The front door to Patrick Jason's house suddenly opened, and a group of Nighthawks in black coats jogged in.
They looked wary and wary, as if they were facing an extremely terrifying enemy.
Tap. Tap. Tap. A silver full-body armor walked in.
It gave off an abnormally heavy feeling, and every detail followed an ancient style. The area diagonally from the left shoulder to the lower abdomen was stained with dark red blood that couldn't be washed away. Together with the red spots that were splattered on other parts of the body, it formed a very bewitching and beautiful scene, like a unique and gorgeous decoration.
Soul Assurer Sostel took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.
"Switch."
The silver full-body armor stopped as it raised its hand to lift the visor, revealing the wearer inside. It was a rather handsome man with black hair and green eyes.
"Leonard, the master bedroom's bathroom on the second floor. Hot water is already prepared. Don't waste any time, or you'll have to return to the embrace of the Goddess," Sostel exhorted.
"Yes, Captain Sostel." With the help of the other Nighthawks, Leonard Mitchell took off the heavy blood-stained silver armor.
Wearing a red glove, he didn't exchange pleasantries or hesitate. He went straight to the second floor and found a bathtub that was still steaming with white steam.
With a swish, Leonard quickly took off his clothes and lay in the hot water. He didn't even reveal his nose.
His skin quickly turned red, like a cooked lobster. Strange silver patterns that looked like scars gradually seeped out of the surface.
The silver patterns were like pure sword beams that constantly spread outwards, fusing with the hot water.
In less than twenty seconds, the white steam disappeared, and a thin and transparent layer of ice even condensed on the surface of the hot water!
Only when all the silver patterns had dissipated did Leonard sit up and pant.
He tilted his head slightly as if he was listening to something.
Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Old Man, do you know the origins of 1-42?"
A slightly aged voice immediately sounded in his mind.
"You're getting more and more impolite.
"I don't know the origins of that strange armor."
Without waiting for Leonard to ask again, he chuckled.
"But I can probably recognize the owner of the blood."
"Who is it?" Leonard asked curiously.
The slightly aged voice said in a low voice,
"An Ancient God before the Cataclysm."
…
South of the bridge, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
Just as Klein stepped into the quiet prayer hall, he saw Father Utravsky and Vampire Emlyn White sitting on chairs, one in front of the other, one tall and one short. Their fingers were interlocked, and their palms were placed in front of their mouths and noses.
This was the exclusive prayer posture of the Church of Mother Earth.
At that moment, Emlyn White's expression was gentle and peaceful. There was no sign of the arrogance and vexation from before.
The corner of Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he silently drew a triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest.
He found a random seat and sat down. After the prayer was over, he walked to Emlyn White's side and smiled.
"You are exceptionally pious today."
"What?" Emlyn jolted awake as he muttered to himself with a pale face, "What did I do, what did I do …"
His voice gradually became softer, as if he had already recalled what he had just done.
"Perhaps it's not a bad thing." Klein comforted him with unconvincing words before sitting beside the vampire.
"I don't wish to hear others say that, although I feel my resistance to it diminish …" Emlyn's face was dark as he said in a mournful voice, "But, I don't wish to betray the moon!"
Klein didn't continue the topic that made the vampire sad and casually asked, "What's the matter?
He casually asked, "Do you Sanguine worship the Primordial Moon, or a particular deity that represents the moon? Or can the two be equated? "
"Both." Emlyn raised his chin slightly. "To orthodox Sanguine, it's naturally the deity that represents the moon. 'Her' name is Lilith, the ancestor of our Sanguine, an ancient god. As for the Sanguine that humans have become, they are more inclined to worship the Primordial Moon. Under normal circumstances, the two can be equated, but at times, they don't overlap and are different."
"Humans that have become Sanguine?" Klein wasn't surprised that Emlyn White could say the name of a Second Epoch ancient god, Lilith. Instead, he was more concerned about the so-called human becoming a Sanguine.
Is this the Vampire sequence that Mr. Aztec mentioned? He thought to himself.
Emlyn said with a complicated expression, "That's right.
"Yes, there are two types. One is transformed from the Embrace given by the powerful Blood Breeds, and the other is transformed from consuming the corresponding potion. The latter is our most hated enemy."
"Why?" Klein vaguely guessed the answer.
Emlyn gritted his teeth and replied,
"The main ingredient of their potion is our blood essence."
Indeed … Klein couldn't help but turn his head and size up Emlyn.
Emlyn, who felt inexplicably nervous from his stare, snorted.
"You're already a Beyonder. You can't switch pathways anymore!"
This is the first time I'm seeing a walking, no, living, no, speaking Beyonder ingredient … However, in a sense, every human Beyonder is also such an ingredient … Klein originally wanted to tease him, but he quickly felt a strong sense of sorrow.
At this moment, Emlyn looked at Bishop Utravsky, who was carefully wiping the Sacred Emblem of Life.
