"I also tried to find out the idea of ??quickly mastering potions from the motto of the voyeur at the very beginning. Unfortunately, I couldn't go on the right path. Although Daly's success gave me inspiration, but at that time I didn't know I'm over 50 years old, and I've given up working hard, subconsciously thinking that it's something special that normal people can't imitate." Old Neil rubbed his forehead, and described his loss in a low voice.

He was silent for a few minutes, raised his head, looked at Klein and said, "It's really a pity, I only realized what I missed at this age."

Old Neil's understanding of the "acting method" should be a little fuzzy, but after being clicked by the experience I shared, he immediately figured out something... Klein said in relief: "Actually, there won't be much difference. The Church does not have a Sequence 8 corresponding to 'Secret Peer'."

"Maybe the church has... No, if they have, at least they will tell the branch the name... The underground trading market is not impossible..." Old Neil muttered a few words, supported the table with his hands, shook his head and stood up, She smiled and said, "At least I didn't lose control and lived healthy for decades... Praise the goddess."

He drew a crimson moon on his chest, and left the guard room with a gloomy expression, losing his usual cunning.

Klein watched his back disappear from sight, and suddenly heaved a long sigh.

He couldn't understand more and more why the church's high-level officials blocked the "acting method".

After a long time, Klein came back to his senses and turned his attention to the internal data of the Nighthawks in front of him.

Ever since he brought the youth from the City of Silver into the Tarot Club, he knew that many things still had ancient names there, so he consciously strengthened his studies in similar areas, trying to master the comparison between ancient and modern names.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard footsteps again, gentle and steady footsteps.

Almost at the same time, the image of Dunn Smith wearing a black knee-length windbreaker appeared in his mind.

After thoroughly digesting the "Seer" potion, my inspiration also improved... Klein nodded thoughtfully, and saw the captain a few seconds later.

"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand, flicked his wrist, and pointed the letter in his palm to Klein.

Klein raised his hand gracefully and tried to catch it, but his judgment and reaction were a bit short.

Snapped!

The letter fell to the ground, and Klein's right hand stood awkwardly in the wind.

In the suddenly quiet atmosphere, his right hand froze first, then continued to lift up, and smoothed his hair.

"The light from the gas lamp is still not bright enough." Klein said casually, bent down to pick up the letter, and glanced at the envelope.

Mr. Hornakis...Duster Guderian's letter...He nodded suddenly, opened the drawer, and took out a letter cutter.

��According to the rules of the Nighthawks team, if there is a clear and correct recipient, Luo Shan and other civil servants will directly deliver the letter to the corresponding person, and if the person is anonymous or cannot be found, the letter will be sent to Dunn's there, it's up to him to ask or decide.

Carefully cutting open the envelope, Klein pulled out the paper inside, quickly unfolded it, and browsed through it.

He found that the madhouse doctor Dust was asking to meet as soon as possible, that is, at two o'clock this afternoon.

He got the "Mind Reader" formula? Or something else? Klein lifted the letter paper in his hand, looked up at Dunn and said, "Captain, my informant, that is, the one from the Psychological Alchemists, I hope to meet at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Have you revealed what it is?" Dunn asked as expected.

"No." Klein shook his head.

Dunn thought for a while, and said in a mellow voice: "Let Leonard help you guard the Chanis gate for a while, and I will follow you and hide nearby. This kind of urgent meeting request may be a trap, I see I have heard too many similar things, and if there is an important situation, it can be acted as quickly as possible."

...Captain, you are really experienced...Well, when you encounter serious matters, you are a reliable, trustworthy, and unforgettable captain... Klein nodded immediately: "Okay!"

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zouterand Street Shooting Club, in the small shooting range No. 9.

Klein glanced at the bullet-ridden target, then looked at the slightly disturbed lunatic asylum doctor Dust Guderian and asked, "What happened that made you panic to find the mercenary team at the Hound Tavern?" JrNovels.com