The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 13: Night Eagle

Plash!

Klein could not help but take a step back. For a moment he was not sure if he was awake or still in his dreams.

The silhouette took off his black hat and bowed slightly as he said with a smile, "Reintroducing myself, Nighthawk, Dunn Smith."

Night hawk? One of the codenames of the Beyonder Church of the Goddess of the Overnight team is 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man' mentioned earlier? Klein suddenly realized something, and exclaimed after making a connection, "You can control dreams? You just made me dream that?"

Nighthawk Dunn Smith wore his black hat again, hiding his rather tall hairline. With his old gray eyes he said, "No, I just entered your dream and made the necessary guidance."

His voice was deep and soothing; it echoed through the dimly lit corridor without disturbing the other person's beautiful dream, "In a dream, in a dream, although many of your normally repressed emotions and various dark thoughts within you are amplified — makes everything seem chaotic, absurd, and crazy — are all rooted in reality since reality exists. For a veteran like me, everything is very clear. Compared to you who are aware, I trust you more in your dreams."

This...What normal human can control his dreams? If I dreamed of something on Earth, would Dunn Smith not have realized it? Klein was terrified by what had happened in his dream.

But he quickly found it strange. He remembered very consciously and rationally—knows what to say and what not to say.

Simply put, it doesn't feel like dreaming at all!

So, Dunn Smith just "looked" what did I want her to see?

Klein's mind revolved as he gained a glimmer of understanding.

This is the profit that results from transmigration? Like having a special body and soul? Or was it the effect of that luck-enhancing ritual?

"So, Mr Smith, do you believe that I've really lost my memory?" Klein organized his thoughts and asked in response.

Dunn Smith did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at her sharply.

"You're not actually surprised by the show?"

"i've met people who wouldn't believe in the power of Beyonders, and they'd rather believe that they haven't really woken up yet."

Klein briefly admitted as he said, "Perhaps, I always pray, hoping for such strength to help me."

"An interesting thought.Maybe you survived not just because you were lucky." Dunn nodded expressionlessly. "Now I can confirm that you actually lost some of your memory due to the incident, especially the one related to it."

"So can I go back now?" Klein let out a long sigh of relief in his heart as he investigated.

Dunn placed a hand in her pocket and walked slowly towards Klein, the darkness around her being calm and gentle.

"No, you still have to come with me to meet the experts," he smiled politely and said.

"Why?" Klein exclaimed, then added, "You don't believe in the findings of my dreams?"

you must be kidding, if that "expert" specializes in hypnosis or mind reading and so on, wouldn't my biggest secret be revealed?

The consequences will be beyond imagination!

"i'm usually quite humble, but I'm still confident for things related to dreams." Dunn calmly replied, "However, for important matters, it never hurts to confirm it again. Plus, our specialties are located in different areas. Maybe, he can help you recover some of your memories."

Not waiting for Klein to answer, his voice turned even deeper. "You are also connected to the existence of the Antigonus family notebook."

"What?" Klein froze.

Dunn stopped in front of him, locked her gray eyes on Klein's eyes and said, "At the scene of the suicide, there is not a single trace of the notebook from the Fourth Age. Welch is dead, Naya is dead; you belong to us just leading."

"…All right then." Klein was silent for a while before exhaling.

The lost notebook now this is really weird!

How could I not think of the existence of that notebook from the Fourth Age!

Dunn slightly nodded, walked past Klein and said, "Key your door and come with me to Welch's apartment, the experts are already waiting for us there."

Klein took a deep breath in silence. His heart was pounding as he felt uneasy.

He wanted to refuse and even had the intention to run away. However, he believed that with what was happening in his dream, Dunn Smith would definitely increase his level of vigilance. And with the difference in strength between a normal human and a Beyonder, there was little chance of succeeding by using force.

He must have brought a revolver too…

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and eventually Klein chose to accept reality.

"Good."

Sigh, I can only take one step at a time and see how things unfold; perhaps, the magic power in my dream will prevail again…

Klein turned around and followed. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and said, "Master Smith, I .. I want to use the bathroom first."

I came out initially for the bathroom. . .

Dunn didn't stop him. Instead, he looked at her sharply and said, "No problem, Klein. Believe me, I'm much stronger than you can imagine on a dark night."

