In a separate path of the same district.
Klein, who had been chancing to suggest a building, finally had a moment to act.
He told Frye and Leonard as they reached a section. "We haven't checked the Noir Lounge at a turn of the road."
Leonard, with his long dark hair, paused and glanced at the lists on Frye's hand briefly. After seeing a name, he checked whether officer Philomore, who started accompanying them after the first building, would agree.
Philomore is a middle-aged man with prominent silver linings on his hair. He appeared stern with a refined stubbled jawline. If one were to guess, he's fairly attractive in his youth.
This police officer oversees the upper class area under the Nighthawk's jurisdiction.
Upon deliberation, Philomore didn't reject and instead commended by saying, "The Noir Lounge was where Fauland frequented."
Fauland is the 4th identified vampire that had chased Selina from the past. He's a professional medicine prescriber. Although much to his title, his true motive was to sell "Little Blue Pills" that upperclassmen covet.
"You seem to getting a hang in this tracking business." Leonard had a glib of grin as he asked to take the itinerary from Frye's hand, lifting it up.
He flicked the paper around and as if claiming the idea as his own, he said, "Alright, off to Noir Lounge we go."
For an odd reason. Klein felt his hands that was holding his cane, fought the instinct to raise it. He shook his head and followed closely.
There's three Nighthawk teams that Dunn assigned. For the first unit, they're composed of Selina, Royale, and Seeka. The path they took was heading southwest.
The second consists of Kenley, and Old Neil. They came not to partake in the investigation but to conduct a follow-up inspection regarding a building known as Moonlight Hours, governed by one of the vampires that chased Selina, Mr. Daniel Fauland.
As for the third unit. Klein was assigned with Frye and Leonard due to their yesterday's tandem. Their mission was to accompany unit 1 in scanning the street of anyone suspected of having connections with Fauland.
Of course, they're also the backup force if the others was confronted with danger in vice versa. That is to say if they encountered any of the two groups.
Klein looked around as Leonard lead them as if it was his idea to vouch for a specific building. He saw many esteemed gentleman. In contrast to his, the way they dressed is far more distinguish.
There is a soap opera around the district as well. But ultimately reserved for those who have wealth to spare.
Seizing the opportunity when they reached the intended three story building. Klein excused himself, "I need to go to the bathroom."
Leonard and Frye exchanged looks shortly, before the former suddenly said with odd intent, "Be quick or we'll finish the inspection and leave without you."
Heh, nice joke... Klein waved his hand as he turned around.
The building's interior appeared nothing like the majority of the infrastructure in Tingen. Their walls are accentuated by the waxed surface, appearing like a golden brown when casted by sunlight. The columns had a polished ebony wood carvings meanwhile the hallway had direct sunlight filtering from wide windows.
Is this the life Miss Justice and Miss Lovers have on a daily basis? Klein suddenly had a contemplative thought as he asked for directions.
In this level of the building. The area supports a high-end retails at the reception area, even larger than Blackthorn Security company.
Voices and laughter coming from a few corners suggesting a lounge area meant to socialize among the fellow upper-classes. Klein walked a dozen mile and would occasional see glimpses of dining halls, hobby rooms and commercial areas selling jewelries.
When an item is bought. Unlike the usual "give and take" of hawkers and merchants toward customers. The client is brought into a specialized room for negotiations and contracts by agents, only then will they be given the purchased item.
Truly an upper class of extortion and exploitation... Klein secretly lampooned while an attendant guided him to the public bathroom.
After locking the door of his chosen stall. He brought the toilet's lid down and sat.
He took out a small, thumb-sized seed with turquoise colored shell and left it open onto his palm. Then by increasing friction to its tip using his spirituality, a flame combusted.
Klein didn't have time to construct a wall of spirituality or even have a secured place to properly make an altar.
Of course beforehand, just as the day went, he asked Mrs. White's guidance and to allow communication to happen through the seed.
When the last person left one of the stalls and out of the bathroom. He chanted in a solemn, hushed voice.
"The White Maiden from a distant time...
...
"Fauland? Hmm, oh you mean the chemist-monger of the Noir Lounge?" a senior club member by the name of Pallein wore a fitted girdle over a long dress, preparing for a play of table tennis.
Of course, said game was pioneered by the glorified Roselle Gustav over a joint toast during a military banquet of the Intis Republic. It was later made in public by the associates of the congregation, thereby naming it table tennis over the Emperor's request.
The table tennis wasn't the only sport the emperor had pioneered. It also consists of badminton, volleyball that is localized in the coasts of Constant City and Desi Bay. His legacy was truly engraved into the world as the figure of his era.
Selina had enough of their Senior's antics that she looked away from the door, leading to a room with guests and players opposing at the center.
While Royale handles the interrogation. Seeka was there to carefully inspect the person at the front.
As for her, she was there for the experience and to learn.
At that moment, the duo Royale and Seeka finished the inquiry and was about to head to the next room when Selina suddenly started hearing voices.
It was familiar, and it certain was because she recognizes the overlapping voices in her ear.
Klein was praying to her!
However, seeing Royale and Seeka looking down at the list on the latter's hand. It will be hard to ask an excuse or permission to pass out.
Pass out? At a public space? Would they think of me as a fragile lady because of it? Selina mused secretly first before pointing out.
"Uhm... can we take a short rest? We've been walking all this time."
Seeka Tron turned her head and paused to listen. "Well... I am feeling a bit tired. Hehe usually I'd take a carriage often to where I'm heading."
