Klein turned to the captain's office and saw that the door was wide open. Dunn Smith was leaning back in his chair, sniffing at his pipe.

With a glance of his grey eyes, Dunn changed his sitting position and said:

"You are in great condition. You don't look like you just took a potion."

“Perhaps this is the benefit of being promoted after thoroughly digesting it.” Klein closed the door and pulled out a chair to sit down.

He and Dunn both knew the "acting method", which allowed them to communicate normally on relevant issues without being bound by the oath, but at this time both of them tacitly did not mention the matter further, and fell silent at the same time after the question and answer.

Klein thought for a moment and asked:

"Master Cecima has left?"

"Yes, as a senior deacon, he had other things to do." Dunn pondered for a few seconds and said, "Well, he took away the pair of red eyes left by old Neil."

Klein asked in surprise and confusion:

"Why?"

Dunn picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said in silence for a long time:

"We can't deceive ourselves. The out-of-control team members have actually turned into monsters. I told you that after a monster dies, it will leave behind some things that are rich in supernatural powers. If these things are uncontrollable and have various problems, they must be sealed. Well, this is one of the sources of sealed objects. The rule within the Nighthawks is that the items left behind by the out-of-control team members are stored in a different place to avoid irritating his companions."

“It’s an understandable rule.” Klein nodded slightly heavily.

Suddenly, he keenly realized that the captain had just missed a possibility, so he asked in confusion:

"What if the supernatural power left behind after the 'monster' dies is controllable?"

Dunn looked at him, his grey eyes as deep as the quietest night.

He sighed and said:

"You don't want to know the answer."

…Klein was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized a possibility:

Normal monsters will leave behind extraordinary materials, which are used to brew corresponding potions.

What about the monsters that those who lose control become?

If the things they left behind were of a controllable type, would they also be considered extraordinary materials...

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly felt a strong surge of nausea. He couldn't help but tilt his head to the side and dry heave a few times, causing his vision to become blurred.

This is really a chilling guess... but it is very likely to be close to the truth and the answer! In an instant, he had a deeper understanding of the words "In order to resist the abyss, the guardians must endure the corrosion of the abyss, and they are also a group of pitiful creatures who are always fighting against danger and madness."

Could this be one of the reasons why the church concealed the "Acting Method"? A certain degree of recycling? But this would make the top leaders themselves betray the church... Klein's changing expression was clearly reflected in his mind.

Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled, with a gleam in his gray eyes:

"You can think of it in a positive way. Our companions are accompanying us in a different way."

“They are always with us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dunn lowered his head, picked up the coffee and put it to his mouth.

After another dozen seconds of silence, he leaned back slightly, raised his head and said:

"And you can rest assured that as long as we can still collect extraordinary materials from normal sources, we will not do what you want."

"Okay, according to the rules, you can get a day off after being promoted. It's up to you whether you want to practice fighting in the afternoon, but you must find someone to inform Gawain."

Klein nodded slightly, took a deep breath, straightened his back and said:

"Captain, I have finished my occult studies course. I would like to spend the next morning learning techniques in tracking, surveillance, and so on."

He paused and added seriously:

"I want to fulfill my duties as a Nightwatchman as soon as possible."

Dunn looked at him deeply and said with emotion:

"You're tougher than I thought. So do as you wish."

"Yes, Captain!" Klein stood up suddenly and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

…………

After leaving Blackthorn Security Company, Klein did not go home to rest directly. Instead, he took this opportunity to take a trackless public carriage to Instructor Azik's home.

Ding dong, ding dong.

Amid the sound of crisp bells, Azik, wearing a white shirt and black vest, opened the door.

There was a golden watch chain hanging diagonally from the button of his vest, connected to a pocket watch.

"Don't you have to work?" Azik glanced at the sky and found that the sun had not yet reached its peak.

"Due to some special circumstances, I was arranged to take a rest." Klein explained briefly.

Azik glanced at him, nodded as if he understood something, and made way.

Entering the hallway, Klein put down his cane, took off his hat, and followed Azik all the way to his living room.

The living room was furnished with a fireplace, rocking chair, sofa, and coffee table. Klein sat down in his usual seat with familiarity.

Azik on the opposite side smiled and pointed at the cigar on the coffee table and said:

"Want one?"

“No.” Klein shook his head firmly.

Azik didn't try to persuade him anymore. He just lit a cigarette and warmed up a cigar. He asked casually:

"Have you dealt with the matter in Morse Town?"

“I have to thank you for this.” Klein said sincerely.

At the same time, he silently complained in his heart:

Mr. Azik, before you lost your memory, you must have left yourself a considerable fortune. Otherwise, how could a teacher who is not even an associate professor enjoy cigars so often?

Taking advantage of the other party's concentration on fiddling with his cigar, he took the initiative to say:

"Mr. Azik, I have something I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Azik asked without looking up.