In the dark night .. Klein silently repeated this sentence.

He did not make any reckless attempts to escape and honestly freed himself. He then washed his face with cold water, completely calming himself.

Klein changed his clothes and closed the door of his apartment. With gentle steps, Klein followed Dunn down the stairs and walked towards the entrance of the building.

In such a calm atmosphere, Dunn Smith opened his mouth and suddenly spoke, "At the end of the dream, why are you trying to escape? What are you afraid of?"

Klein immediately thought of an answer as he said, "i don't remember what I did at Welch's place, nor do I remember if I was directly involved in Welch and Naya's death. I was afraid that if it really proved to be my deed, I would rather gamble and escape.I can then start again in the Southern Continent."

"I would have done the same if I were you" Dunn said as she pushed open the building's doors, allowing the cool midnight breeze to scatter the scorching heat inside.

He was not afraid of Klein running away as he boarded the carriage. It was exactly what Klein— dreamed of a four-wheeled train pulled by a horse and its driver. There was also a police emblem in the form of a double-legged sword that formed a crown engraved on the side of the carriage.

Klein followed into the car. Inside, there was a thick carpet laid out and the place was filled with a soothing aroma.

After sitting down, he searched for a topic to investigate further.

"Mr Smith, what if—and I mean if—'ahli' confirms that I have completely forgotten some of my memories? And that there is no other evidence to suggest that I was the perpetrator or the victim, will this happen? more?"

"In theory, yes. We'll try to find the notebook another way. As long as it exists, it can be found. Of course, before that, we have to make sure you are not cursed or have any scent.cacodemons and that no associated psychological problems remain. We have to make sure that you can live the rest of your life in peace and health." Dunn Smith had a smile on her face, a rather unusual smile.

Klein grasped this point sharply, and immediately asked, "In theory?"

"Yes, just in theory. In this line of work, there are always crooked, unorthodox, and inexplicable things happening." Dunn looked Klein in the eye and said, "Their continuation or end is not what we can predict or control at any time."

"For example?" Klein actually felt frightened for a moment.

The train drove through an almost empty road. Dunn took out her bullet pipe and sniffed it, saying, "When we believe that things have ended, with everything returning to normal, it will reappear in a frightening and horrible way."

"A few years ago, we were handling a case about an evil sect. They make a living sacrifice to please the evil god by making his followers commit suicide. When one follower is chosen, his survival instinct prevails over his folly, false beliefs, and psychedelic drugs. He secretly ran away and reported to the police.

"The case was handed over to us. It was a very small mission, because there were no Beyonders in that cult. The god they worshiped was actually randomly thought up by their leader just for the sake of money and satisfaction. Humanity is lost there .

"We only used two members, coupled with support from the police, to suppress this cult. No one escapes. To that whistleblower, we also confirmed that he did not have a demonic scent left on him. He is not cursed and has no mental disorder, no personality problems or other abnormalities, nothing.

"Then, he got decent progress in his career, married a very good wife, had a son and a daughter. His past seemed far away from him. The horror and bloodshed seemed to have completely vanished."

At this point, Dunn Smith laughed and said, "But in March of this year, despite being in good financial health and having a loving wife and sweet children … he strangled himself to death in his own office."

The red moonlight outside the car window shone on Dunn Smith.

At that moment, his self-deprecating smile made Klein feel unspeakable horror.

"Changling himself to death ..." Klein breathed out from the cold without a sound, as if seeing his own tragic end.

Even if I get away with it once, it might be only temporary?

Is there a way to solve this completely?

Being a Beyonder to fight him?

The train returned to silence. Countless thoughts appeared in Klein's mind.

Under the awkward silence, the carriage walked for a long time at high speed.

Just when Klein decided to consult Dunn Smith for any solution, the train stopped.

"Mrs. Smith, we're at Welch's apartment." The driver's voice sounded.

"Let's get down." Dunn straightened her black suit that reached her knees.

"Oh, let me introduce earlier, the official disguise of 'expert' is the most famous spirit medium in Awwa County."

Klein suppressed his other thoughts and asked curiously, "Then what is his true identity?"

Dunn half-turned her body and looked back, with her abstruse gray eyes she said, "True Spirit Media."