"No, the captain will be back soon. I can't just sit here and wait."
Behind the Chanis Gate, Klein had also grown anxious. As the date of Dunn Smith's return drew nearer, his initial unease had gradually turned into outright panic.
Over the past few days, he had considered all sorts of excuses and solutions, only to reject every last one.
The main reason was that he simply could not withstand scrutiny. There really was something wrong with him.
If he were just an ordinary Nighthawk, this would hardly matter. Once the investigation was finished, the worst possible outcome would be a blemish on his record.
But with his identities as a Transmigrator, an evil god, and the leader of a secret organization, he would probably spend the rest of his life behind the Chanis Gate if he were exposed.
What he was enduring now was like the torment of a condemned prisoner waiting to be led to the execution ground.
"Lorne Dysenk..."
Klein mulled over the name.
Although he had no concrete evidence, the clues available suggested that Lorne Dysenk had most likely written that report letter.
But there was one thing he could not understand.
Why would he report me? Klein was deeply puzzled.
I shouldn't have done anything to offend him. Why report me?
Surely it couldn't really be because of Melissa?
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He did not think things could be that melodramatic.
Did he happen to notice something unusual about me and report me out of a simple sense of justice?
Then that would make me the bad guy.
"Stop letting your imagination run wild." Klein shook his head and pulled his thoughts back on track.
"Whatever the reason, he reported me. I have to get to the bottom of it."