He suppressed his voice and said, "I found the two ingredients you wanted."
"What is it?" Klein didn't hide his joy.
Emlyn smoothly replied,
"The price for the Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland and its blood is 2,000 pounds for the former and 300 pounds for 100 milliliters of the latter, totaling 2,300 pounds."
2,300 … Klein blurted out.
"Can it be cheaper?"
After receiving his bail, he currently had a total of 2,185 pounds in cash.
To the middle class, this was already a rather ample amount of savings. Some might only be able to save up that much money in their entire lives, but Klein realized that it wasn't enough …
"No, if it wasn't for me, he would've wanted 2,800 pounds. According to the agreement, you have to pay me an additional 150 pounds, a total of 2,450 pounds," Emlyn said with a shake of his head.
Looking at Klein's expression, he hurriedly added, "In this era, dragons are rare.
Apart from the Sanguine with long lifespans, it's very difficult to find similar Beyonder ingredients elsewhere. Even if there are, they'll be more expensive. "
I'm still short of 265 pounds … I've painstakingly saved up so much money, and I'm about to use it all up. Furthermore, it's still not enough … I hope Mr. The Hanging Man can sell the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic as soon as possible … There's still the Human-skinned Shadow characteristic and the Deep-sea Naga's hair. It won't be much cheaper than this … I still can't determine the situation with Little Sun, so I'll have to behave myself for a period of time. The payment he owes me is best paid by removing the mental corruption of a Rampager from a mystical item. It's more discreet … Klein's thoughts instantly flashed as he felt the light outside the window dim significantly.
He took a deep breath and said, "Alright.
"Alright.
"But the deal will have to be delayed for some time. I recently offended a fellow who's being protected by official Beyonders. You don't want that seller to be locked in the cathedral's basement, right?"
And I still have to gather the remaining funds … Klein raised his head slightly and looked at the dome of the cathedral.
"Official Beyonder?" Emlyn White jumped in fright as he stood up abruptly and looked around.
Klein glanced at him and said,
"Don't worry about it. You're now a priest of the Church of Mother Earth. You have a legal identity, and Bishop Utravsky will protect you."
"I'm not …" Emlyn's denial was abnormally weak.
He sat down again and suddenly had a thought.
"Can those official Beyonders solve the problem of psychological cues?"
"Maybe." Klein nearly broke into laughter. "But that way, there's a high chance that you'll become a believer of the Evernight Goddess, the God of Steam and Machinery, or the Lord of Storms. Of course, you can also choose to become a member of the military's special department. They might send you abroad as a spy to seduce a noble lady."
"I only like dolls and pure and beautiful girls!" Emlyn immediately emphasized.
I can see that you're a little tempted, but only a little … Klein changed the subject.
"Do you know anyone from the Beria family? In Baekeland. "
"Beliel? That family of demon-worshipping lunatics? No, they are Devils themselves! "Emlyn blurted out in surprise." Why are you looking for them? "
Klein said helplessly,
"The person I offended was one of them, Patrick Jason Beria, because of a serial murder case.
"Help me inquire about his recent whereabouts and acquaintances in your circle. If there's any accurate information, I'll pay you. This depends on the importance of the information."
Of course, this can all be reimbursed by the Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and the military … Klein thought in a relaxed manner.
Emlyn nodded in thought.
"You actually dared to provoke a true demon.
"When you have accurate information about him, he will know that you will cause serious harm to him."
"It's fine. I have the protection of the official Beyonders," Klein replied indifferently.
Emlyn was momentarily speechless. After a few seconds, he said, "Alright, I'll give it a try.
"Alright, I'll give it a try. The minimum reward for the information is 20 pounds."
After settling this matter, Klein didn't stay any longer. He got up and walked towards the cathedral's door.
His mind was filled with the problem of how he was going to raise the money.
Miss Magicians's new book has already been published. There should be a considerable amount of guaranteed royalties, and there will be subsequent royalties. Perhaps I can sell her the Astrologer potion formula, but she hasn't even gathered the ingredients for the Trickmaster potion … Miss Justice has joined Psychological Alchemy, and I don't have the formula to sell it to her. Sell knowledge?
The Werewolf Beyonder characteristic is only about a thousand to three hundred pounds, and it might even be lower … Could it be that a mystical item will be produced? Or I can think of a way to make Emlyn White a believer of The Fool, and at the price of removing the psychological cue, I can receive offerings …
Right, Jason Beria is carrying a large amount of cash, jewelry, and precious metals. If I can find him, I might be able to get a share!
Amidst his thoughts, Klein walked out of the cathedral and saw the dark sky and thin fog.
He sighed softly.
"I'm short on money …"
…
Returning to Minsk Street, Klein walked into the bathroom with a thick stack of newspapers in hand, assuming the posture of someone who had been fighting for a long time.
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