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.

…

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

who was still wearing the same thick jacket as before, was sitting in a corner, matching tea that barely

took out the things he had prepared long ago, and pushed

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

quite a while before finally reaching out his right hand

at the money over and over again, raised his hand

and do some troublesome cleaning with our feet in the cold and dirty

there was a total of

he said, “What have you heard recently? What did you

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 I was a tramp. Some of them have found employment in factories, and some

rumor from who-knows-where that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don’t we directly pray to the Creator of everything? It’s said that ‘He’

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

spread about the Fallen Creator? After what happened to Lanevus, they’ve begun to pay attention to the poor in 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

female textile workers. In the end, with the help of the police, their struggles failed,

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

East Borough to kill one or two

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

certain that he had never

Kohler then said in realization, “She’s the laundry maid you and Mr. Reporter met last time, the one who was arguing with someone. She 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

situations because they have no ability to resist danger or change their environment… This phrase

few seconds of stone-like silence, he said, “Take me to see them. I’m a detective, so maybe I

no money,”

picked up his hat and cane and said,

…

which the two ladies originally

life as a bounty hunter, and Fors hastened the pace of her new book,

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

she had unknowingly returned to

her was the Yosifov Clinic, a fairly large private clinic where

while, Fors thought of the old lady who had guided her into the Beyonder world. She turned into

down the parasol tree. It

remembered that the old lady lived at Unit 39. Back then, she would occasionally visit personally to deliver medicine, give injections, or even

years. That place 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 left behind. I discovered many notebooks about mysticism… Fors walked under the nearly barren parasol tree and slowly approached Unit

she recalled her past experiences, she

in a heavy woolen coat and a black half top hat standing in front of Unit 39. He had rung the

opening the door, the old man with blue eyes

looking at him from nearby. He hurriedly walked over, gently and urgently smiled, and said, “Beautiful