Klein glanced at the solemn and serious Dunn Smith, then suddenly broke into a smile:
"Captain, I figured something out yesterday."
"What is it?" Dunn repeated his earlier question, leaning back slightly in his chair and loosening his clasped hands.
Klein recalled the speech he had rehearsed beforehand:
"I was summarizing my previous experiences, and I believe the name of the potion itself contains an entire set of rules — rules that help us master the potion and avoid its negative effects. And when we follow these rules to handle matters, we seem to become the corresponding professional."
"Similarly, these rules are implicit. No one tells you directly. You can only gradually summarize them from the corresponding profession, and then make corrections based on different feedback effects."
"So, when I became a true Diviner at the Divination Club and established my own 'Diviner's Code,' the murmurings and visions that had been troubling me disappeared."
"That's what I figured out."
After finishing this speech, Klein quietly exhaled. Apart from not explicitly naming the "Acting method," he had said everything he needed to say.
Sigh, I just hope the captain doesn't mention to the Church's inquisitors that I already have such a clear understanding. That would draw even more attention to me... Plus, with the 'Diviner' Pathway and the Antigonus family factor, by then there could be considerable trouble... But then again, the captain is someone who has weathered many storms, with rich experience and considerable wisdom. Once he grasps the Acting method, he'll definitely realize the Church's concealment on this matter and know what he should and shouldn't say... Klein's thoughts churned in his mind, slightly chaotic.
However, he quickly made up his mind and formed a plan:
If the captain still hasn't grasped the Acting method after all this, or hasn't detected the Church's concealment, then I'll directly clue him in before submitting the special application!
Mm, I'll do some probing first to get a sense of what he's thinking...
Dunn listened quietly to Klein's description, his gray eyes growing more profound.
He remained silent for over a dozen seconds, reached up to rub his temple, then picked up his pipe and took a long drag.
After inhaling, he seemed to forget the Nighthawks' regulations and casually pulled out a matchbox.
Pale bluish-white smoke curled upward as Dunn half-closed his eyes, apparently savoring the tobacco.
After another stretch of time, he opened his eyes and smiled at Klein:
"Sorry, I forgot you don't smoke."
"Smoking is harmful to health," Klein replied earnestly.
Dunn held his pipe, thought for a moment, and said:
"I think I've also come to understand some things."
No, Captain, you haven't understood anything! Just don't come wandering into my dreams all the time! Klein didn't ask any follow-up questions, merely putting on a mild smile.
"Perhaps you won't need much longer before you come to submit the special application..." Dunn took a deep breath of the mint-infused tobacco scent, speaking in a half-joking, half-sighing tone.
"Tomorrow will do?" Klein thought to himself, then took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and said:
"Captain, I need to go find Old Neil. Today's mysticism course is about to start."
"Alright." Dunn held his pipe, watching Klein leave all the way out.
Closing the captain's office door, Klein headed down the stairs leading underground with a good mood. As he passed the administrative office, he saw a man and a woman, two strangers, inside.
New administrative staff... Klein nodded thoughtfully and added in his mind:
"In another two days, this week, I'll submit the special application to the captain!"
Then, through a series of examinations, become Sequence 8's "Clown"!
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In the quiet and dim underground passage, Klein turned towards the armory and pushed open the half-open door of the guardroom.
"What happened to you?" He was startled as soon as he saw Old Neil.
Old Neil looked dejected, his face pale, and kept yawning as he said:
"I've been a bit constipated recently. Last night I tried a ritual magic spell to address this issue. The result, the result is that I didn't sleep well all night, kept running to the washroom, and in the end, I almost fell asleep on the toilet."
Hmm, the constipation problem is resolved... Seeing it wasn't a serious issue, Klein suddenly wanted to laugh.
But he restrained himself and instead asked:
"Are you feeling better now?"
At the same time, he concernedly tapped his left teeth twice, using "Spirit Vision" to observe Old Neil's health aura.
The yellow of the digestive system, the orange of the excretion and detoxification areas, a bit dim and mottled, but okay, within a reasonable range... Klein secretly sighed in relief.
"It's fine now. I got some anti-diarrheal medicine from Fry." Old Neil yawned like a smoker, "Today's mysticism course, you can self-study. After all, there are only two or three days of content left."
"Alright." Klein politely said, "Or I can guard the armory here and self-study the mysticism course, while you go to the rest room to catch up on sleep?"
Old Neil instantly straightened his back, eyes bright, and replied: