain glaring at her while leaning against the partition's frame.

Dunn turned his gaze to Klein. "There were a total of six Beyonders from the Mandated Punishers, the Machinery Hivemind, and us Nighthawks. We traced the injured Tris to Iron Cross Street's Lower Street and found his temporary residence, but the clues ended there. Be it Beyonder methods or ordinary investigations, nothing worked. It was as though he disappeared completely."

"Do you need my help with divination?" Klein asked.

Dunn shook his head. "The Machinery Hivemind had a Machinery Hivemind. He is a senior Beyonder as good as Old Neil. I even suspect that he's already at Sequence 8. I'm just unaware what the name of the corresponding potion is."

"The Theosophy Order's heritage to this day must have something special," Klein said.

For the rest of the morning, he continued his mysticism curriculum, read the historical information and documents, and practiced various techniques. With lunchtime almost approaching, Klein's mind began to wander.

Another few minutes later, he put away the documents. At that moment, Dunn Smith came into the clerk office. "Klein, follow me to Chanis Gate. Sealed Artifact 2-049 has arrived. The subsequent operation might require your sensing of that notebook."

"Alright," Klein got up and replied.

His thoughts became scrambled as he imagined how the sealed item would look or if the operation would be dangerous.

He followed Dunn down the stairs and into the tunnel.

After going straight at the intersection, Dunn stopped abruptly. "Do this action together with me. Keep doing it and absolutely do not stop. Remember, absolutely do not stop. This is for your own safety!"

While speaking, Dunn bent his arm, followed by extending it, and repeated this action without stopping.

Klein looked at the captain's demonstration in a befuddled manner. "Has this got to do with the uniqueness of the Sealed Artifact?"

"Yes." Dunn nodded with abnormal seriousness. "Repeating such an action will allow us to discover if anything happens to you immediately. Saving you in time will not result in any life-threatening dangers."

"Okay." Klein did not hesitate as he began the repeated action of bending and extending his arm.

"If your arm is sore, use the other one," Dunn added.

Chanis Gate was in sight; Klein had no choice but to bear with it.