So Hard to Guess!

"Leonard, it shouldn't be Klein. I can testify to that. I was in the room studying the entire time. You know my memory is truly terrible; if I want to get into Tingen University and master all that occult knowledge, I have to put in much more effort than anyone else.

So, I must have been using every ounce of my focus at the time, yet even in that environment, I was still controlled. That only proves the other party is much stronger than me, and Klein is only a Sequence 9; he couldn't possibly do that.

Besides, I trust Klein's character. He isn't that kind of person. Ever since joining the Nighthawks, Klein has never done anything wrong."

Lynch defended Klein earnestly.

He had previously thought about throwing the Antigonus Notebook in a place that would disgust Klein, just to get a little revenge, but he truly never intended for Klein to be suspected.

"I was just voicing my own doubts."

Leonard glanced at Lynch and gave a helpless smile.

He should have known Lynch's personality by now; it was a miracle he hadn't started a fight after someone spoke ill of his friend.

However, he wasn't necessarily trying to make Lynch believe Klein was problematic. After all, he had no evidence, and he only wanted Lynch to keep his guard up.

If he were controlled again, Lynch might start to suspect Klein.

Leonard took a step back and offered an apology to Klein.

If his guess was correct, Klein was at least a Sequence 5 Marionettist of the Seer pathway. There was no benefit for their Nighthawks team in provoking a Sequence 5 Beyonder who was on the verge of becoming a demigod.

He hoped the other party would stop once they had their fun.

Overall, the person didn't seem to have any malicious intent; even after controlling Lynch, they hadn't killed him, which was a good thing.

"Do not suspect your teammates without cause."

Dunn said softly.

He had also harbored suspicions about Klein earlier. After all, based on Lynch's previous behavior, he wasn't a liar, nor was he a bad person, and he had no reason to do such a thing.

On the contrary, Klein was indeed quite suspicious.

But such matters required evidence; suspecting teammates at will was not a good habit.

"Apologies, I may have overthought things."

Leonard raised his hands to show his regret.

Klein also hurriedly shook his head to indicate he didn't mind, though in his heart, he felt this matter was likely not simple.

He wondered if he could go to Sefirah Castle to perform a divination. Were these things truly just coincidences?

Dunn stopped looking at Klein and turned his gaze toward Old Neil.

"I'll leave the rest to you. I need to know the appearance of the person who appeared here."

Old Neil nodded. He took several small bottles from his pocket and sprinkled the liquid inside onto the surroundings.

Then, he took out a handful of powder and sprinkled it over himself, and an invisible force enveloped Old Neil.

Lynch could hear Old Neil's lowered voice: I pray for the power of the Goddess, I look forward to the favor of the Night...

A gust of wind blew through the window into the room, carrying an invisible terror.

Lynch felt countless energies swirling around him, and then this energy split into many strands that wrapped around Old Neil, with only a few small wisps lingering around him, Dunn, and Leonard.

Presumably, this was the Goddess's favor toward Beyonders of her own pathway.

He tried to have the Stone of Myriad Phenomena absorb this energy, but the Stone of Myriad Phenomena refused.

The Stone of Myriad Phenomena indicated it couldn't absorb it for the time being.

Which meant it might be able to absorb it in the future, but for now, it could only absorb energy from Beyonder objects.

Lynch gave up on the idea of having the Stone of Myriad Phenomena do anything. He acted as if he didn't know the energy was wrapped around him and watched Old Neil's movements.

Old Neil was now holding a pen, quickly drawing a portrait of Lynch, as well as a man with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and naturally curly hair.

Immediately after, Old Neil let out a breath.

"This person has blue eyes, a set of dentures, and black hair."

Old Neil's body twitched once, then returned to normal.

He packed up the items on the floor, turned his head, and looked at Lynch with a grin: "Good lad, you really did come here. I saw you standing downstairs like a fool, staring blankly in just a shirt, then you threw the notebook up. Your aim was quite good, too—it landed right on the corpse."

Lynch let out a small sigh of relief.

As expected, the act he put on when he arrived was necessary. In this world, any action could potentially be discovered.

"And then? What did I do after that?"

Lynch asked, pretending to be curious.

He didn't know if Old Neil could see more.

"I could only see you standing downstairs blowing in the cold wind like an idiot. It probably lasted for a while. I personally suggest you go back and drink some ginger soup, otherwise, you might get sick."

Lynch breathed a sigh of relief once more.

He had stood downstairs for five minutes; it seemed Old Neil could only see events within that five-minute window.

"Alright, I'll drink some when I get home. Afterward, I'll go to the company for lessons as soon as possible. The entrance exam for Tingen University is coming up soon, and I need to be more diligent."

Lynch rubbed his temples, feeling a bit sleepy.

He had only slept for a short while last night; even as a Sleepless, he couldn't truly go without sleep, could he?

"No need to rush back. Your morning lessons are canceled, so you can rest for the morning. Go practice your marksmanship directly in the afternoon. Oh, right, stop by the company in the afternoon and ask Mrs. Orianna for ten pounds to buy a cane."

Dunn thought for a moment and said.

Lynch nodded excitedly at once.

Getting reimbursed for a cane was simply too awesome!

"Buy a decent one; don't go out and embarrass us later. Ladies care quite a bit about the quality of a cane. Also, to ensure you don't cut corners on this, remember to have them provide a receipt and return any leftover money."

Dunn seemed afraid that Lynch would be stingy and buy a subpar cane, so he reminded him again, even going so far as to require a receipt.

Lynch sighed. Fine, he wouldn't be able to pocket any extra cash for himself.

Seeing Lynch nod, Dunn turned his gaze toward Frye.

"Go find a nearby police officer and tell..."

Lynch hurriedly raised his hand.

"Captain, I'll go find Officer Mountbatten. He's more useful than a regular officer, and besides, he handled the kidnapping case here during the day. He'd definitely be unhappy if I went to someone else."

Dunn pondered for a moment before finally nodding.

"Then go find him. Be quick. Once you have him come over, you can go home and rest."

Dunn instructed.

Lynch nodded quickly and then left the scene in a hurry.

After he left, Leonard strolled over to Klein's side and asked in a lowered voice:

"I don't understand. Why did the person who did all this insist on using Lynch? If that person wanted to tip us off, they could have easily thrown the Antigonus Notebook in themselves.

They used Lynch without harming him—who do you think that person is? It's so hard to guess!"