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

as before, was sitting in

came in front of him, took out the things he had prepared

notes, four one-soli notes, and a

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

money over and over again, raised his hand to wipe his eyes,

with our

there was a total of 15

silence. A few seconds later, he said, “What have you heard recently? What did you

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

pray to the Creator of everything? It’s said that ‘He’

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

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

In the end, with the help of the police, their struggles failed,

for new jobs, some have become street girls,

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

daily before saying, “By

was certain that he had

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 widow for years, and she has always been counting on her two daughters, and now… Sigh, the police

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

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

have no money,” Old

and cane and said, “I

…

Borough, in the apartment which

hastened the pace of her new book, hoping to save the

write that easily. Fors scratched her hair

she had

Yosifov Clinic, a fairly large private clinic where she had

of the old lady who had guided her into the

sides of the street had leaves fluttering down the

remembered that the old lady lived at Unit 39. Back then, she would occasionally visit personally to

came to tidy up the items she left behind. I discovered many notebooks about mysticism… Fors

experiences, she gradually gained

an old man in a heavy woolen coat and a black half top hat standing in front of

one was opening the door, the old man with

gently and urgently smiled, and said, “Beautiful lady, do you live in