Klein obviously couldn’t just bring up the Telepathist formula right at the start. However, he didn’t hide his intention either. After all, the man opposite him was a Spectator. He wouldn’t be conned so easily.
“Has Hood Eugen behaved unusually recently?” he first asked Daxter Guderian about the patient in the asylum who was a member of the Psychology Alchemists.
Daxter examined Klein’s eyes, expression, and gestures. He thought and said, “No, he’s acting normal. Frankly speaking, I think if he really wanted to leave the asylum, he could immediately behave in a very healthy and very normal manner. But he hasn’t done so, and he continues to stay in the asylum. He appears to be treating every patient. Yes, patients who exhibit chaotic, violent, or abnormal thoughts appear to be getting better. Maybe Hood Eugen is trying to train his Beyonder powers with this method.”
Because that would make Daxter Guderian feel that he knew and understood a lot, making him appear unfathomable.
Klein’s thoughts made the connection and was suddenly shocked.
Daxter looked at him, waited for a few minutes, and asked curiously, “Officer, is there some sort of problem with Hood Eugen’s actions?”
“Not right now. It just made me think of other matters,” Klein replied, smiling. He cast his suspicions aside.
He asked instead, “Has there been any actions taken by the Psychology Alchemists recently?”
“No, besides a small gathering in Awwa to exchange items and experience,” Daxter answered honestly.
Klein nodded slightly and said, “How about your own situation?”
Daxter controlled his expression as he replied, “Not too good myself. I still hear some ravings and have some illusions. If I wasn’t a doctor specializing in mental health, I might even think that I have some sort of disorder.”
As he spoke, his face grew solemn. “I followed Hood Eugen’s and your instructions to ignore those illusions and ravings. That made me feel much better, but they still affect my sleep, and I have become more grumpy and short-tempered. I’m not like myself, as though another new me is growing from within, or maybe it could be described as a new character. I’m very worried and terrified that I might suddenly lose control one day.”
“Besides, I’m willing to share with you my personal experience. You must know the man standing before you only used a month to shake off the shackles of illusions and ravings, and they haven’t resurfaced. You should know from Hood Eugen and your other cadres that doing so is very difficult.”
For Sequence 8 Telepathist, Klein bragged a little.
“Officer, there’s a bit of a lie in what you said, but it’s mostly the truth,” Daxter suddenly said calmly. “What do you want from me?”
Of course, he knew that Daxter would definitely assume that the Nighthawks Squad wanted something.
“If your method is really effective, and the items or information you want is within my reach…” Daxter weighed his words as he spoke.
“I will give you the perks in advance,” Klein said straightforwardly. “We want the Telepathist formula.”
He wouldn’t hide the potion formula but inform the Captain as well. He would tell the Captain that Daxter used it in exchange for his personal experience on bringing the potion under control.
During the procedure, Klein would definitely verify the formula and “accidentally” memorize it in his head.
Besides, he would use the fact that he used his personal experience in exchange for the formula to earn merit with the Nighthawks.
By then, with his previous merits, he might not even need to put in extra effort to apply for the Clown formula and main ingredients.
Daxter looked into his eyes and kept quiet for a while before he said, “You’re very frank… I’ll try my best to get the formula, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take me. If it gets too dangerous, I hope that I can replace it with something else.”
Daxter listened attentively. Then, he replied, “That’s a brand new way to look at things. Heh, I’m willing to use the word ‘theory’ to describe what you just said. This is just like a theory of a play and opera… I’ll try, and I hope it’ll help.
“If—if it really works, I’ll do my best to get you the Telepathist formula!”
“May the Goddess protect you.” Klein drew a crimson moon on his chest.
Klein didn’t request the potion formula of Psychiatrist as well, because he knew that it was a task that Daxter couldn’t complete with his current position. He might end up exposing him if he wasn’t careful.
Thus, he planned to take it one step at a time by helping Daxter achieve a higher position in the Psychology Alchemists slowly.
Then, the long-term benefits would be abundant.
Klein looked outside through the peephole in the door, then he left quickly and turned to the small shooting range that was designated for the Nighthawks.
He had overlooked it because he had obtained two crucial factors in reverse order. It made him fail to make a further consideration.
The first matter was that the Antigonus family was destroyed by the Church of the Evernight Goddess.
The second matter was that the Antigonus family had the Seer Sequence in its grasp, or at least, most of it.
As there was a very long period of time between when Klein learned the two facts, he almost didn’t piece them together. Hence, he overlooked something that should have been pretty obvious.
