After taking a turn. Klein had only taken a glance at the clock hanging by the partition when he noticed Rozanne right after the partition.
She was exchanging words with someone.
He walked over to them and initiated a short chat to their female receptionist, "Rozanne, how do you like our new soon-to-be civilian staff?"
Rozanne saw him by the corner of her eye and exclaimed pleasantly, "Oh Klein!"
She nodded, "Yes yes! Ademinsaul would make a great addition to the roster once after he's been cured! Sigh, I just hoped he won't became an official beyonder in just a month again!"
Klein wearily smiled before jolting up.
He turned, and the man with thin, rugged face, bronze skin and frazzled hair looked over to the receptionist and asked, "Beyonder?"
Klein almost slapped himself. Rozanne! Your mouth! Slow down!
"Uh, she meant police. Official police." he tried to explain. "Beyond and police sounded very similar don't you think so?"
Rozanne tilted her head, "Huh? Oh! Mhm mhm! It's police hahaha. No beyond or any sort!
She smiled wearily. "So Mr. Marvik... uh, here for constipation problems again?"
Marvik? Klein echoed.
"Oh no. My stomach feels better, yes! I came here for a follow-up, not another issue." Marvik said in a hoarse voice.
He wore a worn jacket, its color was slowly draining from what it possibly once was red. Sewn linings are prominent around its joints.
Klein could feel an odd familiarity when inspecting Marvik's complexion. He secretly used his molar to activate Spirit Vision.
Through the lens of the spirit. He saw colors reflecting health and well-being, as well as emotions.
Marvik, seemed to be nervous, which was likely caused by the apprehension of his health. Clearly, Selina had done a major job at suturing his health. Klein can see that his stomach has recovered and none of his Ether body had any issues except for malnourish.
Yeah, he's here for a follow-up... As he was about to express his opinion. Sparing Marvik the trouble. He suddenly saw a mysterious glow from Marvik's pocket.
It's not whole, rather it was residues of something. It made him confused before shortly coming around and say, "Marvik, right?"
Marvik nodded submissively.
This man seemed to have very low self-esteem... Klein commented before adding, "You need not a follow-up. I can tell you've recovered. Selina will likely say similar as well."
"Really?" Marvik doubted. "But you're not her. How would you know?"
"I can just tell. Save your time as it is important for today's toil." Klein was very aware of the life of being impoverish. He can even say it to himself.
Impoverished Mr. Fool could only take of what he have. Even now as he prepares to attend his daily Divination club. He feared raising the cost of his divination as a breach of his principle.
There was no mentions of Acting Method within the confidential records of the Nighthawks. Which is why he didn't dare test it.
"No no, I need to make sure. Yes! I saw Ms. Roy around earlier, I feel rest assured if it's her, Mhm! I want her!" Marvik insisted with ecstatic voice.
Klein felt skeptical. He turned to Rozanne who explained, "He kept coming here and is quiet enthusiastic to be treated by Ms. Roy."
Then she leaned to him and teased in a whisper, "Perhaps he has feelings for her?"
Klein flinched. He seemed slightly agitated as he said, "I'll get going. Rozanne, keep a very close eye on him. Arrest him if something happens."
Rozanne withdrew from him, eyes widened.
No matter how understandable it is considering Selina had greater expertise toward such field compared to him. There's a boundary between a patient and a doctor. That's called professionalism.
Feelings? Seeing her earlier? He sounds like a creep...
Unable to scrape his thought. Klein made a decisive plan. To divine Marvik in the space above the gray fog, since the matter about Ademinsaul will be under the Nighthawk's duty.
After giving Rozanne a stern instruction, he simply left. Bidding farewell to the gleeful but stressed Rozanne.
...
The door from the alchemy room creaked opened.
Among the illumination of the dim lights. Selina, appearing relax and calm while leaning to a wall, a few distance away, snap awake.
Old Neil, clad in a wizardry outfit, wiped his face with a spare handkerchief saw a silver-haired woman walk over.
"Mr. Old Neil. How's Ademinsaul?"
Old Neils withdrew the handkerchief from his face before sighing, "He's stable, however we can only observe his condition for now.
"One of the drastic changes that occurred to him was now his pupils reached a relaxed state. His mind has also allowed him to think much clearer which subsequently made him shut down.
"He seemed to understood my instructions very well but has issues communicating. For example, even though he can speak in bits, his comprehension is impaired that exchanging words with him is difficult.
"Luckily, I managed to guide him through body language."
"He needs to learn Cogitation." Selina quickly emphasized this as it still lingers with her the failed chances the original owner of her body from having a stable transition.
Upon taking off his spectacles and wiping it. Old Neil explained, "He said he could see layered sights of voices and events, leaning toward him like a river made of silver. I told him take a deep breath and calm down.
"After that, those layered sights converged and became more clear to him. I guess that means he found himself and had gain partial sanity."
Old Neil wore his glasses again before continuing, "We can't have him perform anything else for awhile. The only thing we can do is have him socialize within the department, that way he can regain language comprehension.
"He might still spout nonsensical beliefs or perhaps might easily become irritated when coerced. Let him slowly recover, I'll regularly visit him to ensure his stability."
He pressed a fist to his mouth, fixing his throat before coughing violently. "Cough! Cough! Cough!"
"Ah Mr. Old Neil!" Selina came to his aid and massaged his back. "What's wrong? Do you need a medicine?"
"Ehem! Heh heh, I'm fine." Old Neil's face was slightly pale.
"It's just the toll of turning of age. Sigh, my time won't be long, heh I aspire that before that happens, I could at least have an influence on the youth."
