Upon hearing Klein's question, Emlyn White jumped in fright and carefully sized him up.
"You're richer than I imagined."
He originally thought that Sherlock Moriarty would need at least a week to raise 2,450 pounds.
"I've been saving up for a long time," Klein replied with a sigh.
Emlyn nodded thoughtfully.
"Is being a private detective that profitable?"
"It's just an identity that makes it convenient for me to move around. If I don't encounter a huge bounty, I'll only earn two to three hundred pounds a year," Klein said frankly.
Emlyn glanced at him and pretended to ask casually, "What do you do?
"Then what do you actually do? Smuggling firearms and stealing from the vaults of the rich? For Beyonders below Sequence 7, there aren't many things that can quickly earn more than 2,000 pounds. Most of them are on the verge of breaking the law and committing crimes. "
You, a vampire, are talking to me about breaking the law? It seems like you're quite interested in earning quick money … Klein smiled and said, "You take on more dangerous missions.
If you're not afraid of death, you can give it a try. "
Emlyn shut his mouth and said after a long while, "Come to me in the evening.
"Come find me in the evening. I'll take you to the seller."
What a loyal vampire … Klein was about to agree when he suddenly felt that it wasn't safe.
What if the seller gets greedy at the sight of money? What if he doesn't have the corresponding Beyonder ingredients and just wants to trick me into robbing him? Emlyn White can be trusted, but the seller he introduces might not be … I have to find an excuse to do a divination above the gray fog to confirm the level of danger … Hmm, there's no need for it to be so complicated. There's a better way … Amidst his thoughts, Klein turned to look at Emlyn.
"No, you can go by yourself.
"I'll give you 1,000 pounds as an advance payment. Bring the two ingredients to the Harvest Church. After confirmation, I'll pay the rest. I believe the seller should be able to accept this method. This shows the trustworthiness of a noble Sanguine."
After being praised like this, Emlyn subconsciously raised his chin.
"There's no problem with this transaction method."
Having said that, he chuckled.
"Are you afraid that the other party won't keep their word? Will you feel at ease in the Harvest Church? "
"Of course, with a Goddess of the Earth's Chosen, who is over 2.2 meters tall and extraordinarily muscular, standing next to you, anyone would feel safe." Klein smiled and pointed at Father Utravsky. "Those who can deal with him won't care about two to three thousand pounds."
Emlyn's face darkened as he snorted.
"Aren't you worried that I'll pocket the thousand pounds advance payment?"
Klein leisurely looked ahead and said,
"Why should I be worried?
"You'll come back here every day, and you'll be easily found. A living vampire is worth more than a thousand pounds even if it's taken apart and sold."
Emlyn's sore spot was poked and he muttered angrily.
"Blood Clan! Do you understand? Vampires!
"Also, don't use the unit 'only'!"
Klein chuckled and didn't say anything else, waiting for the other party to calm down.
"We'll trade according to your request." Finally, Emlyn reached out and rubbed his temples.
Klein immediately took out the envelope he had received in the morning and handed it to the other party along with a thick stack of 1,000 pounds.
"See you here at eight tonight."
Emlyn counted the notes and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he warily stole a glance at Father Utravsky and suppressed his voice.
"Mr. Private Detective, as someone who often comes into contact with all kinds of intelligence and news, have you ever heard of an evil god named The Fool?"
Evil … Evil you … Klein nearly cursed inwardly.
He replied with his usual expression, "There have been a lot of people searching for the Fool recently.
"Recently, many people have been looking for believers of The Fool. Do you wish to join their ranks and obtain the corresponding bounty?"
Emlyn sighed.
"No, I'm just considering if I should pray to this evil god or evil spirit. Please? Help me remove the psychological cues. You know what has been circulating? As for the exact honorific name, as long as it's translated into Hermes or ancient Hermes, there's a chance of receiving a response … You're right? What do you know? How much harm will it bring to the believers? Will it forcefully change the believers' views? "
Although the target is me, I still want to say that my dear vampire friend, you're resorting to anything in your desperation … Klein said with mixed feelings, "The Fool is very mysterious.
"The Fool is very mysterious. Up to this day, other than the information you already know, no one else knows. The details, such as the scope of the clergy, or the corresponding prayer ritual.
"What puzzles me is that under such circumstances, why don't you consider your vampire, uh — Sanguine Ancestor, the ancient goddess, Lilith? As long as the ritual is correct and the offerings are appropriate,? She should be able to help you remove the psychological cues. "
Emlyn leaned back slightly and looked straight ahead without saying a word for a few seconds.
He seemed to turn deep in thought.
After a brief silence, he slowly said, "Before the Cataclysm, the Ancestor rarely responded.
"Before the Cataclysm, the First Ancestor rarely responded to prayers. Only some special matters could be answered? This doesn't include the removal of the psychological cues. "
In the legends of the City of Silver, the ancient goddess, Lilith, who represents the moon, has already had her authority reclaimed by the awakened Creator, or she might have perished in a battle of the gods earlier … Then, who is the one who occasionally responds to the Sanguine's prayers? The Primordial Moon? Klein deliberately pressed.