She then glanced at Royale to sought an opinion.
"Then let's ask for the lounge." Royale withdrew from the note Dunn gave them and said. "Having the time to collect our thoughts is also an effective way to handle investigation."
After finding a empty sofa at the rest area. Selina saw many beautifully dressed ladies and gentlemen roaming around and asking for a chat.
Considering the original Selina's appearance. The thought of a person with power would walk over and ask her out placed a burden of anxiety on her shoulders.
It took her a short while to be assured that both Royale and Seeka would prevent such an event.
Selina had just usurped and that her potion will be digested soon. That was also enough to place her in a mood to enter the dreamworld.
She simulated the longing feeling and subsequently dozed off.
...
Klein saw the mysterious pastures once again. Albeit cloaked in mist, it's not as indiscernible as the ones above the grey fog.
He managed to see just how far it stretch and it disappoints him.
"What is it that you'd like to relay?" the world had a mature, majestic and layered voice of a woman.
Klein turned and saw the lady clad in a elongated, intricately woven gown.
Though her face was blanketed by divine light. The creases of her cascading golden-silver hair was enough to display an overwhelming radiance.
I can't believe I'm talking to a Goddess face to face... Klein embrace the feeling of the surrounding meadow. The zephyr that passes by.
"Mrs. White. Our captain dispatched us for an investigation regarding the Red Light Street. Fortunately Selina and I didn't have to push the case toward this but regrettably, we never got assigned into a single group..."
The White Maiden Selina gave a soft assurance heeded by the world. "You need not to worry. I am aware."
Klein felt relieved and immediately changed the topic. "If possible. Tell Selina that we're now at Noir Lounge of southwest."
Noir Lounge wasn't mentioned in the contracts she saw through the seed. However, thanks to Klein's divination and recollection when he encountered Galopin. The building that is called for privileged clients is exactly where he's currently at.
Selina understood and quickly dismissed him. Seeing as how both of their time is limited.
...
Upon returning to the bathroom stall. Klein was greeted by the coldness of the marble floor and an arbitrary position with his feet on top of the bowl.
He was ready beforehand and prepared to use cogitation in order to sleep and meet the Goddess. But regardless of that, he still found himself kissing the ground!
Klein stood up, walked to the basin after opening the stall and briskly washed his face.
Blegh! Disgusting! He complained while still sensing the lingering aftertaste.
His position at the time was seated on the toilet with the lid down and his body leaning to the stall. He didn't expect that he would move around so much!
At that moment. Klein suddenly touched his temple and a prickling pain struck him instantly. Ouch!
He massaged it with care and rinsed his face some more until a few droplets splat onto his garb. He took a handkerchief and wiped his face down.
Then he heard the door squeaked open. It's not in a manner similar to a crooked room extension, but rather sophisticated in signaling guest.
Klein lowered his hand and saw him; a tall brown hair, suited with a vest engraved with a rose pattern.
Although he may be insignificant during Galopin's divination flashback in the past. He now played a crucial identity behind Galopin's movement in the street.
Galopin's associate!
...
Selina's eyes fluttered open. In a picturesque room, she had a rosy side cheek and a pair of hands slapping her.
"Hey hey! Wake up!" Seeka Tron was starting to feel anxious.
Her and Royale had been smacking her face softly and with force that was hopefully enough to wake her. Although the former displays weariness, the latter was keeping a public facade that their fine.
Selina reached for Seeka's hand and brought it down, telling her, "What's wrong?"
"You dozed off and we couldn't wake you up!" Seeka's raised voice was controlled but mixed with apprehension.
"I'm fine." Selina smiled wryly. "I just slipped into a good dream. That's all."
"A good dream?" Royale stopped looking around and faced her. "Even that is problematic. If there's something wrong, I suggest a mystical reevaluation."
"Alright." Selina nodded and Royale signaled for Midnight Poet Seeka.
Seeka first ensured that no people was near them before getting closer and recited an alluring tune. "Lacking clothes and food, they have no shelter in the cold.
"They are drenched by rains, and huddle around the rocks for lack of shelter.
"They are orphans snatched from the breast, hope lost on them; they are the poor that have been forced off the proper path.
"The Evernight did not forsake them, but bestowed them with love."
...
The holy, yet pitiful prayer reverberated around the close proximity between only Selina, Royale and Seeka. It purified their hearts and made it tranquil.
Royale sighed after seeing no abnormalities from Selina. She stopped and withdrew from huddle.
"Alright, you're fine. You're still the Selina I know."
Selina heaved a breath at the false alarm.
"Let's return to inquiring any probable associates around before we leave. We have to be aware that officer Louise is waiting at the entrance." Royale stood up and adjusted her gun from her holster..
"If you're in any sort of disorientation. Please tell us alright?"
Selina nodded and promised, "Yes."
As they left. She rehearsed what Klein said in the dreamworld and recalled the plan.
Secure an traceable suspect that connects with Galopin and the Halzter Van Company. They already had target which was one of his associates present around and specifically within the Noir Lounge. The establishment that might be hosting "privileged" clients.
Since Klein and the rest are already there. I should begin to accelerate our visit here and get to them immediately... Selina noted within herself as they approached yet another person.
The trio walked over and asked for his name. This time, Royale and Seeka vouched for her to take the lead in questioning.
The man replied, "Ronder young ladies. It's Cent Ronder."