Bounty, fare, potions with extraordinary effects... Emlyn White was momentarily stunned into silence.
This was not the answer he had expected.
"Gentlemanly manners?" the Vampire wondered blankly.
As a Detective, being able to keep accurate accounts is an essential quality, and besides, you also delayed my trip to the Cragg Club. I wonder what the limited supply is these days... Klein looked at Emlyn White and muttered to himself, half-jokingly.
After a few seconds, Emlyn forced a smile:
"You have to see the patient to prepare the appropriate medication."
Judging from his tone, he seems quite confident... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He immediately thought of a question:
The White family seems to be excellent Potion. If I were injured or poisoned, I could easily go to them for treatment... All that effort I put into getting the " Apothecary " recipe from Father Utravsky would be useless now, wouldn't it? I wouldn't need to train another skilled healing assistant... Plans never go as expected...
However, it wasn't a complete waste; we've already recouped our costs from the " Magician " lady. As long as a formula exists, it will always have value...
Furthermore, the White family will definitely move away from River Bend Avenue and settle down again in hiding, so I might not be able to find them; it's not that convenient...
No, before the " Nightmare Candle " Psychological Suggestion is resolved, you should be able to wait at the Harvest Church and see Emlyn White...
Thinking of this, Klein took off his hat and bowed:
"No problem, I'll take you there then."
I won't take up any more of your time.
Emlyn White's expression shifted, and he hesitated before saying:
"If you can remove the effects of the Nightmare Candle, you can receive more rewards, and..."
He paused, then raised his chin and said, "And the friendship of the Sanguine."
I am a "magician," possessing only a sun brooch and a vial of bio-toxins. My use of the mind-body level is limited to psychic abilities. What can I do? Among the people I know, only Miss "Justice" comes close, but she's only Sequence 8, merely a "mind reader"... Unless, unless you convert to "the fools who don't belong to this era," we can study how to use the knowledge recorded in the Book of Secrets to help you solve this problem through the corresponding ritual... Speaking of which, vampires seem to be worshippers of the primordial moon, much like the Witch King and his ilk... Could the ancient god recorded in Silver City, Lilith, the progenitor of vampires, be the primordial moon? Klein chuckled, his thoughts wandering:
"I'll keep an eye out for the right approach for you."
Emlyn White nodded, said nothing more, and impatiently turned and rushed towards the door.
If the coachman hadn't been nearby, he would have definitely spread his black bat wings and soared directly to the second floor.
Klein chuckled and shook his head with a touch of melancholy.
He took the same horse-drawn carriage he had just been in, arrived at the nearby Steam subway station, and then made his way back to 15 Minsk Street in the Cherwood Borough.
Before entering, Klein, as was his habit, opened the mailbox to check for mail.
To his surprise, there really was a letter.
The letter had no stamp; it was addressed to Sherlock Moriarty Detective signed Jurgen Cooper.
Jurgen Lawyer Klein picked up the envelope with a puzzled look and tore it open casually.
By the light of the streetlamp, he saw a piece of paper and two banknotes inside.
The two banknotes have denominations of 1 Soli and 5 Soli respectively.
A total of 6 Soli... During this time, I fed the cat three times... The agreement was 2 Soli each time... Klein Door Opening and entered the house with a sudden realization, and lit the gas lamp.
Unfolding the letter, he found that there wasn't much written on it, but Jurgen's handwritten words, like the man himself, were meticulous, serious, and reserved.
"Dear Detective Moriarty:"
"Thank you for taking care of Brody during this time; this is your well-deserved reward."
"I rang the doorbell twice, but you weren't home, so I put the payment in an envelope and dropped it in your mailbox."
"If I don't do this, I might not be free to come again until tomorrow evening, which would mean missing the time we verbally agreed on, which my grandmother promised tonight."
"As a Lawyer, I value the validity of verbal contracts and expect them to be strictly enforced."
Finally, thank you again.
Jurgen Cooper.
"Lawyer, your thanks are so dry and meaningless, not even as good as Brody's. Your explanation of the behavior is very detailed, which is typical Jurgen style... Besides, why put it in a mailbox? If I were on Earth, before I transmigrated, I might not even check the mailbox downstairs once every few months... "Klein smiled, folded the banknotes, put them in his pocket, and then took out a letter to Detective Stuart.
After the initial pleasantries, he carefully wrote:
"... I found Emlyn White at the Harvest Church near Tuttwa Street Emlyn White. It's a very small church, belonging to the Church of the Earth Mother, which is quite rare in Loen... Emlyn White claimed that he ran away from home because of certain things, and was later taken in by the bishop of the Harvest Church, where he lived and became a..."
Klein thought for a moment and wrote down the word "volunteer".
Then, he said succinctly:
"After my persuasion, he has returned to 48 River Bend Avenue; however, he may frequently volunteer at Harvest Church."
