"No, it's just good luck. It's just that God is blessing me." Klein modestly made way and invited Stuart in.
What he said was actually the truth. This matter was indeed due to good luck. Long before the other party took on the mission, he had already known where Emlyn White was.
As Stuart took off his tweed coat and hat, he hung them on the shelf in the foyer and said with a shiver, "This darn weather is getting colder.
"This damn weather, it's getting colder and colder. Maybe I should try those cotton-stuffed coats."
"You can't call this cold, right? Go north of Midseashire and stay in Winter County for a day. You'll understand what true low temperatures and true winter are, "Klein chuckled.
Immediately after, he generously asked a question.
"A cup of hot coffee?"
"That's exactly what I'm hoping for." Stuart followed him to the activity room on the first floor. "I've been to the north of Midseashire, so I know about the low temperatures and heavy snow there. It was a rather wonderful vacation, but Backlund's cold isn't bad either. It's like magic, penetrating my clothes and seeping into my bones. Oh, a fireplace that makes one want to praise!"
Stuart stood in front of the burning charcoal fireplace for a full twenty seconds before sitting on the sofa. He looked at Klein, who was busy brewing instant coffee.
"I plan on going south for a New Year's holiday to Desi Bay to fish. What about you? What vacation plans do you have? We endured the air of Baekeland for a year and worked hard to save up money for such a vacation. "
"Perhaps it's also to Desi Bay …" Klein said hesitantly. He looked sideways at Stuart's face, his expression momentarily a little dazed.
This was related to a promise.
An agreement with his brother, Baansen, and his sister, Melissa.
"Haha, I'll show you my sea fishing skills," Stuart chattered. "We still don't have enough money. Otherwise, we would really want to go to Feysac, Intis, or even the Southern Continent."
Klein finished brewing the coffee and handed the white porcelain cup to him. He took two steps back and sat opposite him.
Stuart held the cup and took two deep breaths of the warm, fragrant air.
After a few seconds, he put down the cup and said very formally,
"According to our agreement, I will share the reward I received this time with you.
"Mr. and Mrs. White gave you fifty pounds altogether, and you obviously contributed more than I did.
"Sherlock, how about 30 pounds? I still have to pay my informants for their hard work. "
Only 50 pounds? A vampire is only worth 50 pounds? Klein could not help but curse in his heart.
However, he also knew that it wasn't that the Whites didn't want to increase the reward. They were probably worried that if they gave too much money, it would scare the detectives and make them have unnecessary associations, which would then attract the attention of the police or some official organizations.
To an ordinary private detective, a fifty-pound mission was tempting enough. Back when Klein hired someone to investigate all the houses with red chimneys in Tingen City and the small towns in the suburbs, he had only spent about seven pounds.
"In addition, Mr. and Mrs. White also gave you an extra pound, saying that it's your fare for the next few days." Stuart took out six five-pound notes and one one-pound note with slight doubt.
Klein took it and casually checked its authenticity. He didn't explain about the fare.
Stuart didn't ask any further. He smiled and said,
"Other than Mr. Stanton, you're the most outstanding detective I've ever met. Did you enter the profession halfway, or did you learn from a great detective in the past?"
Which detective did he learn from? That's a lot. What Sherlock Holmes, what Hercules Poirot, what ten-thousand-year primary school student, what swindler in the name of his grandfather … Klein silently lampooned.
He thought for a moment.
"I'm from Midseashire. I did a lot of work in the early days before I became a detective."
"That's why you're so knowledgeable!" Stuart said in realization.
Hey, your flattery is making me a little embarrassed … Klein smiled but did not respond.
Stuart took a sip of coffee and said,
"Sherlock, if I encounter a difficult case that I can't solve in the future, I hope I can ask you for help."
My connections in the detective world have also been established … Klein replied cautiously, "That's right.
"At that time, if I'm free."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Stuart tactfully bade farewell. Klein walked him all the way to the lobby.
After putting on his coat and hat, Stuart was about to open the door when he suddenly turned around and said sincerely,
"Sherlock, you're too simple.
"Your talent deserves better coffee."
Ah? Klein was taken aback at first before he felt a little awkward.
He laughed dryly.
"I can't tell the difference between good and bad coffee. It's all the same to me."
…
After sending Stuart off, Klein went out and bought a few beef bones and some beef from a butcher's shop. He also went to a vegetable shop to buy radishes and other ingredients, as well as the corresponding seasonings.
He wanted to prepare beef bone radish soup for dinner to accompany the remaining rice. As for lunch, he found a random restaurant on the street and had a lamb chop.
In the leisurely afternoon, Klein continued studying the Book of Secrets. The more he read, the more he felt that he knew too little about mysticism.
Thankfully, he had a solid foundation, and he could quickly grasp many things the moment he came into contact with it.
In the evening, he caught a whiff of the alluring fragrance of the beef bone radish soup. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice.
He heard the doorbell again, and it was like a bugle call for dinner.
