Klein glanced at the serious Dunn Smith and suddenly smiled.

"Captain, I figured out one thing yesterday."

"What's the matter?" Dunn repeated the question, leaned back slightly on the chair, and loosened his clasped hands.

Klein recalled the draft he had prepared earlier and said:

"I am summarizing my previous experience. I think the name of the potion itself contains a whole set of rules that help us master the potion and avoid negative effects. When we follow this set of rules to deal with things, it seems that we have become people of the corresponding profession."

"Similarly, these rules are implicit. No one will tell you directly. You can only summarize them bit by bit from the corresponding professions, and then make corrections based on different effect feedback."

"So, when I became a true fortune teller in the fortune telling club and had my own 'fortune teller's code', the mumbling and visions that troubled me disappeared."

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

After saying this, Klein secretly let out a sigh of relief. Except for not directly pointing out the word "acting", he had said everything he needed to say.

Sigh, I just hope that the captain won’t tell the church that I already have such a clear idea when they ask me. That would attract more attention to me… Add to that the “Fortune Teller” path and the Antigonus family, and I might be in a lot of trouble… However, the captain has seen a lot of storms and has rich experience and wisdom. Once he understands the “acting method”, he will definitely notice the church’s concealment on the relevant issues and know what he should and shouldn’t say… Klein’s mind was full of thoughts and a little confused.

However, he quickly made up his mind and came up with a plan:

If the captain still hasn't figured out the "acting method" or hasn't noticed the church's concealment, I will wake him up before submitting the special application!

Well, I'll do a test first to confirm the tone...

Dunn listened to Klein's description quietly, and his gray eyes became even darker.

He was silent for more than ten seconds, rubbed his forehead with his hand, then picked up the pipe and took a puff.

After sniffing, he seemed to have forgotten the rules of the Nighthawks and took out a matchbox.

Bluish-white smoke rose slowly, and Dunn half-closed his eyes, seeming to be savoring the tobacco.

After a while, he opened his eyes and smiled at Klein:

"Sorry, I forgot you don't smoke."

"Smoking is harmful to your health." Klein answered seriously.

Dunn held his pipe and thought for a moment.

"I seem to understand something."

No, Captain, you don't understand anything! Anyway, don't come into my dreams so often! Klein didn't ask back, but just smiled gently.

“Perhaps, it won’t be long before you submit a special application…” Dunn took a deep breath of the mint-mixed tobacco and said half-jokingly and half-sighingly.

Is tomorrow okay? Klein answered in his mind, took out his pocket watch, checked the time and said:

"Captain, I have to go find Old Neil. Today's occult course is about to begin."

“Okay.” Dunn held his pipe and watched Klein leave.

After closing the door of the captain's office, Klein walked towards the stairs leading to the underground in a good mood. When passing by the civilian staff office, he saw two strangers, a man and a woman, inside.

The new civilian staff... Klein nodded thoughtfully and added in his mind:

"In two days, within this week, submit a special application to the captain!"

Then, after passing a series of tests, you will become the "clown" of Sequence 8!

…………

In the gloomy and quiet underground passage, Klein turned towards the armory and pushed open the half-closed door of the guard room.

"What happened to you?" He was shocked when he saw Old Neil's appearance.

Old Neil was listless, his face was pale, and he kept yawning.

"I've been a little constipated lately, and I tried a ritual magic to solve this problem last night. As a result, I didn't sleep well the whole night. I kept running to the bathroom, and in the end, I almost fell asleep on the toilet."

Well, the constipation problem has been solved... Seeing that it was not a big problem, Klein suddenly wanted to laugh.

But he restrained himself and asked:

"Are you feeling better now?"

At the same time, he tapped his left teeth twice with concern and used his "clairvoyance" to observe Old Neil's health aura.

The yellow of the digestive system and the orange of the excretion and detoxification areas were a bit dull and mottled, but fortunately, they were within a reasonable range... Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay. I asked Fry for some anti-diarrhea medicine." Old Neil yawned like a chain smoker and said, "You can study the mysticism course on your own today. It only has the last two or three days of content anyway."

"Okay." Klein said politely, "Or I can stay here to guard the armory and study my occult studies, and you can go to the lounge to catch up on some sleep?"

Old Neil straightened his back instantly and answered with a sharp look in his eyes:

"Little Moretti, you are indeed the most conscientious person among the Nighthawks, second only to Fry!"

