I have a Synthesizer

Leaving the academy.

Klein once again boarded a carriage, inside which sat several people, some silent, others sobbing softly.

Judging by the scene, these people must have failed the entrance exam.

Klein closed his eyes and remained silent, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention and animosity.

Along the way, besides the quiet weeping, only the "clop-clop" of the horses' hooves could be heard.

In contrast to the liveliness before, Palomia was now exceptionally quiet.

The people living in this city seemed to know that today was the day of the entrance examination, and hardly any noise could be heard.

Many students' parents and family members looked towards the Royal Academy with hopeful eyes, hoping that their children would successfully pass the exam.

…

Therefore, after Joe's reminder, Klein's cautiousness had reached its peak.

Carefully lifting the first neatly folded piece of clothing, he examined it closely.

Before going to the Royal Academy, he had folded a small cross-shaped crease inside this piece of clothing.

Such a crease would not normally occur when folding clothes, but now when he looked, the crease was gone.

Klein's expression darkened slightly.

Continuing to remove the top layers of clothing, he lifted the third piece of clothing, which also had a cross-shaped crease folded inside.

But the result was the same as with the first piece of clothing; the crease was gone.

Klein wasn't a paranoid person; these creases were just basic precautions when staying away from home.

Just like when he traveled and stayed in hotels in his previous life, he would always check the room for cameras with his phone.

Caution had become a habit for him, but he never expected to actually encounter something.

If there was still a possibility that the first piece of clothing was touched by the staff, causing the crease to disappear,

then the third piece of clothing, which was pressed down, had absolutely no reason to be disturbed.

The only conclusion was that someone had tampered with his suitcase.

Klein didn't make any noise; he simply closed his eyes and quietly adjusted his mindset.

Joe's words appeared in his mind again.

[The Soul Stone isn't something that's easy to obtain.]

“Joe said that with a double meaning. I just don’t know if these people are here to find the Soul Stone. It seems that this thing is quite a hot potato.”

But even so, Klein didn't have the slightest intention of giving up the Soul Stone.

This was a genuine miracle-level item. Even if he didn't know its specific function, there was no way Klein would give it up.

Opening his eyes again, Klein's expression had returned to normal. He adjusted his expression to present a relaxed and cheerful state.

He was somewhat grateful that he had taken away the important things beforehand. His luggage was just clothes and daily necessities, without any valuables.

There was nothing valuable or that would reveal information, just a simple suitcase.

Klein didn't suspect that this was the work of a thief. A thief wouldn't be so meticulous as to make everything perfect, not taking even a thread from him.

He didn't plan to abandon the suitcase here. If he abandoned the suitcase, it would only indicate that he had discovered someone was spying on him and investigating him.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he picked up the suitcase again and walked downstairs.

Arriving on the first floor, two men in black military uniforms walked straight towards him.

As they passed Klein, one of them bumped into him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was thinking about something and didn’t see the road. I’m really sorry.”

The man apologized to Klein very politely, and Klein nodded to indicate it was nothing.

But turning his head, intuition told Klein that these two people were coming for him.

“The ones who rummaged through my suitcase? Looking for the Soul Stone? Heh.

If the attribute panel had a luck stat, then my luck is probably negative!”

Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

“Black military uniforms? What department do they belong to?”

The military uniforms of Tyrrelia were all the same style, but the colors differed for different departments.

The standard soldier uniforms were dark blue, while the city security department uniforms were green. The uniforms of generals and above were red or white.

Klein didn't have any information about black military uniforms in his previous memories.

“Forget it, I’ll go back to the academy first.”

Picking up the tampered-with suitcase, Klein once again boarded a carriage by the roadside.

…

Palomia City Security Bureau.

In a certain room in the Security Bureau's basement, a group of men in black military uniforms were gathered.

“Captain, the background information on Klein and the other two has been investigated.

Father, Esmond-Alex, an arcane research professor at the Royal Academy.

Said to be a famous good-for-nothing, a 4th-5th tier arcane mage, currently on academic exchange at Hogwarts.

Mother, Katie, a 4th-5th tier swordsman, deputy commander of the Security Department's border guard stationed in the Eastern Territory. Said to be powerful, with the same rank as you, Colonel.”

The scarred man nodded.

“If she’s a fifth-tier, that’s indeed a bit troublesome, but she’s from the Eastern Territory Security Department. No matter how long her arm is, it can’t reach the capital. What about Klein’s specific situation?”

“Nothing suspicious has been found for the time being.”

“All of Klein’s luggage has been searched, and I’ve also touched his body.

He’s indeed just a newly initiated arcane mage, with no signs of suppressed strength.”

“Okay, I understand.” The captain said indifferently.

“Continue the investigation. It’s the Royal Academy’s entrance season now, and there are so many foreigners.”

“The appearance of a second-tier necromancer and an unknown professional near the capital will cause no small amount of chaos if the news gets out, so this matter must be thoroughly investigated.”

“Yes!” After the black-clad men collectively saluted, they left the room in an orderly fashion.

After all the black-clad men had left, a voice appeared behind Jason.

“Lord, Lord Prometheus is becoming difficult to deal with. The higher-ups are also asking why the operation to spread magic addiction hasn’t been carried out yet. If this continues, we won’t be able to hold them off.”

Jason’s face darkened.

“That trash Hector actually lost the Soul Stone, disrupting our rhythm all at once.

The resources that the Soul Stone would have brought were enough to deal with Prometheus. That bastard.

As long as we have enough time to develop, one day, we might even surpass Kukasairo, Prometheus.”

“Then, Lord, what do we do now? We have to handle the Black Cross’s mission and complete the Skull Society’s orders. We’re very short-handed.”

“First, draw some people to investigate Klein and the other two. See if we can retrieve the Soul Stone.”

Jason loosened his collar, suppressing the irritation in his heart. A skull tattoo began to appear on the back of his hand.

The skull tattoo emitted a faint glow in the darkness, gradually igniting into a gray-blue flame.

After a while, the flame extinguished, and the skull tattoo gradually disappeared.

The scarred-faced man seemed to have received some information.

“Continue spreading magic addiction. This matter must be done. Use informants to disguise first. Don’t touch our own people in the Dark Crusades.”

“Yes!”