Klein paused for a moment and organized his words:

"One of my colleagues lost control and turned into a monster. I wonder if his soul is also polluted?"

He was not sure whether Mr. Azik understood the meaning of out of control, so he prepared the corresponding explanation and description and waited for the other party to ask questions.

Azik stopped what he was doing, raised his head, looked at Klein, and nodded seriously:

"There is no doubt about it."

"When you encounter a similar situation, you must carefully identify it. If the direct cause of his loss of control is the temptation of evil spirits or demons, then try to avoid spiritualism, as it may bring you fatal danger."

“I understand.” Klein exhaled somewhat disappointedly.

When he was at old Neil's house, he was not emotionally stable enough and forgot about the psychic communication, and Dunn Smith did not remind him, so he completely missed the opportunity.

Now that I think about it, the captain didn’t forget, but deliberately didn’t mention it... Klein was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking about something.

He didn't dwell on it anymore and instead mentioned his previous experience:

"Mr. Azik, I tried to divine the source of the haunted incident in Morse Town and saw an upside-down pyramid mausoleum extending underground. My companion told me that this is the symbol of the god of death, and it is a glory that can only be obtained by his descendants."

Azik had just put down the matches and picked up the cigar cutter when he suddenly froze there and did not move for a long time.

He sat back, leaning against the back of the sofa, his expression unusually solemn.

After a while, he spoke in a low voice:

"It felt familiar to me, but it didn't remind me of anything more."

“What a pity.” Klein sighed sincerely.

He also thought that he could use the revelations gained from that divination to further awaken Mr. Azik's memory.

Azik cut off the cigar cap, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"If it were so easy to recall the past, I think I would have found a way to escape my fate long ago."

"Of course, I have to thank you for your kindness and for always remembering me."

He thought for a moment and said:

"By the way, I will be leaving Tingen soon."

"Why?" Klein asked in astonishment.

Didn’t we agree to work together to find out the mastermind who changed my fate and stole your child’s skull?

Azik held the cigar and explained with a sigh:

"The target may have noticed my attention and pursuit. There has been no movement during this period of time, leaving me with no clues. Therefore, I plan to temporarily leave Tingen and go to Backlund. On the one hand, I will take the opportunity to look for traces left before I lost my memory, and on the other hand, let the target relax his vigilance."

That’s right. Mr. Azik’s last memory loss was near Backlund University... What a pity, you can’t check the red chimney houses for me... Klein nodded solemnly:

"I will keep a close eye on this matter. Once the target takes any action or is exposed, I will notify you immediately."

"Well, Mr. Azik, how can I keep you informed?"

In Klein's opinion, if Azik is a descendant of the God of Death, or has some connection with the God of Death, then his power type should be close to the "Corpse Collector" sequence, and he must be able to create something similar to the "Daly Messenger".

In other words, this can indirectly prove whether Azik is related to the God of Death and whether he is his descendant.

Azik took a puff of his cigar, thought for more than ten seconds, and took off an ornament from his left sleeve.

This is an exquisite, old brass whistle with many strange patterns on it that make it full of mysterious charm.

"This is an item I carried with me when I woke up in Backlund. All you have to do is blow it to summon a messenger that belongs to me alone." Azik explained in detail while holding the copper whistle.

After so many years, this copper whistle is still usable? Is it a magical item? Klein was surprised by this, but also happy that he indirectly proved that Mr. Azik had a certain connection with the God of Death.

After looking at Klein, Azik put the whistle to his lips and began to demonstrate.

He puffed up his cheeks and blew hard.

There was no sound in the room, but Klein instantly felt the chill and coldness.

He tapped his left teeth quickly and saw blurry white bones being thrown out one after another on the floor next to him, forming a strange fountain.

A few seconds later, an illusory monster appeared in the living room.

Its entire body was made of white bones, with dark flames flickering in its eye sockets. It was nearly four meters tall, and was looking down at Klein, who was less than 1.75 meters tall.

Seeing that the other party was almost about to punch through the ceiling, Klein suddenly had a thought:

"Mr. Azik, is your 'messenger' too exaggerated?"

Azik didn't notice his thoughts at all and smiled:

"After giving it the letter, blow the whistle again. This will end the summons, and it will quickly deliver the letter to me in a secret way."

After saying this, Azik flicked his wrist and threw the old copper whistle to the other side.

Klein stretched out his right hand and grasped it accurately, feeling the touch was cold but soft.

Thanks to the "Joker" potion... He breathed a sigh of relief silently, wiped the whistle clean, and blew it hard.

Silently, the huge messenger disintegrated into blurry white bones and burrowed into the floor.

…………

The Tussock River runs through Backlund, leaving behind numerous docks.

Alger Wilson, wearing the priest robe of the Church of the Storm, slowly walked down the passenger ship.

He saw people coming and going on the dock, countless porters sweating, the scene was lively and noisy.

"Long time no see, Backlund." Alger muttered to himself silently.