Wait for cake? That's really an answer I didn't expect... No, if I could guess the answer of a mental patient, that would mean I'm not much better... Thoughts flashing through his mind, Klein kept a relaxed smile and asked as if chatting with a friend: "Who wants to give you cake?"
"You stole my cake!"
His voice suddenly rose, and he glared at Klein with wide eyes.
Before Klein could figure out how to respond, he abruptly "barked", opened his mouth, and revealed two rows of white sharp teeth.
Then, drooling, he jumped off the bed, closed in on Klein in one step, reached out his hands trying to grab the other's shoulders, intending to drag his target closer and bite down hard.
Faced with this sudden attack, Klein, though slightly flustered, reacted in time. He instantly bent his knees, half-crouched, and at the same time turned his waist, sidestepped and raised his left arm.
Puff!
His elbow struck Hood Eugen's abdomen, causing the man's eyes to roll back and more saliva to drip from his mouth.
But Hood Eugen didn't stop; he fell forward and opened his arms, trying to hold on tightly to his target.
Klein leaned his body to the side and rolled away, as adeptly as if he had practiced it hundreds of times.
Pushing off with his right hand, he did a backflip and stood up, planning to turn defense into offense and pounce to subdue his opponent.
At that moment, he saw Hood Eugen standing there stupidly, his eyes losing focus, empty and blank.
...Klein was taken aback, then turned his head to look at the corner of the room. There,
The captain had drawn Hood Eugen into a dream... He understood and stopped his stance, seizing the opportunity to pull out a ritual silver dagger that couldn't harm anyone, using it to create a spiritual wall and seal off this single room.
Then, Klein took out three candles mixed with mint, placed them on the windowsill in an inverted triangle, one symbolizing the Night Goddess, one symbolizing the Mother of Secrets, and one representing himself.
Soon, he arranged a simple altar and lit all the candles with spiritual friction.
Just as he was about to turn back to remind the captain, Dunn had already raised his head and said with a low chuckle: "Hood Eugen's dream is completely chaotic; there's no way to guide him."
As soon as he spoke, Hood Eugen's eyes regained their light, no longer vacant.
Then the mad "psychiatrist" leaned back slightly, stretched his back and yawned comfortably.
...Klein didn't know what to say for a moment, so he said nothing and picked up the small metal bottle of "Amanda" hydrosol.
He dropped the transparent liquid, distilled and extracted from night-scented grass, deep-sleep herb, and chamomile, into the flame of the candle representing himself, instantly releasing a refreshing and tranquil fragrance that spread to every corner of the room.
Hood Eugen's tension, anger, and comfort all disappeared. He lazily sat back on the edge of the bed and stared blankly at the crimson moon outside the window, his eyes again losing focus, peaceful.
Klein also felt the detachment of the late night. He put down the "Amanda" hydrosol and sat down heavily next to Hood Eugen, intending to find something to make the other drop his last guard.
Only then could he use the "Spirit Eye" potion to gradually make Hood Eugen's spirit enter a state of stupor.
After all, I'm just an unprofessional "medium"... He had thought of a plan in advance and took a deck of Tarot cards out of his pocket.
This deck had only the twenty-two major arcana, easier to carry, a "weapon" that Klein had successfully applied for.
Each card was inlaid with pure silver and other metal threads that could harm undead creatures, the patterns intricate and gorgeous, making Klein want to collect them rather than use them against enemies.
Klein cut the cards with one hand, smiling at Hood Eugen: "Let's play cards."
"Play cards?" Hood Eugen withdrew his gaze from the window and repeated the word blankly.
Klein didn't reply, but with unrefusable kindness, he shoved the deck of Tarot cards into his hands.
Hood Eugen imitated his previous moves, awkwardly cutting the cards with one hand, and succeeded.
The lunatic among Beyonders slowly shifted his attention to the cards, which had excellent hardness, elasticity, and outstanding texture, and turned over the top one: A ragged man was tied by his hands and hung upside down, with a faint halo above his head.
The Hanged Man... Klein nodded thoughtfully, took the opportunity to stand up, held the "Spirit Eye" potion, and dripped the amber liquid into the candle flame—again the one representing himself.
An ethereal, fleeting wine aroma spread out, giving people a drunk feeling just from smelling it.
Hood Eugen's expression gradually dissipated, his gaze lost focus, and the Tarot cards slid from his hand onto the bed one by one.
But he still sat steadily, without slumping.
Relying on "meditation", Klein resisted the influence that made his body and soul lighter, floatier, and more confused, took another small metal bottle out of his pocket, twisted off the stopper, and poured the azure liquid into his mouth.
"Calmness Potion"!