After writing it, Klein read it through once, then put down his pen and neatly folded the letter.
He found the envelope but didn't affix the corresponding stamp, intending to hire someone to deliver it directly to Stuart's house the next day.
If the letter were sent through the kingdom's postal system, even if it were placed in the mailbox now, it wouldn't be picked up until tomorrow. After that, there would be sorting and delivery processes. Therefore, although both are in the royal capital Backlund, Stuart would at least not see the letter until the day after tomorrow, before he could possibly notify the White couple Emlyn White is currently penniless and only has Puppet.
This was also so that he could receive his reward sooner... Klein chuckled, tidied up the coffee table, and went upstairs to brush his teeth and take a bath.
On Wednesday morning, after spending 2 Soli to have a letter delivered by a coachman, Klein bought some of the main ingredients for Desi paella, planning to make fried rice with eggs today.
Thinking of the fluffy white rice, he couldn't help but swallow.
After spending some time and going through various trials with the utensils and in the kitchen, he finally managed to make a pot of fragrant fried rice with eggs. He ate it with cured meat and black tea, and almost ate until he was moved to tears.
It's such a nostalgic and touching taste... Klein, having devoured two large plates of fried rice, slumped into his chair and patted his stomach.
In the case of Emlyn White, because the other party didn't play by the rules, his performance ended before it even truly began, failing to achieve his intended purpose. Therefore, he can only look for another opportunity to take the initiative in performing.
Klein didn't come away empty-handed; failure is also experience, and it at least taught him one thing:
"Unlike ordinary Magician, my 'performance' involves not only assistants, but also enemies and participants. Their reactions and choices will also affect the course of events, and these factors must be considered in advance..."
"Consider this a lesson learned. It's better to learn a lesson from something small than to be taught a lesson about something important..."
Klein stared at the empty plate in front of him, pondering what other "performances" he could take the initiative to make.
After thinking about it carefully for a while, he realized that there wasn't one.
Of course, it's not that there's absolutely no chance, it's just that it's not suitable for him to do it right now.
For example, the Evil Spirit in the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty in the Fourth Age. Klein had always wanted to deal with it, but even with Sharron, who possessed the " Crimson Moon Corona," and Maric, who had obtained the residual characteristics of the out-of-control " Wraith," he didn't think that they could fight against Monster of High-Sequence level. They might not even know how they died.
Taking the initiative to perform doesn't mean taking the initiative to die, it doesn't mean risking your life to perform... Klein reminded himself.
There's something else he really wants to do, but he doesn't think he has much of a chance.
The task was to find Will Auceptin, the strange child who had brought bad luck to Doctor Allen.
Klein had been very interested in the tarot deck in the other person's hand and wanted to confirm whether it was a magical item.
Unfortunately, the " Nighthawks " had already taken over the matter, and Klein wasn't too keen on getting involved with his former colleagues' actions.
While Doctor. Allen rests, he'll subtly inquire about the progress at the Cragg Club before deciding what to do... Klein's idea quickly took shape.
As far as he knew, Doctor. Allen was usually free on Friday afternoons and Sundays, when he would go to the Cragg Club to play tennis.
Just now, Klein confirmed something through today's Backlund Morning Post: there will be a gathering of Beyonder tomorrow night, convened by the old man known as the " Eye of Wisdom."
We can't sell the " Werewolf " Beyonder Characteristic or the Biotoxin Bottle for now, and we can't even have someone turn the former into a magical item... The High-Sequence powerhouses of the Rose School of Thought are definitely still active nearby, and they're definitely full of anger, eager to find and tear Sharron, Maric, and their henchmen apart... We need to keep a low profile in this regard for the time being... Klein picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and began to clear the table.
He had originally planned to take a break today, since there was no opportunity to perform, and spend the day leisurely at the Cragg Club. However, he remembered Amon's clone, who could detect the Gray Fog and try to infiltrate it, and the role that the Book of Secrets played in that crisis.
So Klein lit the fireplace in the living room and brought the Book of Secrets back to the real world, where he read it intently, pondered it carefully, and took notes as he went.
Of course, he would later burn the relevant notes in the Gray Fog.
Before he knew it, it was noon, and he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
After hiding the Book of Secrets, Klein entered the living room and headed straight for the door.
The visitor was none other than Detective Stuart, a thin-faced man with a thick beard.
He looked at Klein with great admiration and excitement, and couldn't wait to praise him:
"You truly are a great Detective, possessing abundant resources and connections. You managed to solve a missing person case with absolutely no leads so quickly!"
... Why do I feel a slight change in my Spirituality? It seems the Potion has been digested a little more... In other words, my "performance" was successful in some ways, except that the only Spectator was the one in front of me, and only he was deceived, only seeing the good result... The " Spectator's cheers" really worked... Klein paused, then revealed a warm smile.