Chapter 89: A Simple Mission

Klein nodded and said, "Alright, but I still don't know what my mission

is."

"Nothing dangerous. I haven't seen any signs of danger at the very

least," Dunn emphasized. "This is a case which was referred to us by

Golden Indus's police department. The famous philanthropist Sir

Deweyville has been experiencing unusual harassment over the past month.

Be it his bodyguards, the security guards he has employed, or the

police, none of them have been able to find the culprit. Inspector

Tolle, who is in charge of this case, suspects that it involves Beyonder

powers and, thus, handed the case over to us."

*I saw Sir Deweyville at the library the other day and noticed that he

was feeling down and lethargic. So it was a result of being

harassed...* Klein knitted his brows and asked, "What kind of

harassment is it?"

*There hasn't been any physical harm inflicted yet; thus, the harassment

wouldn't be considered dangerous.*

"Sir Deweyville hears moans and cries every night, no matter where he

is, be it Tingen or not. This has affected his sleep quality

negatively." Dunn flipped the notes in his hands. "He has seen a

psychiatrist and has asked his butlers and servants to confirm that it

was not an illusion. Having confirmed that it isn't a hallucination,

thus, it is suspected that someone is harassing him."

Closing the file, Dunn looked up at Klein.

"Change into your probationary inspector uniform in the break room, then

meet Inspector Tolle who is in charge of this case at the Shooting Club.

He'll provide you with more details."

"Probationary inspector uniform?" Klein asked instinctively.

Dunn rubbed his forehead and smiled.

"Half of our salary comes from the police department, and the title of

probationary inspector doesn't merely belong in the records. When you

met Leonard and I for the first time, we were also wearing uniforms.

This is a perk held by fully official members. Yes, the 'Perks' as

Emperor Roselle would call it."

*Unfortunately, I can't wear it as a casual outfit. Otherwise, I'd be

able to have another spare outfit when my clothes are being

washed...* Klein picked up his cane and bade farewell before

leaving the captain's office.

He headed toward the break room and saw a black and white checkered

uniform, complete with leather boots, placed on the table. The uniform's

peak cap was embroidered with the logo of the police department---two

crossed swords and a crown. Located on the shoulder was a black and

white epaulet with a shimmering silver star.

"This is a probationary inspector uniform?" Klein glanced at the uniform

and noticed a string of numbers under the silver stars: 06-254.

He had some understanding of the police rank structure in the Loen

Kingdom. He knew that those at the top were the minister and the chief

secretary of the police force. Under them were the respective

commissioners, deputy commissioners, assistant commissioners of the

various police departments. Those in the middle were superintendents and

inspectors, while those at the very bottom were the sergeants and

constables.

After closing the door, Klein took off his suit and hat before changing

into the uniform.

He hung his suit up and left the room. He made his way into the clerk's

office and looked at himself using the full-body mirror that Rozanne

brought to him.

The young man in the mirror had black hair with gentle brown eyes. The

uniform on his body accentuated him with a heroic spirit.

"Not bad." Klein praised himself narcissistically. He left his cane in

the office and left the Blackthorn Security Company.

Inside his pockets were a full set of equipment, ranging from weapons to

his police badge.

At the hall of the Shooting Club.

Klein met Inspector Tolle immediately since he was the only one in a

police uniform.

Of course, there's me too... Klein thought.

There were two silver stars on the epaulets of Inspector Tolle's

uniform. His clothes were propped up by his stomach and he had a thick

blond mustache. His frame was tall but not imposing. Perhaps, it was

imposing in the past.

"Moretti? Klein Moretti?" Inspector Tolle noticed Klein and welcomed him

with a smile.

"Hello, Inspector Tolle, I believe that you have the right person,"

Klein replied amicably, then following his memories, he raised his right

arm, kept his fingers straight and tight before saluting.

Tolle chuckled.

"I can tell that you'll be a young man who's easy to get along with.

That's good. Shall we head to Sir Deweyville's place now?"

Even though he was a higher rank than Klein, the tone in his query was

obviously friendly.

"No problem." Klein thought for a moment before he said, "You can fill

me in on the details of the case on the carriage."

"Sure." Tolle stroked his thick blond beard and guided Klein out of the

Shooting Club. They boarded a carriage which was stopped on the other

side of the road.

There was the "two crossed swords and a crown" police emblem on the

carriage, and it came with a personal carriage driver.

"Sir Deweyville is a believer of the Goddess, so we referred the case to

you," Tolle said quickly as he sat down.

"I know. The fine knight is a common figure on the covers of newspapers

and magazines." Klein flashed a friendly smile.

Tolle picked up the document docket beside him and removed the seal

before taking out the materials inside. As he flipped through them, he

explained, "Regardless, even if you are aware of it, I need to provide

you with the detailed briefing.

"Sir Deweyville is one of the richest tycoons of Tingen City. He built

his career beginning with a lead and porcelain factory. It has now

expanded to steel, coal, shipping, banking, and bonds. He is also a

great philanthropist that has been praised by the king, having set up

the Deweyville Charity Foundation, the Deweyville Trust, and the

Deweyville Library... He was also knighted five years ago... If he were

willing to run for mayor, I don't think anyone in Tingen City could

contest with him.

