The light penetrating the glass illuminated the detention center outside the armory. Old Neil finished reading the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, looked up at Klein and said:

"How do you feel now? Have you calmed down? Or do you need a glass of wine, an early paycheck, a day of leisure?"

At this moment, after completely digesting the "Fortune Teller" potion, Klein is trying to use meditation to change the "switch" of his spiritual vision so that it is no longer so conspicuous.

Today, he no longer relies on stimulating specific parts of his body to activate his clairvoyance, so he can achieve his goal in a more covert way, such as quickly pinching the two joints of his middle finger with his thumb once each, or tapping his left teeth twice in succession.

Considering that he would have to hold a gun in one hand and a cane in the other at certain times, but he also had to use his spiritual vision, Klein finally chose to tap his teeth lightly, opening the left one and closing the right one.

After making the changes, he opened his eyes, smiled and said:

"I was just too focused on the captain's actions and didn't need to calm down."

At the same time, he tapped his left teeth twice, trying to open his spiritual vision so as to familiarize himself with this method as quickly as possible.

Cough, cough, cough! Old Neil suddenly started coughing violently, his face turning red like a boiled lobster.

"What's wrong?" Klein was stunned for a moment and asked with concern.

He carefully examined Old Neil's aura and found that the other party's health color was normal, but because of his age, he was relatively weak.

Old Neil coughed for more than ten seconds before he stopped. He reached out and picked up the coffee, took a sip and said, "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Ugh, I just choked on my own saliva. So shall we start today's occult course?"

“Okay.” Klein tapped his right teeth twice almost silently.

Finishing the Fortune Teller potion one to two weeks earlier than expected made him both happy and worried. Of course he was happy, as he had gotten rid of the hidden danger of losing control, was about to be promoted, and had more extraordinary abilities, which were enough to make anyone feel happy and excited. But the worry was that this disrupted his arrangements and plans.

Considering that he would have to stay in the Tingen Night Squad for a long time, Klein thought that quietly becoming a "clown" was not a good choice. He would always worry about being exposed, and would not dare to use his corresponding abilities in missions that required cooperation, putting himself in greater danger.

His plan was to follow the example of the "psychic" Daly, submit a special application to the higher-ups, exchange his accumulated merits for formulas and extraordinary materials as rewards, and become a night watchman of the sequence in a legitimate way.

But there is a fundamental difference between "mastering" potions in a month and mastering potions in a year. Klein can withstand a certain amount of attention from the Holy Temple and is willing to be a key training target, but he absolutely does not want to arouse the high suspicion of the upper echelons. He must find a sufficiently convincing reason for his status.

His original plan was to take advantage of the time when the "Fortune Teller" potion had not yet been completely digested to gradually lay the groundwork with the captain, such as mentioning that he felt spiritually lively every time he went to the Fortune Telling Club, pretending to casually describe the "Fortune Teller's Code" that he summed up from helping people with fortune telling, and saying in advance that he had basically not heard sounds that he shouldn't have heard or seen things that he shouldn't have seen recently.

In this way, the Nighthawks' top brass would think that he unconsciously imitated Daly when completing his "mission" and did it more thoroughly.

This would allow them to focus on summarizing the rules and exploring the direction of "acting method", greatly reducing their suspicion of Klein and only conducting routine inspections.

Well, it can also serve as a reminder to the captain and help him discover the "acting method." Klein silently added in his heart that, for him, Dunn Smith was a very good captain. Apart from his poor memory, he had no major shortcomings, so he hoped to reduce the risk of him losing control and make him stronger.

Of course, Klein could also choose to wait a year before submitting a special application, which would not require any risk, but the continuous coincidences and the red chimney he saw in the dream divination forced him to improve himself as soon as possible.

"In the next two weeks, I will prepare three or four times with the captain, and then formally submit an application. At the same time, I can also go to the underground trading market to see if there are any corresponding extraordinary materials. They should be very expensive." Klein made a quick decision and turned his attention back to the mysticism course.

Time passed by, and the wonderful lunch time slowly arrived. Old Neil finished his coffee, tidied up the clutter on the table, and said with a smile:

"Your occult studies course is about to end, and judging by your previous attempts, you can make spells for yourself."

"This is exactly what I plan to do in the next few days." Klein exhaled with satisfaction.

The talisman is different from the amulets he gave to his brother Benson and sister Melissa before. It must be engraved with the help of a ritual and has certain special abilities that can be used in fierce battles.

But low-grade talismans are not omnipotent either. Their spiritual power will continue to decline and they must be "remade" every two weeks. They also require specific spells to activate and cannot be used immediately when you want to.

