Klein turned toward the captain's office and saw that the door was wide open.
His gray eyes swept over, Dunn changed his posture and said:
"Your state is very good, not at all like someone who just consumed a potion."
"This is probably the benefit of advancing after complete digestion." Klein closed the door casually, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Both he and Dunn knew the "Acting Method" and could normally discuss related matters without being constrained by the oath, but at this moment they tacitly avoided delving deeper. After the question and answer, they both fell into silence.
Klein thought for a moment and then asked:
"Has Mr. Cecima left?"
"Yes, as a senior steward, he has other matters." Dunn hesitated for a few seconds. "Hmm, he took the pair of red eyes left behind by
Klein asked in surprise and confusion: "Why?"
Dunn picked up his coffee, took a sip, and remained silent for a long time before saying: "We can't deceive ourselves. A team member who lost control has actually become a monster. And I told you, after a monster dies, it leaves behind items that concentrate extraordinary power. If these items are uncontrollable and have various problems, they must be sealed. This is one of the sources of sealed artifacts. The internal rules of the Nighthawks state that items left by a member who lost control should be stored in a different place to avoid upsetting his comrades."
"It's an understandable rule." Klein nodded somewhat heavily.
Suddenly, he keenly noticed that the captain had missed a possibility, so he asked in confusion: "What if the items that concentrate extraordinary power left after the monster's death are controllable?"
Dunn looked at him, his gray eyes deep as the quietest night.
He sighed and said: "You wouldn't want to know the answer."
...Klein was stunned, and suddenly realized a possibility:
Normal monsters leave extraordinary materials, which are used to brew corresponding potions.
What about the monsters that those out of control turned into?
If the items they left behind are of the controllable type, would they also be used as extraordinary materials...
Thinking this, Klein suddenly felt intense nausea, couldn't help turning his head to dry heave a few times, and even his vision blurred.
This is really a chilling guess... but it is very likely close to the truth! In an instant, he gained a deeper understanding of the phrases "to resist the abyss, one must endure its corrosion" and "they are guardians, but also poor wretches constantly fighting against danger and madness."
Is this one of the reasons the Church hides the "Acting Method"? A certain degree of recycling? But this would cause even the high-ranking themselves to deviate from the Church... Klein's changing expression was clearly reflected in his mind.
Seeing his reaction, Dunn suddenly smiled, and his gray eyes sparkled a bit: "You can think of it from a good side: our comrades stay with us in another way."
"They are always with us."
After saying this, Dunn lowered his head, picked up his coffee, and brought it to his lips.
Another dozen seconds of silence. He leaned back slightly and raised his head: "And you can rest assured, as long as we can collect extraordinary materials from normal sources, we won't do the thing you're thinking about."
"Alright, according to the rules, you, who just advanced, can have a day off. Whether you want to practice combat in the afternoon is up to you, but you must find someone to inform
Klein nodded lightly, took a deep breath, straightened his back and said: "Captain, I've finished the occult course. I want to use the remaining morning time to learn skills like tracking and surveillance."
He paused, then added seriously: "I want to fulfill my responsibilities as a Nighthawk as soon as possible."
Dunn gave him a deep look and said with emotion: "You are more resilient than I imagined. Go ahead and do as you think."
"Yes, Captain!" Klein abruptly stood up and traced a crimson moon on his chest.
...............
After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein did not go home to rest directly. Instead, he took the opportunity to board a horse-drawn tram and head to the home of Mr. Azik.
Ding, ding, ding.
In the clear sound of the bell, Azik, wearing a white shirt and black vest, opened the door.
There was a golden watch chain diagonally attached to the button of his vest, connected to a pocket watch.
"You don't have to work?" Azik glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had not yet reached its peak.
"Due to some special circumstances, I was arranged to take a rest day." Klein briefly explained.
Azik looked at him, seeming to understand something, nodded, and let him in.
Entering the foyer, Klein put away his cane, removed his hat, and followed Azik to his living room.
In the living room, there were a fireplace, a rocking chair, a sofa, and a tea table. Klein habitually sat in his usual seat.
Across from him, Azik smiled and pointed at the cigars on the tea table: "Want one?"
"No." Klein firmly shook his head.
Azik didn't press further. He struck a match, took a cigar, and began to warm it up, casually asking: "Has the matter in Morse Town been handled?"
"I have to thank you for that," Klein said sincerely.
At the same time, he silently commented:
"Mr. Azik, before you lost your memory, you must have left yourself a considerable fortune. Otherwise, how could a teacher who isn't even an associate professor afford to enjoy cigars so often?"