"But Backlund is his goal; he wants to become a member of parliament. We

once suspected that the harassment might be related to this, but we have

no clues to this date."

Klein nodded slightly and said, "We can't rule out that possibility, but

there's nothing to confirm that suspicion as of now."

Tolle didn't dwell on this point. He continued, "From the sixth of last

month, Sir Deweyville has heard painful skin-numbing moans every night

when he sleeps, akin to a patient's fight for his life. He has checked

the surrounding rooms multiple times, but he hasn't found anything

unusual. His butler and servants have also confirmed that they heard

such sounds, but it is simply softer for them.

"In the beginning, Sir Deweyville believed that this matter would pass

quickly and didn't pay too much attention to it. But the moans became

more and more frequent, to the point of occasionally happening during

the day. There was even the addition of heart-wrenching cries."

"This has made Sir Deweyville lose sleep, time and time again he had no

choice but to leave Tingen to his villa in the villages. But it was to

no avail. The moans and cries persisted. Similarly, the phenomenon

persisted even in Backlund, just that it wasn't as serious.

"He employed security guards to check his surroundings, but they didn't

find any clues. Our preliminary investigations also came up with

nothing.

"Sir Deweyville, who has been tortured for more than a month, is on the

brink of collapse. He visited psychiatrists time and time again but was

unable to have his problems resolved. He told us that if this problem

was not solved within a month, he would leave Tingen and head to

Backlund. He believes that there would be people who can help him

there."

After listening to Tolle's explanation, Klein quickly analyzed and came

up with a few possibilities.

He offended a Beyonder and is suffering from a curse?

*No, if he was suffering from a curse, the butlers and servants in his

house wouldn't hear the same things...*

*There's a Beyonder with unknown motives hidden among his servants and

bodyguards?*

*But the problem stems from the point that there has been no requests

made of Sir Deweyville over the past month...*

*Perhaps Sir Deweyville accidentally came into contact with some

vengeful evil spirit?*

That possibility cannot be ruled out...

The carriage entered the Golden Indus borough while Klein was still deep

in thought. It stopped at the door of Sir Deweyville's house.

A steel fence surrounded a lush garden. There were two statues by the

side of the hollowed metal gates, a magnificent fountain that showered a

marble sculpture with water, an expansive two-story building, as well as

a path wide enough to fit three carriages.

"Even the knight's house is only two stories high... The newspaper

reported that Backlund is experimenting with building ten-story

apartments..." Klein got off the carriage and saw a sergeant with three

chevron stripes walking over briskly.

He looked at Klein and saluted.

"Good morning, Sir!"

"Good morning." Klein nodded with a smile.

Tolle smiled.

"This is Sergeant Gate, you can tell him if you need anything.

"This is Probationary inspector Moretti, a history and psychological

expert from the police department," Tolle introduced Klein to Gate.

...I don't deserve such a title... Klein felt a little

embarrassed.

After the greetings, Gate pointed to the two-story building behind the

fountain and said, "Sir Deweyville is waiting for us."

"Alright." Klein caressed the revolver at his waist.

That was his best bet against an enemy.

Since he was in police uniform, he could put his revolver in a holster

at his hip, making it easier to draw it.

As they spoke, the trio made their way down the path, around the

fountain, and arrived outside the door.

By then, the door was already opened by a servant who was waiting

politely at the side.

As Klein pretended to adjust his hat, he tapped twice on his glabella to

activate his Spirit Vision before entering the house.

The square-faced Sir Deweyville was massaging his forehead in the hall.

He was clearly in low spirits. His blond hair and blue eyes were either

dry or dull as though he had aged considerably by at least five years.

"Good morning, Sir Deweyville." Klein, Tolle, and Gate bowed at the same

time.

Sir Deweyville stood up and forced out a smile.

"Good morning, Officers. I hope that you can resolve what has been

causing me distress."

At that moment, Klein squinted and slightly knitted his brows.

Other than his low spirits, Klein couldn't find any other problems with

Sir Deweyville.

That's odd... He thought for a moment before he said, "Sir, in

which room did you first hear the moans?"

"My bedroom." Sir Deweyville shook his head.

"Can we take a look?" inquired Klein.

"Haven't you checked it many times?" the middle-aged butler interrupted

from the side.

It was clear that he didn't notice that Klein was the partner of the

kind-hearted soul that had "not pocketed the money that he picked up."

Klein smiled, composed.

"Those were my colleagues, not me."

"Sir, this is an expert sent by the police agency," Tolle said, taking

the opportunity to introduce him.

Deweyville looked at the young expert and said, "Alright, Cullen, take

him to my room."

"Sir, I hope that you will come with us," Klein said seriously.

Deweyville hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "If that can solve

the problem..."

He grabbed his cane as he spoke. He made his way feebly toward the

staircase with the butler Cullen and several guards beside him, ready to

support him if needed.

Klein surveyed the surroundings as he followed behind them silently.

One step, two steps, three steps... They arrived at the second

story and entered the master bedroom.

Klein didn't have the time to survey the surroundings when the hair on

his body stood on their ends.

This was feedback from his spiritual perception!