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

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

him, took out the things he

consisting of two five-soli notes, four one-soli notes, and a handful of copper pennies specially designed to increase the

a while before finally reaching out his right hand to take them with a

again, raised his hand to wipe his eyes,

cleaning with our feet in

a total of 15

seconds later, he said, “What have you heard recently?

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 and the parks.

don’t we directly pray to the Creator of everything? It’s said

will result in 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

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

end, with the help of the police,

street girls, and some

Borough to kill one or two people every day without anyone discovering or noticing the act… Klein sighed in his

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

was certain that he

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 widow

meet with even worse situations because they have no ability to resist danger or change their environment… This

“Take me to see them. I’m a detective,

They have no money,” Old Kohler

and said,

…

in the apartment which the two ladies

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

that easily. Fors scratched her hair irritably and decided to

walked, she found that she had unknowingly returned

ahead of her was the Yosifov Clinic, a fairly large private clinic where she had first

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

sides of the street had leaves fluttering down the parasol

occasionally visit personally to deliver medicine, give injections,

I still remember when I came to tidy up the items she left behind. I discovered many notebooks about

she

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

old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around. He whispered in puzzlement, “Still no

He hurriedly walked over, gently and urgently smiled, and said, “Beautiful lady, do you live