That didn't eased Selina one bit. She quickly tugged Old Neil's hand and ordered, "No! Perhaps I can help you recover. Let's go back in the alchemy room and allow me to inspect you."
Old Neil resisted her and placed a hand to her palm. "Selina, It doe not work that way. What I have is called a terminal illness. Have you not recall?
"From the documents given by the Church of Earth Mother. Apothecaries can only do so much as to suppress terminal illnesses. They can't cure it."
"Uhm... but what if I advanced?" Selina argued with concern. "Hopefully, Beast Tamer will gain enhance curing abilities!"
Old Neil chuckled. "You're even more stubborn than Klein when he noticed this. Selina, Beast Tamer, as the name suggests, is fixed solely to taming. Just like Seer and its next Sequence Clown according to Klein. Heh heh, it made no sense."
That's right... taming beasts is unlike curing someone. An Apothecary is reserved for support and is adept at brewing medicines. Taming beasts belongs in the entertainment, like Clown! Selina fell silent.
It took her a few seconds to reevaluate her thoughts. Musing, No, Clown and Seer do have commonalities. Yes, both can be seen in the circus. But for a Beast Tamer and Apothecary? They're too distinct!
"No need to be so worked up. Sometimes, no matter how you obsessed with preserving life, life needs to be let go. There's beauty in that and it's called progression." Old Neil smiled bitterly.
Progression... Selina ruminated the word deeply, along with apprehension.
After a short while, she sorted her thoughts and said, "...Let me inspect you here then."
Saying that, she lifted a hand to reach her glabella. Since she had just digested her potion minutes ago, she had not yet established where she can replace the activation of her Spirit Vision.
She intend on using her left molar for that. But that requires concentration and Old Neil's guidance regarding the procedure.
When she turned it on. She got to see Old Neil's ether body. Then to her horror, the whole aura is deteriorating fast and blood is smeared around it.
Something is wrong! she exclaimed. "W-We need to tell the Captain!"
In time, Old Neil stopped her by calling out. "Selina."
"Yes?" Selina halted midway and turned.
"It's futile. Everyone will experience this some day. You're young, however, is extremely intelligent." Old Neil said softly and slowly.
"I believe you'll understand. Hmm... right, how about giving me that medicine you prescribe whenever a client with coughing issues came to your aid?"
"The Ivy agent?" Selina blurted out, clutching and crossing her hands, arms each other.
Nodding, Old Neil said his wish, "Yes, that. Perhaps that will elevate my throat problems at least."
Selina hesitated with her mind racing. After moments passed, she finally gave in and in reluctance said, "... Alright."
...
In 13 Howes Street.
Just as Klein was thinking about multiple things at once, the beautiful attendant named Angelica came in and walked over to him. She leaned down and softly said, "Mr. Moretti, someone wishes for your divination. Red Agate room."
"Alright." He had checked if it was a suitable day to visit the Divination Club before he came, and he had obtained a definite answer from his divination.
He took his silk top hat, exited the meeting room, and saw his customer that was waiting at the door of the Red Agate Room.
The customer was a maiden around sixteen years old. She was wearing a light blue ruffled dress and holding a gauze hat of the same color. She had brown curly hair, a cute face with baby fat, and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes.
"Elizabeth?" Klein recognized his sister's good friend, Elizabeth, who studied at the Ivos Public School.
He had once helped pick an amulet for her and also resolved Selena's magic mirror divination incident with her assistance.
Similarly, Elizabeth said in pleasant surprise, "Mr. Moretti, it's really you? I was wondering if it was you when I saw the name."
"I am a mysticism enthusiast after all," Klein explained helplessly. Then he added, "Don't tell Melissa. Oh, Selena as well."
The divination result showed that it was suitable for me to visit the Divination Club! Why did I run into Elizabeth? He shook his head as he turned around to open the door to the Red Agate room.
At the same time, he clicked his left molar twice.
They entered the room slowly. After he took the seat of the diviner, he lifted his head to look towards Elizabeth.
With just one glance, his creased his eyebrows.
There was a faint layer of gloomy green in the maiden's energy field!
A symptom of being haunted by spirits and wraiths... Klein made a calm judgment and asked directly, "Have you had nightmares recently, ones with repetitive elements?"
Elizabeth, who had just locked the door and had yet to take a seat, was dumbstruck. It took her a long time to reply, "Yes... That's why I came here to look for you."
Klein leaned back and asked, "What kind of dream did you have? When did it start?"
"It began from the last two days of my vacation to Lamud Town. Oh, our family has an estate there." Elizabeth was considered half a mysticism enthusiast, so she had better memories of such situations. "In my dream, I always run into a knight in full black armor. He carries a huge broadsword and his face is fully covered by a helmet, so all I could see is a pair of glowing red eyes. In the dream, he keeps attempting to get closer to me. Afraid, I run away, but the distance shortens each and every time..."
Klein thought and asked, "Two or three days before you had such a dream, did you get in touch with any antiques, ancient ruins, burial objects, or a mausoleum?"
Elizabeth recalled and answered, "I-I visited a mountain near Lamud Town. There was an abandoned ancient castle."
That's a standard opening of a paranormal novel... Klein lampooned silently as he pressed on, "Did you leave anything behind in the castle? Or did you take anything from the castle?"
Elizabeth creased her beautiful eyebrows and answered moments later in uncertainty, "I got cut by brambles and bled... Does leaving blood behind count?"
Klein nodded with a mask of solemnity and answered in a deep voice, "Yes."