Inside the Harvest Church.
Klein glanced at Emlyn White, deliberately lowering his voice to chuckle softly, and asked in return:
Are you short of money?
The moment he said those words, he felt as if he were asking the other person if they knew about Amway.
Emlyn was initially slightly taken aback, then scoffed:
"Don't insult the noble Sanguine with money!"
Klein chuckled, looked at the tall and imposing Father Utravsky ahead, and said casually:
"As far as I know, those exquisitely crafted Puppet are not cheap; they can even be considered expensive, especially the life-size ones."
Emlyn opened his mouth, trying to refute, but ultimately failed to utter a word.
After a moment of silence, he coughed twice and spoke casually:
"Tell me, what exactly do you want my help with? I'm not a Sanguine who enjoys riddles."
Klein ignored the Vampire beside him and smiled to himself:
"A friend of mine is about to be promoted and needs to collect some special materials. I wonder if you could help me?"
"Are you questioning the abilities of a Sanguine?" Emlyn White said Pride. "Even if I weren't, I could write to those far more noble gentlemen to inquire."
This is exactly what I wanted... Klein immediately responded with a flurry of words:
"A mutated pituitary gland from the Thousand-faced Hunter's brain, 100 ml of its blood, the Human-skinned Shadow, and five strands of Deep-sea Naga hair—if you can obtain any one of these, I will pay you a reward, depending on the price. The cheaper the item, the greater the reward."
He deliberately overstated the amount of auxiliary materials to avoid waste.
Upon hearing this perfectly fluent description, Emlyn White immediately felt as if he had fallen into a linguistic trap.
He calmed himself down and said:
"The reward for extraordinary materials is at least 100 pounds, and for auxiliary materials, at least 10 pounds. Although I don't know exactly what level of materials you need, I believe they certainly won't be cheap or common, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me for help."
"Very clever..." Klein chuckled.
"Make a deal!"
In that instant, Emlyn White began to seriously doubt whether he had asked for too little compensation.
So he added:
" Detective, do you have any clues to break the Psychological Suggestion?"
Seeing Father Utravsky praying intently before the altar, Klein glanced at the Vampire and said:
"I have the simplest way."
"What?" Emlyn White's red eyes lit up.
"Defeat Bishop Utravsky and steal his ' Nightmare Candle '." Klein chuckled. "After you and your parents reunite, you should have enough strength. Three Sanguine shouldn't be afraid of not being able to defeat a ' Dawn Paladin '."
Emlyn's lips twitched, and his expression fell.
We lost.
"Can't beat them..."
"My father and mother were almost arrested too; that ' Nightmare Candle ' was extremely evil..."
So you've already tried... you almost converted the whole family to the Earth Mother... and the three Sanguine couldn't defeat Father Utravsky? Is Father Utravsky really that terrifying with the aid of the " Nightmare Candle " and the "Blood Collection Device"? Or are Vampire just too weak? But all the rumors suggest that Vampire are quite powerful... Klein said thoughtfully:
"Then you could write to those even more noble gentlemen and ask for their help. There shouldn't be a lack of powerful individuals among your Sanguine."
Emlyn White answered blankly:
They refused.
Suddenly, he looked at Klein with hopeful eyes:
"Can you beat Father Utravsky? Or can your friend beat him?"
Having obtained the " The Sun Brooch " and the " Biotoxin Bottle," and having digested quite a few Potion, I initially thought I could defeat Father Utravsky in my spirit form. However, your description just now makes me unsure. Is the " Nightmare Candle " really that malevolent? This kind of Sealed Artifact seems to be very effective against spirits... Klein rationally shook his head:
"No."
He quickly changed the subject:
"Why would your Sanguine refuse your request? To them, it should just be a simple favor."
Emlyn White's face instantly turned ashen, like cooled ashes.
"They say that Father Utravsky is Blessed of the ' Earth Mother,' and they do not wish to directly confront her. They are researching other ways to break free from Psychological Suggestion, such as going to the depths of the Sonia Sea, the Sonia Sea, Raging Sea to search for those long-hidden Dragon."
He added, his smile more like a grimace:
"By the time they figure it out, by the time they find the Dragon in the realm of the mind, perhaps I will already be a devout follower of the ' Earth Mother '... I am increasingly appreciating the preciousness of life and the joy of Harvest."
