LOM: Lord of Mysticism

After eight in the evening, in the Moretti family's dining room.

"In another three months, I should get another raise. By then, we could totally fulfill our desire to travel as well as save money for necessities." Klein said.

"Why?" Benson and Melissa asked.

Klein explained, "Due to my professionalism, the police department, which always collaborates with our company, intends to hire me as their part-time history consultant. They would pay me extra—at least two pounds a week. Don't be surprised if you see me in a police uniform in the future.

Of course, as you know, the work efficiency in governmental departments is as slow. They still have to go through a lengthy procedure, and they're required to do a thorough inspection of me. Hence, on my off days for the next two months, I'll be heading to Khoy University quite often to see my mentor and the teaching staff I know to learn more."

Seeing the shocked look in his brother and sister's eyes, he paused and said, "Just like Emperor Roselle said, 'One is never too old to learn.'"

Benson maintained a few seconds of silence before saying, "Is it too late for me to sign up for university? Knowledge really is wealth."

"Benson, you need Klein's grammar books and his classic literature textbooks," Melissa said.

Benson gritted his teeth and said, "Klein, pass me those books tonight.

Even if all they do is put me to sleep, I am determined to read them for an hour—no—an hour and a half a day.

I swear in the name of the Goddess! If I can't do it, I will be a curly-haired baboon!"

...

The next morning, Klein walked to the duty room outside Chanis Gate.

Captain Dunn and members Frye, Seeka, Royale, Leonard, and Kenley were all there.

Dunn glanced past the newly promoted Nighthawk and said, "We have a routine meeting every Thursday to summarize past missions and discuss various challenges."

Dunn turned to look at Kenley. "Briefly tell us about the investigation of Sirius Arapis."

Kenley was also a Nighthawk who had been promoted from a member of the civilian staff. He thought and said, "With Old Neil's help, we found Sirius's secret hideout. There were many books and items at the scene. From them, we can be certain that Sirius was one of the underground members of the secret organization, the Aurora Order. He was also a Secrets Suppliant.

There's sufficient evidence to show that he and Hanass Vincent sold the Antigonus family notebook to Welch.

We found valuable items, including three Sequence potion formulas, which are Sequence 9 Seer, Sequence 8 Apprentice, and Sequence 8 Clown.

The subsequent task is to use Sirius's social circle and the letters we found to locate other outer circle members of the Aurora Order. The focus of our search will be directed at the heretic who has infiltrated the police department.

Also, people who were in contact with Hanass need to be reinvestigated."

Dunn nodded lightly and looked at Klein. "As you heard just now, we've obtained the Clown potion formula but are unable to determine if it's real. We have to wait for the Holy Cathedral to give us feedback.

In the mission relating to the Aurora Order, you have made a contribution. Plus, given that you shot a member of the Secret Order, it won't be long until you accrue enough contributions to be promoted. But I have to remind you that not everyone is like Daly. You have to suppress your desire and wait for three years. In order to avoid losing control, you can't allow your mindset to be affected by our discovery of the Clown potion formula."

Captain, you don't understand how magical it is to 'act'... I have already confirmed the authenticity of the Clown potion formula using divination above the gray fog last night...

Klein nodded. "I will keep my emotions in check."

Then the quiet Midnight Poet Seeka Tron said, "We still haven't found any clues regarding Instigator Tris. I suspect that he has already fled from Tingen."

After they were done exchanging their new information, Klein left the duty room and found Old Neil continuing his mysticism lessons. In the afternoon, he went over to his combat teacher, Gawain, to do basic strength, endurance, and overall coordination training.

...

With the sun still up and bright at five, Klein took off his training costume and changed into his original clothing. He then took the public carriage to Besik Street.

He hadn't forgotten about the red chimney that he had seen in his dream divination, nor did he forget about the man that he suspected to be a member of the Psychology Alchemists who had bought supplementary ingredients for the Spectator potion in the underground market. These things would be inconvenient to investigate in his role as a Nighthawk.

"Number 27. Henry's Private Detective Company... Yup, it's here." Klein found a private detective company according to the newspaper's descriptions.

He walked up the stairs and came to the company on the second floor.

Knock! Knock! He knocked on the door that was half-closed.

"Please come in."

Klein pushed the door and saw an almost open layout. There were four employees sitting in their respective seats, partitioned into small cubicles.

"Hi, I'm Detective Henry. How may I help you?" A man in a white shirt greeted him.

"I have two matters to entrust to you. How are your rates?" Klein asked.

"That depends on the difficulty of the task." Detective Henry pointed towards the sofa in the guest area. "Let's talk over there."

Klein followed him to the semi-partitioned area and sat on the single-seat sofa.

He didn't take off the mask and purposely made his voice hoarse. "First, I need you to help me find a house with a chimney that looks like this, as well as information on who the owner and current tenant are."

As he spoke, he took out a folded paper. When he opened it, there was a chimney with its color noted down and its surrounding scenery.

This was the drawing that Klein completed by using the uniqueness of the area above the gray fog and the method of praying to himself.

Detective Henry knitted his eyebrows and said, "This is not complicated but very tedious. It would require a long time and a large amount of manpower."

"I understand." Klein nodded lightly.

"Seven pounds. The price for this job would be seven pounds. In addition, you have to give me at least two weeks."

"Alright. Second, help me find this gentleman and his identity. The only thing I know is that he occasionally appears at the Evil Dragon Bar near the harbor borough. And he must not detect any men you send. He is very sensitive, and he has great observational skills." Klein took out the second portrait.

He intended to get in touch with a member of the Psychology Alchemists to see if he could find any formulas and materials that could be exchanged with Justice.

"Three pounds; such a mission would cost about three or four pounds. Your outstanding drawing skills will help my assistant and I save time," Detective Henry replied skillfully.

"Ten pounds in total?" Klein asked.

Detective Henry took a puff on his pipe and said, "Yes, and you need to put a deposit of two pounds. When there's progress, you'll need to pay another three to five pounds. The rest of the payment can be made when the mission is completed."

"Then I shall come next week to check on your progress." Klein said.

After they signed a standard contract, he took out two one-pound notes and passed them to the detective before leaving in a hurry.