I have a Synthesizer

Looking at Klein pretending to cooperate, Nick felt a little helpless. Although he knew Klein was lying, and the lies were particularly careless.

To say that an Shadow Impact had blown up a Rank 2 Demon Warlock was a statement that would be laughed to death if it came out of the Dark Crusader.

The higher-ups wanted a quick resolution, to pin the blame on Lance and Catherine.

No matter who was behind them, or what kind of things were involved, they wouldn't investigate further or cause any more trouble.

The Flor family, after all, was a dragon-slaying family, already troublesome enough. Although they didn't explicitly say anything, no one could ignore a family with a titled expert.

Their son died and needed an explanation, so they would give them an explanation, and that would be the end of it.

This time, Jason's people acted without authorization and attacked Mira, already offending Professor Esmond of the academy and Colonel Katie of the Eastern Territory Security Department.

Fortunately, they were just a commoner family with no power, so offending them wasn't a big deal. The Dark Crusaders weren't too afraid.

After all, the cost of offending a Rank 5 mage and a Rank 5 warrior was much less than offending a titled expert, especially since this mage was just an arcane mage with little threat.

Now that Lance and Catherine were dead, and Klein brought back their bodies, they could give this achievement to Klein, granting him the title of honorary citizen.

Your daughter was injured, so we'll give your son a reward, and everyone will be even. That's the current thinking of the Dark Crusaders, and Nick was just the executor.

Nick joined the Dark Crusaders for convenience, not the Security Department Guard.

He had his own ideas and was willing to pursue the truth, but all of this was on the premise of protecting himself.

Nick wasn't a particularly smooth person, but he had his own bottom line, otherwise he wouldn't have confronted Captain Jason to protect Klein.

He was young and had a great chance to rise in the Palomia Dark Crusaders branch, and the only thing standing in his way was branch captain Jason.

At his position, solving cases was no longer just about finding the truth. Palomia had too many forces: gangs, organizations, imperial officials, and the royal family.

The Dark Crusaders had always been the royal family's lackeys, not the officials'. He needed to constantly navigate and balance the various forces.

In this spy case, Lance died, and Catherine also died. The remaining witnesses were only Klein and Mira.

If there are no accidents, Mr. Klein should be on the list when the honorary citizen of Palomia is selected in a while."

Klein also stood up and shook Nick's hand.

"You're welcome. I don't really care about honorary citizenship. Killing Lance and bringing back Catherine is my duty as a citizen of Tairlera and a student of the Royal Academy."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Klein suddenly said to Nick as he was leaving.

"Mr. Nick, you are truly young and promising. I am very interested in the Black Cross. If you have time, we can chat."

Nick frowned as he watched Klein leave. According to the information, this Klein should be a mage.

But he only had a faint magical reaction. How could such a person have killed Lance?

Moreover, knowing that this person was problematic, he still had to thank him. The order of Palomia was becoming more and more ugly.

The law was gradually being trampled on, families were increasing, and the gap between rich and poor was widening.

This world, this country, was becoming more and more chaotic.

Your Majesty, when will you see all of this!

… …

After leaving the Security Department, Klein didn't return to the Jay Society but went to the No. 3 Military Hospital where Mira was.

Although it was called a military hospital, it was generally fully open to the public except in times of war.

Following the address Nick gave him, Klein found the 3rd floor of Building 6. Mira should be in bed 20.

Just as he walked to the door, Klein saw Joe smoking. It was unclear if he really had a smoking addiction or was imitating their father, Esmond.

He walked over and snatched the cigarette from Joe's hand without explanation, scolding him.

"You're so young, why aren't you cultivating magic and improving your strength? Can smoking make you stronger?"

Although Klein used to be the kind of person who could fight all night with a pack of 8 yuan cigarettes.

But when it came to persuading others to quit smoking, he was merciless, especially since this person was his younger brother and weaker than him.

Joe first looked up angrily, wanting to retort, but looking at Klein's somewhat stern eyes, he inexplicably chickened out.

"I know, brother."

He had to chicken out, he felt that if he didn't, he might get beaten up again.

"How is Mira?" Klein asked softly, seemingly not wanting to disturb Mira in the room.

"Her injuries are a bit serious. Although they are all recoverable injuries, the wound on her leg may leave a very obvious scar."

The more Joe spoke, the more gloomy his voice became. A birthday party for three ended in this way, which no one wanted to see.

He also knew that there were many strange things about it, but he also understood that he didn't have the power to pursue the truth. This matter involved too many things.

Klein nodded and pushed the door open and walked in.

Mira was lying quietly on the bed, her arms and head bandaged.

With Klein's arrival, Mira, who had been silent, pouted at him.

"Klein, I broke the bottle you gave me."

"If it's broken, it's broken. I'll give you another one in a few days."

"It's not the same. That was the first thing you ever gave me."

Klein was slightly stunned. It seemed that he didn't have much memory of giving gifts.

"People always have firsts. It's okay to experience it a few more times."

"Can you coax people? Is that how you talk to me? No wonder you can't find a girlfriend. Come here."

Seeing that Mira seemed to have returned to normal, Klein relaxed a little and said with a smile.

"What are you doing? Do you want to hit me?"

Although he said that, Klein thought that even if she did hit him, he wouldn't fight back and would let her vent.

Just as he walked in front of Mira, Mira suddenly got up and hugged him, resting her head in his arms, tears dripping down like beads.

"Brother, I will never wear high heels again."

In Klein's memory, this was also the first time Mira had called him brother.

He didn't speak, but put his hand on Mira's head, quietly waiting for Mira to vent her emotions.

Looking out the window, Klein's eyes were very calm, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's a bit late today, sorry.