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

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

things he had prepared long ago, and pushed

notes, four one-soli notes, and a handful of copper pennies specially designed to

stared straight at them for quite a while before finally reaching out his right

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

cleaning with our feet in the cold and dirty water,

a total of

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

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

one of the seven gods, why don’t we directly pray to the Creator of everything? It’s said that ‘He’ didn’t truly

redemption. Not only will we enter ‘His’ kingdom after death, but we will also have a better life before death. For example,

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

saying, “Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I paid attention to the female textile workers. In the end, with the

actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls,

was the situation when Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos came to Backlund, he could come to East Borough to kill

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

certain that he had never

daughters, but yesterday, when her two daughters were returning home from delivering the laundry, one of them ended up missing. The younger

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

to see

have no money,” Old Kohler reminded

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

…

in the apartment which

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

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

that she had unknowingly returned to a familiar

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

into the Beyonder world. She turned into a small alley

two sides of the street had leaves fluttering down the parasol tree. It was a relatively

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

been several changes in tenants… I still remember when I came to tidy up the items she left

experiences, she

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

minutes, seeing that no one was opening the door, the old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around. He whispered in puzzlement, “Still no

over, gently and urgently smiled, and said, “Beautiful lady, do you live in this district? Do you