"Nothing dangerous. I haven't seen any signs of danger at the
very least," Dunn emphasized. "This is a case which was
referred to us by Golden Indus's police department. The
famous philanthropist Sir Deweyville has been experiencing
unusual harassment over the past month. Be it his
bodyguards, the security guards he has employed, or the
police, none of them have been able to find the culprit.
Inspector Tolle, who is in charge of this case, suspects that it
involves Beyonder powers and, thus, handed the case over to
us."
Oh, owner of factory. Klein knitted his brows and asked,
"What kind of harassment is it?"
"Sir Deweyville hears moans and cries every night, no matter
where he is, be it Tingen or not. This has affected his sleep
quality negatively." Dunn flipped the notes in his hands. "He
has seen a psychiatrist and has asked his butlers and
servants to confirm that it was not an illusion. Having
confirmed that it isn't a hallucination, thus, it is suspected
that someone is harassing him."
Closing the file, Dunn looked up at Klein.
"Change into your probationary inspector uniform in the
break room, then meet Inspector Tolle who is in charge of
this case at the Shooting Club. He'll provide you with more
details."
"Probationary inspector uniform?" Klein asked knowing about it.
Dunn rubbed his forehead and smiled.
"Half of our salary comes from the police department, and
the title of probationary inspector doesn't merely belong in
the records. When you met Leonard and I for the first time,
we were also wearing uniforms. This is a perk held by fully
official members. Yes, the 'Perks' as Emperor Roselle would
call it."
He headed toward the break room and saw a black and white
checkered uniform, complete with leather boots, placed on
the table. The uniform's peak cap was embroidered with the
logo of the police department—two crossed swords and a
crown. Located on the shoulder was a black and white
epaulet with a shimmering silver star.
He had some understanding of the police rank structure in
the Loen Kingdom. He knew that those at the top were the
minister and the chief secretary of the police force. Under
them were the respective commissioners, deputy
commissioners, assistant commissioners of the various
police departments. Those in the middle were
superintendents and inspectors, while those at the very
bottom were the sergeants and constables.
After closing the door, Klein took off his suit and hat before
changing into the uniform.
He hung his suit up and left the room. He made his way into
the clerk's office and looked at himself using the full-body
mirror that Rozanne brought to him.
The young man in the mirror had black hair with gentle
brown eyes. The uniform on his body accentuated him with a
heroic spirit.
"Not bad." Klein praised himself narcissistically. He left his
cane in the office and left the Blackthorn Security Company.
Inside his pockets were a full set of equipment, ranging from
weapons to his police badge.
At the hall of the Shooting Club.
Klein met Inspector Tolle immediately since he was the only one in a police uniform.
Of course, there's me too... Klein thought.
There were two silver stars on the epaulets of Inspector Tolle's uniform. His clothes were propped up by his stomach
and he had a thick blond mustache. His frame was tall but
not imposing. Perhaps, it was imposing in the past.
"Moretti? Klein Moretti?" Inspector Tolle noticed Klein and
welcomed him with a smile.
"Hello, Inspector Tolle, I believe that you have the right
person," Klein replied amicably, then following his memories,
he raised his right arm, kept his fingers straight and tight
before saluting.
Tolle chuckled.
"I can tell that you'll be a young man who's easy to get along
with. That's good. Shall we head to Sir Deweyville's place
now?"
Even though he was a higher rank than Klein, the tone in his
query was obviously friendly.
"No problem." Klein thought for a moment before he said,
"You can fill me in on the details of the case on the carriage."
"Sure." Tolle stroked his thick blond beard and guided Klein
out of the Shooting Club. They boarded a carriage which was
stopped on the other side of the road.
There was the "two crossed swords and a crown" police
emblem on the carriage, and it came with a personal carriage
driver.
"Sir Deweyville is a believer of the Goddess, so we referred
the case to you," Tolle said quickly as he sat down.
"I know. The fine knight is a common figure on the covers of
newspapers and magazines." Klein flashed a friendly smile.
Tolle picked up the document docket beside him and
removed the seal before taking out the materials inside. As
he flipped through them, he explained, "Regardless, even if
you are aware of it, I need to provide you with the detailed
briefing.
"Sir Deweyville is one of the richest tycoons of Tingen City. He
built his career beginning with a lead and porcelain factory.
It has now expanded to steel, coal, shipping, banking, and
bonds. He is also a great philanthropist that has been praised
by the king, having set up the Deweyville Charity Foundation,
the Deweyville Trust, and the Deweyville Library... He was
also knighted five years ago... If he were willing to run for
mayor, I don't think anyone in Tingen City could contest with
him.
"But Backlund is his goal; he wants to become a member of
parliament. We once suspected that the harassment might
be related to this, but we have no clues to this date."
Klein nodded slightly and said, "We can't rule out that
possibility, but there's nothing to confirm that suspicion as
of now."
Tolle didn't dwell on this point. He continued, "From the sixth
of last month, Sir Deweyville has heard painful skin-numbing
moans every night when he sleeps, akin to a patient's fight
for his life. He has checked the surrounding rooms multiple
times, but he hasn't found anything unusual. His butler and
servants have also confirmed that they heard such sounds,
but it is simply softer for them.
"In the beginning, Sir Deweyville believed that this matter
would pass quickly and didn't pay too much attention to it.
But the moans became more and more frequent, to the point
of occasionally happening during the day. There was even
the addition of heart-wrenching cries."
"This has made Sir Deweyville lose sleep, time and time again
he had no choice but to leave Tingen to his villa in the
villages. But it was to no avail. The moans and cries
persisted. Similarly, the phenomenon persisted even in
Backlund, just that it wasn't as serious.
"He employed security guards to check his surroundings, but
they didn't find any clues. Our preliminary investigations
also came up with nothing.
"Sir Deweyville, who has been tortured for more than a
month, is on the brink of collapse. He visited psychiatrists
time and time again but was unable to have his problems
resolved. He told us that if this problem was not solved
within a month, he would leave Tingen and head to
Backlund. He believes that there would be people who can
help him there."
Klein listened the explanation but in mind he was thought
about the salary after sequence 8 and many contributions.
The carriage entered the Golden Indus borough while Klein
was still deep in thought. It stopped at the door of Sir
Deweyville's house.
After that Klein complete his mission. And returned the
headquarter.