LOM: Lord of Mysticism

Klein thought of how he could interact with this doctor. However, he didn't want to risk the Nighthawks discovering that he was problematic.

Furthermore, anyone who hadn't undergone special training wouldn't be able to hide their motives and thoughts from such a person.

Henry described Daxter Guderian and then said, "We are still working on the request involving the red chimney. There are many buildings in Tingen that have similar characteristics. It would be easier if you could provide us with more clues."

"I wouldn't have to make the request if I had more clues." Klein said and left after Henry finished his report.

...

At twenty minutes to nine on a Saturday morning, in an office of the Greenhill Mental Asylum. Daxter Guderian, who was wearing gold-rimmed spectacles, removed his jacket and hat and hung them on the clothes rack when he heard knocking on the door.

"Please come in," Daxter said.

The half-closed door opened, and a young man entered.

Daxter asked, "Good morning, you are?"

Klein closed the door before bowing. "Good morning, Doctor Daxter, please forgive me for taking the liberty to visit without any warning. I am Probationary Inspector Klein Moretti of the Awwa Police Department. These are my identification documents and badge."

"Inspector?" Daxter received Klein's items. "Special Operations Department..." He looked up as if he was scrutinizing something but saw no ill intent.

Daxter returned the items and pointed to the chair on the other side of the table. "Please have a seat, Officer. How might I assist you?"

Klein sat down and placed his cane to the side. "Please allow me to reintroduce myself. I am also a member of Tingen City's Nighthawks Squad, specializing in dealing with incidents involving the supernatural. Good morning, Mr. Spectator."

Daxter's pupils constrict. He looked like he was about to escape. "Officer, I don't understand what you mean. Perhaps I should call security."

Klein slowly took out his revolver. "Mr. Daxter, I know that you can see that I do not have any ill intent. Heh heh, honestly speaking, I wasn't too sure myself, but your reaction gave me the answer I needed."

Daxter asked, "I find it hard to understand why you came looking for me... I don't think that I revealed anything..."

Klein replied, "It was just a coincidence, or perhaps fate wanted us to meet. We ran into each other once in the underground market at Evil Dragon Bar, but you didn't notice me back then. You were smart to purchase the supplementary ingredients for the potion first, but since I am familiar with that formula, you caught my attention."

Daxter exhaled. "I see... I thought I was careful enough."

He looked at Klein and said, "Officer, I know that you're not here to arrest me. What is your reason for being here?"

Klein said, "I am different from the other Nighthawks. I don't believe that Beyonders not within our ranks are criminals in the making. This is not fair to those who adhere to the law."

Daxter changed his posture and said, "The world would be at peace if the other Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind acted like you."

"You know of other members from the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind?" Klein feigned surprise. "This is not something a person who became a Beyonder by mistake should know. There must be an organization you are part of. Is it the Psychology Alchemists?"

Daxter's expression changed again. "I could see that you were anticipating my answer, yet I still missed the bait and fell into your linguistic trap..." Daxter said in frustration.

The Spectator state wasn't as perfect as he thought. He could tell why the other party was here, but it didn't mean he understood the specifics.

Klein stroked the cylinder of his revolver and said, "Doctor, we need to have an honest conversation. That can start with me.

I believe that Beyonders not under management aren't necessarily criminals, but I agree that every Beyonder must be registered and monitored. This is a precaution against the risk of Beyonders losing control and to avoid the occurrence of something even more dangerous.

I won't disrupt your normal life, but I hope that there can be limited cooperation between us."

"Limited cooperation?" Daxter asked.

"Yes, limited. For example, you'll tell me about your condition regularly. You should know that it is possible to save someone who has yet to completely lose control. The Nighthawks have considerable experience in this regard. Or, if you could give me clues about a Beyonder you know, or a Beyonder in your organization who is about to do something that can endanger the innocent. If you would like, you could exchange something for items that are useful to you. This is a perk I am giving you. You should know what perks mean.

Also, you need not worry about being prosecuted by members of the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or Machinery Hivemind one day. You can continue living your stable life and will give you something you can use to prove your identity when you have no other options."

Daxter listened silently. "You want me to betray my organization?"

"No, not betray," Klein said. "This is the protection of justice and morals to stop something evil, merciless, and bloody. Other than that, I wouldn't ask you to betray the secrets of the organization you are in."

Daxter fell silent for a moment before extending his right hand. "Here's to a successful cooperation."

Klein shook his hand. "To a successful cooperation."

He paused for a moment. "Doctor, can you now tell me if you are a member of the Psychology Alchemists?"

"Yes." Daxter nodded.

Klein, who had yet to deactivate his Spirit Vision since he entered, didn't see any changes in the colors of his emotions and asked discreetly, "How did you join the Psychology Alchemists?"

Daxter explained, "I discovered that there was a patient of this asylum who could see right through me when I was tending to him. His name is Hood Eugen."

Klein committed the name to memory and chatted with Daxter a little longer, deciding on a secret way to communicate and meet up. He didn't exchange any more secret information and left Daxter's office.

...

36 Zouteland Street. Inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Seated behind his desk, Dunn asked, "What happened?"

Klein, who was late by about half an hour, said, "Captain, I discovered a Beyonder and confirmed that he is a member of the Psychology Alchemists. He's an orthodox doctor and is willing to cooperate with us. I think it's best to maintain the status quo, which will help us keep abreast of the latest situation of the Psychological Alchemy Association."

Klein added, "I want to develop him into an informant of the Nighthawks or a hidden external member."

Dunn nodded. "You handled the situation well, but if something like this happens in the future, you'd better inform me first. Submit to me the doctor's information and a written account of the way you handled the situation, and I will give him something he can use to prove his identity.

Also, don't mention this to Leonard and the rest. Even though they are trustworthy teammates, the protocol requires us to keep this close. You will be in charge of contacting that doctor in the future."

Klein replied, "Alright."