LOM: Lord of Mysticism

Time flew by, and Tingen bade farewell to the end of summer.

After getting in touch with Daxter Guderian, the doctor in the mental asylum, Klein seemed to escape from coincidences for two whole weeks. Without the constant barrage of supernatural incidents, his life became stable. He received his paycheck on time, researched mysticism in-depth, trained his marksmanship and fighting skills, and divined for people who came to the club.

During that time, three Tarot Club Gatherings were convened, but Klein didn't receive any new pages of Roselle's diary.

In the last twenty days, he had only met Daxter Guderian and talked about the doctor's state and unimportant matters about the Psychology Alchemists. However, he had to eventually find a way to get the formula of Sequence 8 Telepathist from him.

Compared to Justice, his speed of digesting the Seer potion was faster. By this week, the unwanted murmurings and visions had already vanished while engaging in Cogitation or Spirit Vision.

At this time Klein was still at his teacher Gawain's place.

During combat training, Gawain maintained silence and only gave pointers when he needed to. Klein was so exhausted from the daily training that he had no intention of trying to engage in conversation.

After he tidied himself up, Klein took his cane and exited the house. He walked along the weed-covered stone path towards the gates.

Just then, he saw that there was a two-wheeled carriage stopped outside the metal fence, and a man stood next to it.

"Leonard?" Klein looked towards his messy-haired Nighthawks teammate.

Leonard was dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, and buttonless leather boots as he twirled his hat in his hands. When he saw Klein come out from the house, he asked, "Are you pleasantly surprised?"

Klein ignored Leonard's inappropriate behavior and looked indifferently into the fake poet's green eyes. "What happened?"

Leonard put on his hat and said, "Captain wants you to work with me and Frye. Let's talk about it on the way."

"Alright." Klein entered the carriage.

As the scene outside of the carriage flew past, Leonard took up the document bag by his side and threw it at Klein.

Klein took out a document and began reading carefully.

"August 11th, 11 pm, at a workhouse in West Borough, the bankrupt Salus attempted arson to cause a tragedy. In the end, he only managed to burn himself to death..."

"August 11th, 10 pm, harbor worker, Zid jumped into the Tussock River and ended his poverty-stricken life..."

"August 11th, 8 pm, in Iron Cross Street's Lower Street, Mrs. Lauwis, who earned a living by selling matchboxes, died of a sudden disease..."

When Klein read the first two incidents, he found the deaths very ordinary and common. Not only should it have been beneath the attention of the Nighthawks, but even the police force would avoid wasting resources looking into such obvious causes of death.

However, after reading two full pages, he looked at Leonard. "Isn't this too many?"

When the number of ordinary deaths reached a staggering amount, it was difficult to call it normal. Leonard nodded seriously and said, "The number of death incidents within the past two weeks is five times the normal rate.

When the Tingen Police headquarters tabulated the data, they realized the problem and quickly passed it over to us, as well as the Mandated Punishers and the Machinery Hivemind.

Although these death incidents appeared normal during initial investigations, the captain believes we should investigate them once more. It might require the help of divination or ritualistic magic."

Leonard snapped his fingers and said, "You, me, and Frye are in a team. He's waiting for us at Iron Cross Street's Lower Street. Seeka, Royale, and Old Neil are in another team, investigating corresponding incidents in the North Borough. Captain is staying in the security company to respond to any emergencies."

"Okay." Klein nodded solemnly and asked, "Can I drop by my place and leave a note?"

He had to tell his brother and sister that he couldn't dine at home that night because something had cropped up.

"No problem, it's on the way." Leonard said.

With that, Klein calmed down and read over the death incidents again, intending to find a link among the various names, times, and causes of death. This was his first group mission after becoming a Nighthawk.