I have a Synthesizer

On a train from Moses City to the Imperial Capital, Klein was sleeping, exhausted from the long journey.

Riding the Scythe Fiend in a jumping flight was too bumpy, a truly terrible experience with absolutely no comfort, so Klein chose to take the train.

Meanwhile, the ten soldiers of the Security Guard on the train had gathered in a group, and the conductor stood on the roof of the train, looking at the thing in front of him, somewhat speechless.

After the train entered the outskirts of Moses, they clearly felt the train's speed decrease, from about 25 kilometers per hour to less than 24.

Although the decrease was not significant, the magic-powered train was a very precise piece of machinery, and its speed was strictly regulated by the Royal Academy of Sciences.

Under normal circumstances, a speed of 25 ± 0.5 kilometers per hour was considered normal, but now that the train's speed had clearly slowed down, it could only mean that there was a problem with the train.

After some inspection, they found the monster in front of them on the roof of the train.

A magical beast, a magical beast that looked somewhat like the rare Rove Beetle Mantis, but much larger in size.

It was because it was lying on the train that the train's speed decreased.

But the problem now was that this thing didn't look easy to deal with. The train's guards were all Tier 1, so how could they handle this thing?

Attack it? That felt like courting death. Request support? Where could they find support in this wilderness? It was far from both the Imperial Capital and Moses.

So, should they just let a magical beast lie on the roof of the train and ignore it? Wouldn't that be disregarding the lives and safety of everyone on the train?

The Scythe Fiend seemed to sense the conductor's gaze and turned its protruding eyes towards him. Seeing the conductor's slightly trembling expression, the Scythe Fiend disdainfully looked away and continued to lie down.

Its master was in the train, so it could only lie here.

The conductor realized that the Scythe Fiend didn't seem to be hostile towards them, it just wanted to lie on the train, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. After hesitating for a while, he said to the other train staff.

"Let's pretend nothing happened for now. At least it doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking us."

"Sir, why is it lying on the train?"

"Maybe it wants to go to the Imperial Capital and is tired of flying, so it's hitching a ride on our train? In any case, write a report first, and contact support as soon as we reach an area near the Imperial Capital with communication signals."

And so, the train, carrying Klein's Scythe Fiend and Klein, who didn't want to ride the Scythe Fiend, headed towards the Imperial Capital.

When they reached the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, the train crew wanted to contact the Imperial Capital Security Department for support, but they found that the Scythe Fiend on the roof of the train had already gotten off at some point.

After arriving in Palomia, they were relieved that they had made it through without any major incidents.

…

Late at night.

In the Imperial Capital Security Bureau, in the underground Black Cross Army branch, Nick Fury was dealing with the cases at hand.

The investigation report on the missing persons in the southern suburbs, which had been sent back from Jason's side, stated that some members of the Dark Cross Army were found to be in contact with members of the Skull Society, and they had brought back some substantial evidence, almost ironclad.

The Black Cross and the Skull Society were colluding. As soon as this news came out, the situation changed drastically, and several big shots were eyeing the Dark Cross Army.

In addition to the previous missing persons incident in the southern suburbs, many people were speculating whether the Dark Cross Army had done it themselves, and the person in charge of the southern suburbs area was Jason.

Everyone was waiting for Jason to come back and give them an explanation, an account.

Not only Jason's affairs were making Nick irritable, but there was also something else that was giving him a headache, and that was that recently, more than once, people had reported to him that something called "Magic Spirit" was circulating in the noble circles.

Although Tairrera claimed that there were no nobles and everyone was equal, when wealth, power, and strength reached a certain level, this class would naturally be divided.

The children of large families would definitely play with people from large families. As for commoner girls marrying into wealthy families, they could only be listened to as fairy tales.

This thing called Magic Spirit had been spreading like wildfire in the noble circles in recent months. It was said to be a kind of alien energy chunk that could be absorbed, and it was highly addictive. Once you got addicted, it was difficult to quit.

Among them, there were many children and family members of powerful and influential people who had become addicted to this thing.

What made Nick even more distraught was that he had no clue at all. Jason had never exchanged any information with him. Having just taken over this case, he felt it was very tricky and had no entry point at all.

"Damn it! What are these things, a bunch of brain-dead people who only know how to urge, urge, urge!"

All kinds of troubles made Nick a little崩溃. He lit a cigarette, leaned back in his office chair, closed his eyes, and pressed his temples, trying to relax.

"Mr. Nick, you seem to be very worried! Working so late, it's really hard."

Nick was immediately startled. When? How did the other party get in? Were the guards eating shit? Originally already angry, with the appearance of the voice, it was adding fuel to the fire.

Because it was already late at night, and the other party was hiding in the darkness, Nick was not clear about the other party's intentions for a while, and did not act rashly.

"This is the Black Cross Army branch. Your Excellency's unauthorized entry has violated the laws of the empire."

"Heh, if everyone's strength was the same, then the law might really have some effect, but the gap in strength in this world is too great, and the law will naturally become a tool for managing the weak."

Nick Fury frowned.

"Your Excellency came here in the middle of the night just to tell me this? Then I'll tell you now, I know, and the Black Cross's prison cell is also ready for you."