"Then, there's still the Primordial Moon that can be prayed to. Many underground Beyonder rituals can use it? The power of. "
This is mainly referring to the Shaman King and the corresponding creature … Klein added inwardly.
Emlyn's lips quivered, but he didn't say a word. There was an indescribable look of horror on his face.
After a long while, he said solemnly, "I believe that the Primordial Moon is the Primordial Moon.
Towards the Primordial Moon, I suspect, is disguised by an evil god or a high-level devil. Most people who pray will change bit by bit, becoming cruel, crazy, and filled with the desire to reproduce. As for the remaining ones, mainly the Sanguine, there's a high chance of them losing control on the spot and becoming true monsters.
"There was once a powerful Sanguine who tried praying due to danger, but in the end, she became a piece of meat that only knew how to mate and reproduce. She gave birth to strange offspring with cows, sheep, horses, rats, and even plants and rocks. Each of them was equivalent to creating a new species of monsters. Thankfully, she was quickly wiped out, and so were her descendants."
… The Primordial Moon is that dangerous? There's no mention of it in the Book of Secrets … Shaman King Klarman has already been corrupted? His thoughts have been corrupted? Thankfully, I'm only imitating and modifying it. The target of the prayer is myself … Klein's heart raced in fright from Emlyn White's description.
This made him deeply realize that the hidden existences other than the seven deities weren't that trustworthy.
Apart from me … He sighed.
At this moment, Emlyn smiled bitterly.
"If the negative effects brought about by The Fool weren't that great, Towards? Praying isn't something that can't be considered. "
The only effect is that you have to pay a certain amount of remuneration … In order to maintain his image, Klein could only pat Emlyn on the shoulder and draw a triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest.
"It's very dangerous to pray to a hidden existence that you don't know the situation. In that case, why don't you choose a religion you like from the seven deities? It's not like 'They' will affect your daily life or make you abandon your dolls. "
"If there's really no other way …" Emlyn suddenly realized that he was calmer than he imagined.
Klein didn't stay any longer as he squeezed into the corridor and walked out of the Harvest Church.
Looking at the foggy sky outside, he began to consider what he should do next.
Without a doubt, his current focus was on saving money and searching for ingredients.
I need to stabilize Little Sun to prevent myself from being suspected again. I'll use the method of removing a Rampager's mental corruption as payment for the promised remuneration … The Deep-sea Naga's hair can be entrusted to Mr. Hanging Man, while the Human-skinned Shadow's characteristics will depend on myself … There hasn't been any news from Emlyn White and Old Mr. Stanton for more than a month. I need to change channels … Yes, it's been so long. The High-Sequence Beyonders from Rose School shouldn't be closely monitoring the Bravehearts Bar. I'll take a look around in the evening and see if I can contact Miss Sharon and Marić … Klein quickly came up with an idea.
And in order to go to the Bravehearts Bar, he had to first head to East Borough and change into his worker's clothes in the one-bedroom apartment he rented on Black Palm Street.
With this in mind, he walked to the public carriage stop opposite.
…
On the outskirts of West Borough, in Grimm Cemetery.
Fors Wall, who was wearing a black gauze hat, quietly walked beside Dorian Gray, a member of the House of Abraham. She accompanied him to visit the graves of Lawrence, Aulisa, and the others and lay flowers.
As she silently walked forward, her thoughts were completely focused on the Beyonder ingredient, Spirit Eater's stomach pouch.
She knew that she had already digested the Apprentice potion. As long as she obtained the Spirit Eater's stomach pouch, she could become a Trickmaster, but she still didn't have any clues to the corresponding item. As for Sun, who had the most hope of helping her, he didn't dare to hold a ritual or invite his friends to hunt Spirit Eaters because of what had happened previously.
In order to quickly improve herself and escape the curse of the full moon, she even prayed to Mr. Fool and asked his adorer to help her find the ingredients. During this process, she revealed that her new book had been published and that she was about to receive a guaranteed royalty fee to prove that she had sufficient purchasing power. She wasn't worried that Mr. Fool would know of her real identity, because she believed that Mr. Fool definitely knew very well.
In a secluded, tranquil, and cold environment, Fors and Dorian stopped in front of Lawrence's grave.
Looking at the photo that was taken after his death and reading the epitaph that said, "He was a good teacher," Dorian Gray fell silent for a long time before sighing.
"How ironic …"
"Why?" Fors asked in surprise.
She had previously heard Lawrence mention that he was a public school teacher in Midseashire's Constant City, so she had used such an epitaph.
"This has nothing to do with you. It's our family's business." Dorian gave a self-deprecating laugh and bent down to put down the flowers.
After straightening his body, he looked ahead and suddenly said, "It's my fault.
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