In addition, the spells that the Nighthawks can master are still limited to the "domain" of the Goddess of Night. Klein can only make three types at present. One is the "Sleeping Spell", which has an effect similar to the chanting of Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell that can calm people and make them sleep. One is the "Soul-Calming Spell", which can soothe ghosts, shadows, zombies and water ghosts, and to a certain extent deal with resentful souls and evil spirits. The third is the "Dream Spell", which can help the caster enter the target's dream.

These effects overlap with the "Midnight Poet" and "Nightmare" abilities of the "Sleepless" series, so Dunn, Leonard and others hardly ever use talismans. Instead, "Corpse Collector" Frye and "Sleepless" Luo Yao and Coenli will carry one or two talismans with them, but they are of no use for a long time and they have to ask Old Neil to "recharge" them from time to time.

At this time, Old Neil glanced at Klein and said with a smile:

"I remember that you have run out of material quotas this month because you practiced too frequently. Are you planning to go to the underground trading market?"

Klein was stunned at first, then nodded with heartache:

"Yes."

He knew the prices of the materials and just hoped to succeed in one go without wasting any money.

After taking on the task of delivering lunch underground, Klein put on his coat, hat, and cane, and returned to the Blackthorn Security Company on the second floor.

When he passed by the entertainment room, he saw Leonard and others had returned and were having dinner.

Knock, knock, knock! He knocked on the captain's office door.

"Come in." Dunn's mellow voice came out.

Klein pushed the door open, took off his hat and said:

"Captain, have you caught the instigator Triss?"

Dunn pinched his temple and shook his head tiredly, "We didn't find her at Tingen Station, but according to the telegram sent by Backlund, a passenger saw her in the first-class carriage of the earliest train. Unfortunately, she got off halfway."

“What a pity.” Klein sighed with full preparation. “Divination is not omnipotent.”

Dunn glanced with his grey eyes and said:

"You don't need to be depressed. It's not that easy to catch a Sequence Beyonder. At least we destroyed Triss's evil ritual and saved the lives of at least forty innocent people. In addition, we also understand her current condition and prevent her from committing crimes as recklessly as before."

"If she wants to do something similar again, she may be noticed, discovered, and reported at any time. Sooner or later, she will be found and captured by us, the Nighthawks, the Punishers, or the Mechanical Heart. Of course, she is more likely to be killed."

“I hope so. May the goddess bless you.” Klein drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Then, he paused, carefully considering his words and said:

"Captain, I haven't heard any sounds I shouldn't have heard or seen any things I shouldn't have seen in more than a week, and this is despite my frequent meditation and use of clairvoyance."

"Hmm?" Dunn frowned slightly in confusion.

Klein immediately added:

"I feel like I'm not far from fully mastering the 'Fortune Teller' potion, and this may be related to the fact that I often go to the Divination Club to help people with divination."

"Why do you have such an idea?" Dunn changed his sitting posture and showed a confused expression.

Klein deliberately answered unfluently, "Every time I go to the Divination Club, I feel my spirituality become more lively. After helping people with divination, my body, mind, and spirit feel much more relaxed. I also summarized a set of, um, a set of 'Diviner's Rules' and strictly abide by them, just like the Secret Peepers' 'Do whatever you want, but don't hurt'. Ha, I got inspiration from this motto and tried and imitated it to formulate the fortune teller's motto."

"I think this may be an effective way to help extraordinary people master the potion as quickly as possible and reduce the chance of losing control, just like Ms. Daly, who has been working as a 'psychic'."

Dunn took out his pipe at some point and sniffed it gently. He seemed to have forgotten about Klein. He pondered for several minutes before speaking:

“Good guess, interesting experiment”

Klein's purpose this time was just to point it out and lay the groundwork, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he said half-jokingly and half-preventively, "Perhaps I will be the fastest member in the history of the Nighthawks to master sequence potions."

"May the goddess bless you." Dunn smiled and blessed without taking it too seriously, and then fell into thought again.

Seeing this, Klein stood up, said goodbye, and left the captain's office.

While helping to cover the door, he suddenly thought of another problem, which was how to play the "clown"!

You won't let me join the circus, will you? Besides, there is no fixed circus in Tingen City. They are all traveling circuses. Klein's expression suddenly turned bitter.

Being a fortune teller is quite respectable. Even if you are met by acquaintances, you can still hold your head up high. But if you become a "clown", it will be totally undignified!

Maybe, maybe there is another way to act. When the Blasphemous Slate was born, there was no circus, no clowns. Forget it. It will take another two or three weeks before I get the chance to be promoted. There is no need to think about this issue in a hurry. Klein walked evasively towards the sofa area in the reception hall, towards Roxanne, Mrs. Aureliana, Brett and others, and towards the lunch that belonged to him and Old Neil.