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.

…

to the value-for-money

jacket as before, was sitting in a corner, matching tea that barely tasted like tea with

front of him, took out the things he

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

finally reaching out his right hand to take them with a

looked at the money over and over again, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and

cleaning with our feet in the cold and dirty

was a total of

said,

away his payment, took another sip of his tea, pinched the corners of his eyes and said, “I’ve met a lot of dockworkers, and I’ve reconnected with friends I used to know when

directly pray to

our redemption. Not only will we enter ‘His’ kingdom after death, but we will also have a better life before death. For example, we don’t need to work so hard, and we can have butter and oily

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

end, with the help of the police, their struggles failed, but, heh heh, the leaders

are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, and some have gone off somewhere. The

East Borough to kill one or two people every day without

heard daily

that he

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,

to meet with even worse situations because they have no ability to resist danger or change

silence, he said, “Take me to see them. I’m a detective, so maybe I

money,” Old Kohler

hat and cane and said, “I occasionally

…

Borough, in the apartment which

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

a book wasn’t something one could write that easily. Fors scratched her hair irritably and decided

she walked, she found that she had unknowingly returned

ahead of her was the Yosifov Clinic, a fairly large private clinic

the old lady who had guided her into the Beyonder

the street had leaves fluttering down the parasol

Back then, she would occasionally visit personally to

should’ve been rented out again. There might have been several changes in tenants… I still remember when I came to tidy up the items she

experiences, she gradually gained some inspiration for

in a heavy woolen coat and a black half top hat standing in

man with blue eyes shook his head

noticed Fors who was looking at him from nearby. He hurriedly walked over, gently and urgently smiled, and