Blessed of the " Earth Mother "? Father Utravsky is Blessed of the " Earth Mother "? No wonder he has so many magical items... It seems that his sudden conversion to the " Earth Mother " as a powerful pirate is not such a simple matter... Klein first sighed, then felt a wave of fear.
He almost agreed to Emlyn White's request to try and defeat Father Utravsky.
If I lose, I might be locked in the basement and forcibly detained. If I win, I'll offend another deity. No, I can't win at all. The " Earth Mother's " Blessed must have some trump card. If Father Utravsky hadn't suppressed his split personality, I probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him...
Klein wisely refrained from delving deeper into the topic, and once again looked directly at Father Utravsky at the forefront, saying:
"You could try finding an organization called the Psychology Alchemists."
Otherwise, you can only wait for our Tarot Club's " Justice " to become a " Psychiatrist," and by then, you might be reluctant to leave the faith of the " Earth Mother "... Klein added.
For him, it would be best if Emlyn White could also join the Psychology Alchemists. That way, if Miss Justice encountered trouble within that organization, he would have other resources to help her, instead of always summoning the trinity of the Fool, Blessed, and Believer.
" The Psychology Alchemists? Never heard of it." Emlyn shook his head dismissively. "It's probably a Concealment organization that just appeared recently."
"This organization has existed for at least a hundred or two hundred years," Klein refuted his statement.
"For Sanguine with long lifespans, a hundred or two hundred years is like they've only just appeared. Those noble lords might sleep for a hundred years," Emlyn White said proudly.
Before Klein could speak, he turned his gaze forward, cleared his throat, and said:
Do you know how to contact that organization?
Klein wanted to answer that there was Doctor named Duster Guderian at the Tingen City Asylum who was a member of the Psychology Alchemists, but he swallowed the words back.
"Since I'm being targeted by the ' True Creator,' I'd better not get involved with the people and things in Tingen. There's a certain risk of exposure, and once exposed, given the Aurora Order's madness, they certainly won't let Benson and Melissa off the hook..." Klein shook his head slightly and said.
I've only heard of this organization.
"You can write to other Sanguine to inquire."
Emlyn White was disappointed and didn't bring it up again. He glanced at Klein and chuckled.
I bet your friend who's about to get promoted is yourself.
Klein gazed ahead nonchalantly and replied casually:
Congratulations, you got it right.
Emlyn White was stunned; this was a completely different reaction from what he had expected!
Noticing his change, Klein chuckled softly:
"Mr. White, actually, the most suitable profession for you isn't Apothecary, but actor."
Emlyn was taken aback at first, then Pride raised his head and said:
"I am a profound and noble Sanguine, and I will not rely on my appearance to make a living."
"You think I'm praising your handsomeness?" Klein slowly stood up and smiled.
No, I mean, you have a natural talent for comedy.
As Emlyn White's expression froze, he squeezed into the hallway and uttered a single sentence:
"Don't forget the entrustment."
Pritz Harbor, White Oak Street.
Fors Wall arrived early at the kingdom's largest and most important port by Steam train and booked his return riverboat ticket—which was relatively much cheaper.
Breathing in the sea scent that filled the air, Fors saw many dockworkers hurrying by.
During peak season, the port is flooded with temporary workers seeking relatively good pay. Many poor people living in the East Borough of Backlund also travel southeast together, walking more than 60 kilometers, just like they do when they participate in hop picking.
The roads were wider than in many blocks of Backlund, and the air quality was good, but it was relatively dirtier... Fors looked around and found the Fishermen's Association located in an old building.
Without any complications, she easily met Dorian Gray in an office.
This gentleman was of medium build, but had exaggeratedly large arms, and his hair was neatly combed, quite unlike the bird's nest hairstyles of most of the association members.
This must also be an Abraham... Fors briefly explained his purpose and handed over Lawrence's will, the strange notebook, and the Beyonder Characteristic to the other party.
Dorian received the items with a complicated expression and opened the suicide note first.
After reading it carefully, he raised his head and looked earnestly at Fors with his blue eyes:
"I praise your kindness and trustworthiness, Ms. Wall. I will always remember your help to Anlisa and Lawrence."
"Would you mind accepting my thanks? I'd like to invite you to lunch."
"No problem." Fors was wondering how to pass the time before the ship set sail.
Dorian immediately arranged for her to wait in the adjacent lounge, and offered her tea and snacks, newspapers and magazines.
Upon returning to his office, the man opened a hidden cabinet with some hesitation and took out an item.
It was a crystal ball that shimmered with brilliant light in its pure form.