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Klein nodded and said, "I know of it, but I don't understand it particularly well. Teacher, could you explain it to me?"

Although Klein knew about the Acting method from Rosell's diary, he couldn't claim to be proficient. He was still exploring it.

Now that he had Luo Lin as a convenient teacher, Klein naturally wouldn't be pretentious. He'd ask what he needed to ask; otherwise, calling him "teacher" would be in vain.

"Actually, I don't understand the Acting method very well either. After all, I'm just a novice extraordinary, but from my understanding, acting is like method acting in theater. You fully immerse yourself in a role to gain some kind of recognition and power. The name of the potion is the role we need to embody."

Luo Lin scratched his head, explaining his understanding of the Acting method. He could have simply recited what was in the original texts, but there was no need for that. Luo Lin always remembered his current persona: someone with a deep family heritage who understood much hidden knowledge but was still a novice extraordinary.

A novice didn't need a profound understanding of the Acting method; as long as the general direction was correct, it was enough.

Hearing Luo Lin refer to himself as a "novice extraordinary," Klein's brow twitched involuntarily, though he wasn't particularly surprised. He had already suspected the man was a transmigrator, and this conversation had now thoroughly confirmed it.

"But one point is very crucial..." Luo Lin's expression suddenly turned serious as he looked at Klein and said, "No matter what, you must remember that you are only acting, not the role itself."

Klein was taken aback. He had been thinking that Jack's understanding of the Acting method wasn't very deep, but at this moment, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Acting method, acting method. It was naturally just acting, not completely immersing oneself in the role to the point of forgetting oneself.

Otherwise... the risk of losing control would be imminent.

"The extraordinary domains in this world are truly dangerous everywhere..." Klein sighed inwardly, then looked at Luo Lin and said earnestly, "I understand. Thank you, teacher."

He meant this "teacher" sincerely.

If Klein had called Luo Lin "teacher" before, it was like how he used to call his roommate "dad" to get them to bring him food—a gesture of respect, but not much. Now, Klein felt a genuine respect for Luo Lin.

Although their teacher-student relationship was confirmed casually, the other person was genuinely teaching him.

"Hey, you suddenly got so serious, and now I feel a bit embarrassed..." Luo Lin scratched his head again, displaying a bit of helplessness and stammering, "Actually, I was just joking. We're so close, it's only natural for me to teach you some knowledge. When I asked you to call me teacher, it was like asking you to call me dad... uh, you probably wouldn't understand that."

Klein felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. After thinking for a moment, he kindly reminded him, "Is there a possibility that this is only our third meeting?"

Honestly, Klein admired Luo Lin's laid-back demeanor. The man truly gave off the impression that he could be easily deceived if he entered society, possessing a kind of innocent clarity like a university student.

Luo Lin could guess what Klein was thinking. In fact, this was the effect he had deliberately cultivated. For a good person like Klein, a persona of someone who was very capable in other areas but simple-minded and needing care would make it easier to build rapport.

But even though he guessed it, it obviously didn't stop Luo Lin from continuing his act. He refuted with a serious expression, "You don't understand. This is called 'meeting an old friend at first sight.' I, I don't know how to put it, but I just felt a sense of kinship when I met you, like I'd found a kindred spirit."

Towards the end, Luo Lin displayed a look of confusion and sadness.

Klein blinked, pursed his lips, and fell silent for a moment.

A few seconds later, Klein smiled again and proactively changed the subject, "So, does me calling you teacher still count?"

The implication was whether their teacher-student relationship was official.

"Hmm, I'd actually like it to count. This is the first time I've ever been a teacher!" Luo Lin blinked, his expression a mix of shyness and anticipation.

After all, jokes aside, who wouldn't want to be someone's father? Wasn't a teacher a kind of father figure?

Klein wasn't surprised by this outcome, merely chuckling. He thought for a moment and asked, "Teacher, do you have any plans for my future studies?"

Luo Lin's eyes lit up. He coughed lightly, showing a bit of pride but feigning modesty. "How about you come here to study a day or two each week? Although I'm just a novice extraordinary, I know quite a lot. It should be enough to teach you, and it won't interfere with your work."

Hearing Luo Lin mention his work, Klein's expression became a little subtle. He looked at Luo Lin and tentatively asked, "Do you know what kind of work I do?"

"Of course, I do. Aren't you the historical consultant for the security company?" Luo Lin looked at him with confusion. "You told me last time." He acted as if he knew nothing at all.

Klein was silent for a few seconds, then thought and said, "Teacher, do you know about official extraordinarys?"

Luo Lin nodded and said, "Yes, I do. Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and Punishers. I heard about them when I was in Backlund."

"What do you think of official extraordinarys?" Klein continued to ask.

"Probably a group of good people? But I heard the Punishers are very fierce; if you're caught, you'll be imprisoned for life. The other two seem alright. As long as you don't commit any crimes, even if you're caught, there seems to be a chance for redemption."

Luo Lin wore a reminiscent expression and then looked confused. "Why are you suddenly asking about them? You haven't gotten into trouble with any official extraordinarys, have you?"

Klein breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this answer. Then, he coughed lightly and said, "Is there a possibility that I am an official extraordinary?"

This wasn't something that needed to be kept secret. Being an official extraordinary wasn't shameful. Moreover, Klein had some ideas. Luo Lin's personality was too naive, lacking any sense of crisis or secrecy. If he let him continue like this, who knew when he might stumble into trouble with the official extraordinarys. It would be better for him to find a way to get the man a position as an informant. That way, even if Luo Lin were caught in the future, he wouldn't actually be locked behind the Charnis Gate.

"Ah?" Luo Lin's expression turned astonished. He pointed at Klein, uncertainly asking, "You, an official extraordinary?"

"Strictly speaking, I'm a Nighthawk," Klein corrected him.

Luo Lin's expression immediately became confused and complex, like a squirrel whose pinecone had been stolen. After a long while, he glanced at Klein, and his whole demeanor visibly deflated. "So, you're here to arrest me?"

"Why would you think that?" Klein shook his head with a wry smile, then put on a serious expression. "I just wanted to ask if you're willing to become my informant? That way, even if you're discovered by the authorities later, you won't be locked up."

"You can do that?" Luo Lin looked enlightened, completely embodying the persona of a clear-headed, foolish university student. He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I have no problem with that."

"Alright, then I'll probe the captain's opinion in a while. If all goes smoothly, your informant status should be finalized," Klein nodded.

After all, he had only recently joined the Nighthawks. If he were to develop informants, it would be best to wait a few days.