Gulping a mouthful of saliva, Klein walked to the back of the door and reached out to grab the handle.
The visitor's appearance naturally appeared in his mind. It was none other than the handsome but not masculine red-eyed vampire, Emlyn White.
There's no need to rush me … He's a guy who keeps his word … Klein opened the door and smiled.
"Good evening, Mr. White."
Emlyn lifted his chin, letting his impatience show.
Just as he was about to speak, Klein sized up the brown priest robe he was wearing and revealed a knowing smile.
"You just came from the Harvest Church?"
Who said that he could last night?
Emlyn immediately couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.
He gritted his teeth and said, "That old man, that old man …
"Damn it, how do I get rid of that darn hint?"
Without waiting for Klein's reply, he patted the clothes on his chest and pulled a long face.
"Take me to the patient.
"A sumptuous dinner is waiting for me."
As he spoke, he sniffed indiscernibly, as if he had smelled something.
Klein didn't say anything else as he took his coat and hat.
"Alright, I'll take you there now."
After closing the door and taking a few steps, he cautiously asked,
"Do you have a medical license?"
How else could he convince Lawyer Jurgen to allow Mrs. Doris to take the medicine?
Emlyn looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
"I don't need that kind of document to prove my ability."
Before Klein frowned, he nonchalantly added, "You're right.
"It's too simple. I just had to deal with it and I got it."
[You sound like you're quite proud of your medical license …] Klein smiled but didn't say anything.
Emlyn looked at the wet ground in front of him and casually said, "That's right.
"Do you know what I like most about Baekeland?"
"What?" Klein asked curiously.
Emlyn chuckled.
"The sky is gloomy for a long period of time, and the fog that obscures the Sun, so even if I go out during the day, I won't feel too uncomfortable.
"This is great, except for the bad air."
In other words, vampires would really be harmed by sunlight? Thankfully, I considered this yesterday and deliberately didn't bring the Sun Brooch. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to communicate with Emlyn … Klein seemed to understand something.
As they spoke, they arrived outside Jurgen's house. Klein stepped forward and rang the doorbell.
After a while, the door opened, and Mrs. Doris, who was also dressed thickly at home, said in surprise,
"Detective, are you here as a guest?"
The black cat, Brody, silently squatted by the side as he warily looked at Emlyn, as though he felt that something was amiss.
Klein pointed at the vampire beside him.
"I got to know a new doctor who's good at treating lung diseases, so I specially invited him to take a look at you. This is Dr. Emlyn White."
"Is that so? You still remember this matter? What good children you are! "Doris cheerfully invited them to come in.
Child … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, but he didn't say a word in the end.
On the way into the living room, Emlyn lowered his voice and said to him, "This patient's problem is irreversible.
"This patient's problem is irreversible. She is very old, and her body is quite weak.
"Even if I give her the medicine, she'll only be able to survive this winter at best. She'll pass away in three to five years.
"Unless there's the legendary Immortality Potion or something similar, this is the only way. Or, turn her into a Sanguine? But at her age, she can no longer withstand the changes a Beyonder characteristic will bring to her body. Besides, my parents and I don't have any additional characteristics. "
Irreversible … Klein was taken aback as he sighed silently.
He said to Emlyn, "Concoct the medicine for her first.
"Let's concoct the medicine for her first. We'll talk about it after this winter."
"Alright, I have a finished medicine that's suitable for this situation." Emlyn sat down on the sofa without standing on ceremony.
At this moment, Jurgen took off his apron and came out of the kitchen. He asked Klein the reason for his visit.
"Dr. White, what do you think of my grandmother's lung disease?" Jurgen asked solemnly.
Emlyn was clearly very good at such situations. He first explained his understanding of lung diseases, and after making Jurgen dizzy, he said, "What she needs the most is warm and healthy air.
"What she needs most is warm and healthy air. This is my most sincere advice."
"In addition, I have a special medicine that you can try for free."
As he spoke, he took out his physician's license and a small metal bottle.
"Will there be any side effects?" Jurgen asked cautiously.
"No, the only problem is that it can't cure the problem at all. It's only a temporary cure," Emlyn replied in a very professional manner. "If it weren't for Detective Moriarty, I wouldn't have let anyone try it out."
"Perhaps we can give it a try? Ahem … "Mrs. Doris interrupted.
Jurgen glanced at Klein, and the latter, who had done a divination beforehand, gave an affirmative nod.
"Alright." Jurgen finally made his decision.
He watched warily as Mrs. Doris drank the bottle of medicine, carefully observing her reaction.
Mrs. Doris didn't change at first, but she gradually felt that her breathing was becoming easier.
She stood up, bent down to hug the cat, and said happily, "I feel much better!"
Seeing this scene, the corners of Jurgen's mouth curled up slightly.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Jurgen's usually solemn and unsmiling face actually curled up slightly.
But what Klein thought was:
Three to five years.
He smiled and sighed inwardly.
This can also be considered a kind of magic show, using Beyonder powers to create a false outcome to make the audience happy …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