“It's only been a few days, Mr. Nick, and you seem even more dignified. My coming here isn't to reason with you, but to tell you something truly important.”

Klein gradually emerged from the shadows, standing before Nick, watching Nick's slightly surprised expression, he slowly said.

“Mr. Nick, how have you been!”

Nick stood up.

“Klein-Alex! Speak, what do you want from me.”

Originally, Klein's impression on him wasn't deep, but the matter of him killing Lance left a deep impression on Nick. Or rather, Lance himself left a deep impression on Nick.

From their last encounter, Nick clearly understood that Klein differed greatly from his described profile. This person, although very young, gave off a very dangerous feeling.

Klein placed Jason's broken sword on the table. Because most of Jason's belongings had been contaminated by chaotic arcane energy, his spatial ring and some equipment had shattered, and Klein hadn't been able to loot the corpse.

Therefore, the only thing that could clearly indicate Jason's identity was this broken, magic-less battle sword.

“Mr. Nick, do you recognize this?”

“Captain Jason's sword, how is it in your hands?”

“If I told you that Jason will never return, then in the future, should I change my address and call you Captain Nick?”

Nick's pupils contracted slightly. He was somewhat incredulous. Jason was a Fourth-Order expert. Although he was still a considerable distance from the Fifth-Order peak, he had been immersed in the Fourth Order for many years, and his strength was definitely extraordinary.

“He's dead?”

Nick didn't ask if Klein killed him. Since the other party came to tell him this matter, it was naturally unnecessary to ask who did it. He just wanted to confirm if Jason was really dead.

“Yes!”

“Why tell me?”

Although Nick felt he was capable, he didn't think he was stronger than Jason, whether in terms of strength or influence, there was a gap.

Klein waved his hand, took out some documents, and placed them on the table.

“Jason's death is just a greeting gift. I said before that I have a good impression of Mr. Nick. This time, I just want to remind Mr. Nick to be prepared.

These are the truly important things. Captain Nick can take a look first.”

Upon hearing this, Nick began to look through the materials Klein had placed. Inside were various pieces of evidence of Jason using magical devices in the southern suburbs to conduct demonic beast experiments, killing humans, and causing a large number of disappearances.

Not only that, but there were also detailed materials on Jason's collaboration with the Skull Society, as well as a detailed list of all Black Cross members affiliated with Jason.

Nick's expression was somewhat complex. He certainly understood that if Jason died, it would be the best opportunity for him to rise in power, and with this evidence, his ascension was basically a certainty.

He had to obtain this information.

“What do you need me to do?”

“I want to cooperate with Mr. Nick!” Klein stated his purpose.

“Cooperate? This is only our second meeting, right?”

Nick was well aware that all cooperation required a bond to maintain the relationship. No cooperation was achieved overnight.

Klein smiled. As long as Nick didn't directly refuse, that was fine.

“Of course, at the beginning, we can't trust each other, so we need to sign a contract.”

“A contract? Even if it's a magical contract, I can find someone to break it.”

“No, no, no, Mr. Nick might not understand us. The people of Jay's Company are never worried that others will break the contract, unless the other party really wants to die.”

Nick touched the ring on his hand, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

“Alright, I agree.”

Klein took out a scroll, used a bone blade to cut his finger, pressed a fingerprint on it, and handed it to Nick.

“It's your turn, Captain Nick.”

Nick glanced at the contents of the scroll, which were fairly normal, but the punishment for violating the contract was described very vaguely.

“Will unleash the curse in the contract? What curse?”

“If Captain Nick is sincerely cooperating with me, then what does it matter what curse is in the contract? As long as we continue to cooperate amicably, then the curse will never be triggered.”

Nick nodded and also pressed his fingerprint.

The moment he pressed his fingerprint, the scroll immediately ignited on its own, turning into dozens of light spots that entered both of their bodies.

“Next, what do you need me to do?”

“I don't need you to do anything, Mr. Nick. You just need to go all out and become the captain of the Black Cross branch in the Imperial Capital.”

Nick wanted to say something, but Klein's body had already begun to gradually disappear into the darkness.

“Shadow Transfer? Are you a member of the Skull Society?”

“How is that possible? I have a deep-seated hatred for the Skull Society. This magic is just a trophy of mine, and I'm not very skilled with it yet. Goodbye, Mr. Nick. I hope we have a pleasant cooperation.”

After Klein left, Nick silently looked at the broken sword on the table and silently put it into his storage ring.

“Become the captain of the Palomia Black Cross.”

Nick lit himself another cigarette, silently finished smoking it, then opened the information Klein gave him and began to sort out Jason's crimes.

… …

Klein stood in the night, walking towards the direction of the Royal Academy.

His left palm was already covered with light spots. These were all the curses that he had isolated from the contract. He said to the magic book floating beside him.

“Not understanding magic, yet signing a contract with someone! Isn't this the same as in my previous life, not understanding the contract, yet eagerly buying insurance? These people are truly terrifyingly ignorant.”

As for playing tricks on the contract, Klein felt no guilt in his heart. Magic contracts were originally used to deceive people.

【What Master says is always correct.】

Thelisi's voice came from the magic book. As a former Soul Singer, her voice was truly captivating.

“Although the flattery is a bit blatant, I like it.”