After waiting for more than half an hour and confirming that nothing unexpected had happened, Klein and Emlyn White left Lawyer Jurgen’s house and proceeded in silence, each of them preoccupied with their own thoughts. Soon, they arrived outside 15 Minsk Street.

The vampire, Emlyn White, put his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly, and said, “The payment has been paid. I hope we won’t meet again in the future.”

That sounds pretty cool, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important?Klein smiled politely.

“I will visit Bishop Utravsky every now and then, and I hope you will not be at the Harvest Church when the time comes.

“That way, I don’t have to busy myself with finding a way to solve the inducing suggestion planted in your psyche.”

Emlyn White’s expression suddenly became very strange. He stayed silent for two seconds before he raised his chin and said, “We have many powerful mysticologists among the Sanguine. I will write to them for help.”

After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand to his chest and bowed to bid farewell.

Turning around and taking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked hesitantly, “What were you cooking over here?”

“Beef bone radish soup, with rice and chili peppers from the Feynapotter highlands,” Klein said in anticipation as he breathed in the fragrance drifting out from the house.

Emlyn frowned and shook his head.

“Chili peppers aren’t things fancied by the Sanguine.”

Frankly speaking, it’s hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili peppers. Of course, I occasionally imagine a vampire holding a steamed bun and chewing on garlic and onions… Klein silently lampooned, pointed to the door, and indicated that he was about to enjoy his dinner.

Emlyn White thought for a second, lowered his voice, and said in deliberation, “Last night, I thought over things for a long time and found out that you actually didn’t do anything, so why are you asking for compensation? That old man would’ve let me leave at any moment.”

Klein chuckled.

“No, that’s not how the accounts are done. Your parents assigned a mission to find you, not to save you. In the end, I found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.

“Besides, if I hadn’t reminded you, you might’ve stayed in Harvest Church for weeks or months before you realized that you were free to leave. Furthermore, you wouldn’t have noticed the seed planted in your mind.”

“Are you hinting that my intelligence isn’t up to par?” Emlyn’s face twisted.

No, I’m saying it directly… Klein smiled but didn’t say anything else. He just opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, his mind full of the clear and alluring soup, the white rice, the soft yet chewy beef, the marrow hidden deep in the bones, the sweet, refreshing radishes with meaty flavors, and the shredded chili from the Feynapotter highlands.

In the spicy-hot shreds, there were also pink rose salt and green parsley leaves.

morning, as promised, Klein went to the value-for-money coffee shop in East

was still wearing the same thick jacket as before, was sitting in a corner, matching tea that barely tasted like tea with a loaf of black

front of him, took out the things he had prepared long

two five-soli notes, four one-soli notes, and a handful of

at them for quite a while before finally reaching out his right hand to

looked at the money over and over again, raised his hand

and do some troublesome cleaning with our feet in the cold and dirty water, only for one soli a

total of

said, “What have you heard recently? What did

eyes and said, “I’ve met a lot of dockworkers, and I’ve reconnected with friends I used to know when I was a tramp. Some of them have found employment in factories,

rumor from who-knows-where that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don’t we directly pray to the Creator

death, but we will also have a better life before death. For example, we don’t need to

East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, hoping to use them for certain purposes? I wonder if the three Churches have noticed this… They probably have…Klein tucked a piece of butter between two slices

for a while before saying, “Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I paid attention to the female textile workers. In the end, with

have become street girls,

East Borough to kill one or two people every

continued to recount what he saw and heard daily before saying, “By the way, Liv’s youngest

was certain that he had never heard of

returning home from delivering the laundry, one of them ended up missing. The younger one,

they have no ability to resist danger or change their environment…

few seconds of stone-like silence, he said, “Take me to see them.

money,” Old Kohler reminded

hat and cane and said, “I occasionally do volunteer work

apartment which the

her new book, hoping to save

Fors scratched her hair irritably and decided to go out for a walk to seek

she found that she had unknowingly returned to

a fairly large private

her into the Beyonder world. She turned into a small alley on the right and took

had leaves fluttering down the parasol tree. It was

occasionally visit

again. There might have been several changes in tenants… I still remember when I came to

she recalled her past experiences, she gradually gained some inspiration for

heavy woolen coat and a black half top hat

with blue

hurriedly walked over, gently and urgently smiled, and said, “Beautiful lady, do you live in this district? Do you know Laubero

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