"The weapons arsenal is now in your hands!"

He picked up the blanket on his knees and rushed out of the guard room like a whirlwind, leaving Klein alone there in a daze.

…………

In the morning, Blackthorn Security Company received an extra order to escort a wealthy businessman to the dock to trade with someone. Leonard and Cornelius completed the task easily and earned a lot of extra money, which made Klein quite envious.

However, he still followed the routine to delve deeper into the mystery and practice his marksmanship, but was "tortured" like crazy by teacher Gao Wen who was stimulated by something unknown.

Huh, huh... Klein opened his mouth and gasped for air. It took him a long time to regain the strength to take a shower and change clothes.

After leaving Gawain's house, he continued to be busy. He hired a cab for 2 soli and passed by the remaining ten houses with red chimneys one by one.

When the last dark red chimney disappeared from his sight, Klein's expression became very solemn.

"The 'Red Chimney' house I saw in my divination is not among those that have recently changed tenants... This makes things difficult. I don't know when I can finish checking the houses worth 1,600 or 1,700 yuan... Sigh, I can't ask anyone else for help with this matter. After all, only when I face the target can I feel that spiritual familiarity..."

"Don't be discouraged, don't give up. As long as you have time, go and check. Try to find the target within three months, no, two months! Who knows, maybe the ones I check tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will contain the target?"

"Well, go back and organize the information, and plan the daily inspection routes based on the distance and proximity of the areas!"

Klein encouraged himself and kept the depressed mood away.

Having made up his mind, he was about to tell the driver to turn to Daffodil Street when he suddenly realized that this place was very close to Teacher Azik's residence.

“Before Mr. Azik left for his trip, he wrote to me and told me that he would be back this week, but he didn’t mention the exact date. I’ll stop by to take a look and leave a note for him. Well, it’s 2 soli per hour to rent a carriage. It’s almost time now, so I’ll stop at Mr. Azik’s house and then change to a public carriage…” Klein made a quick decision.

Four minutes later, he got off the carriage and arrived outside Azik's house.

The quality here is obviously better than Daffodil Street, but not as good as Howers Street. There are lawns in front of the houses and small gardens in the back.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Klein pulled the rope at the door and rang the bell inside the house.

After waiting for a while, he heard footsteps inside, and then saw the door opened.

Azik, with soft features and bronze complexion, appeared before Klein. At home, he was casually wearing a white shirt, brown vest, and brown trousers.

"Klein? I was just about to write to you." Azik greeted him warmly, "I just got home last night."

Klein took a deep look at the tiny black mole under his right ear and said:

"Mr. Azik, I found clues about your past."

"Really?" Azik's expression suddenly became excited, and his eyes, which were filled with vicissitudes of life, lost their indifference.

“Let’s go inside and talk.” Klein glanced around.

Azik nodded quickly, making way for the guest to enter.

He locked the door and led Klein to the living room on the first floor, where he sat on the soft sofa.

"What clues did you find?" he asked impatiently.

Klein didn't expect to meet Mr. Azik today. He organized his words and said:

"I recently accepted a commission to go to the abandoned castle outside the town of Ramde to eliminate a vengeful spirit."

"Ramde..." Azik repeated the name in a low voice, his brows furrowed a little.

Klein looked at the other person's expression and slowed down his speech.

"In the process of eliminating the vengeful spirits, we discovered something, so we went to the town to conduct an in-depth investigation..."

"A townsman claimed to have a portrait of the first Baron Ramde and tried to sell it to me. I looked at the painting out of curiosity and found that the person in the portrait, except for the hairstyle, has facial features very similar to you, Mr. Azik. Even the mole under the ear is in the same position and the same size."

"Under my interrogation, the townsman confessed that the painting was created more than 40 years ago, but the object of imitation was indeed from an abandoned castle, and it was indeed an ancient portrait unearthed there."

"You know, people like us with unique abilities have the initial skills to identify lies, and this skill tells me that the townsman is not lying."

Azik listened with his body leaning forward, clasped his hands, and said nothing for a long time, remaining silent.

After five or six minutes, he finally let out a sigh and said:

"Your description didn't remind me of anything more. Maybe, maybe I should go and see the abandoned castle myself."

"Can you take me there?"

"It's my honor." Klein answered preparedly, "But I need to go home so that my brother and sister don't worry."

"No problem." Azik stood up quickly.