Lord of the Mysteries

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.

…

Klein went to the value-for-money coffee shop in East

jacket as before, was sitting in a corner, matching

things he had prepared long ago, and pushed them towards

was payment consisting of two five-soli notes, four one-soli notes, and a handful of copper

before finally reaching out his right

his hand to wipe his eyes, and squeezed

carry the heavy goods and do some troublesome cleaning with our feet in the cold and dirty water,

was a total

later, he said, “What have

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, and some of them have been switching between the workhouse

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

will also have a

East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, hoping to use them

to the female textile workers. In the end, with the help of

street girls, and some have gone off somewhere. The entire East Borough is in

situation when Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos came to Backlund, he could come to East Borough to kill one or two people every day

heard daily before

was certain that he had never

was always at home doing the washing with her two daughters, but yesterday, when her two daughters were returning home from delivering the laundry, one of them ended up missing. The younger one, what a pity. She’s been a widow for years, and she has always been counting on her two daughters, and now… Sigh, the police in East Borough definitely won’t look

even worse situations because they have no ability to resist danger or change their environment… This phrase suddenly flashed through Klein’s

me to see them. I’m a detective, so maybe I can

no money,”

picked up his hat and cane and said, “I occasionally do volunteer

…

in the apartment which the two

hastened the pace of her new book, hoping to save the money needed for the Beyonder ingredients

wasn’t something one could write that easily. Fors scratched her hair irritably and decided to go out for a walk

she had unknowingly

was the Yosifov Clinic, a fairly large private clinic

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

two sides of the street had leaves fluttering down

she would occasionally visit personally to deliver medicine, give injections, or

That place should’ve been rented out again. There might have been several changes in tenants… I still remember when I came to

experiences, she

coat and a black half

a few minutes, seeing that no one was opening the door, the old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned

gently and urgently smiled,