The front door of Patrick Jason's house was suddenly opened, and a group of Nighthawks in black wool coats jogged inside.
Their expressions were wary and guarded, as if they were facing an extremely terrifying enemy.
Thump, thump, thump, a figure in full silver armor walked in.
It gives an unusually heavy feeling, with every detail following an ancient style. The area diagonally from the left shoulder to the lower abdomen is stained with a splash of dark red blood that cannot be washed off. Combined with the red splattered spots in other places, it creates a picture with a strange and beautiful aesthetic, like a unique and gorgeous decoration.
" The Spirit Warlock " Soest took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and said:
"Change of players."
The silver full-body armor stopped, and the wearer raised his hand to lift the visor, revealing the person wearing it—a rather handsome man with black hair and blue eyes.
" Leonard, hot water is ready in the master bedroom bathroom on the second floor. Don't waste time, or you'll have to return to the goddess's embrace," Soest warned.
"Yes, Captain Soest." With the help of the other Nighthawks, Leonard Mitchell removed his heavy, blood-stained silver armor.
Wearing Red Gloves, he made no small talk or hesitated, heading straight to the second floor and finding the bathtub still steaming with white mist.
With a swift motion, Leonard stripped off his clothes and lay down in the hot water, not even showing his nose.
His skin quickly turned bright red, like a cooked lobster, and strange silver lines, resembling scars, gradually seeped out from its surface.
The silver patterns, like the pure light of swords, spread outwards and merged into the hot water.
In just over ten seconds, Steam white steam disappeared, and a thin, transparent layer of ice even condensed on the surface of the hot water!
Leonard sat up, panting heavily, only after the silver streaks had completely disappeared.
He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, then lowered his voice and said:
" Old Man, do you know the origin of '1-42'?"
A slightly aged voice immediately echoed in his mind:
You're becoming increasingly impolite.
"I have no idea where that strange armor came from."
Before Leonard could ask any more questions, he chuckled:
"But I think I recognized the owner of that blood."
"Who is it?" Leonard asked curiously.
The slightly aged voice said in a low voice:
"An ancient god from before the Cataclysm."
Bridge South Borough, Rose Street, Harvest Church.
As soon as Klein stepped into the quiet prayer hall, he saw Father Utravsky and the Vampire Emlyn White sitting one behind the other, one tall and one short, with their hands clasped together, palms slightly cupped, placed in front of their mouths and noses.
This is a prayer posture exclusive to the Church of the Earth Mother.
At this moment, Emlyn White's expression was gentle and peaceful, showing no trace of his previous Pride and troubles.
Klein slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and silently drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.
He casually found a seat and waited until the prayer was over before walking over to Emlyn White's side and saying with a smile:
You are exceptionally devout today.
"What?" Emlyn jolted awake, his face deathly pale as he muttered to himself, "What did I do, what did I do..."
His voice lowered, as if he had already recalled what he had just done.
"Maybe it's not such a bad thing," Klein said, offering a completely unconvincing remark before sitting down next to the Vampire.
"I don't want to hear others say that, although I feel my resistance is decreasing..." Emlyn said in a somber voice, "But I don't want to betray the Moon!"
Klein didn't continue the topic that had saddened the Vampire, and casually asked:
"Do you Sanguine worship the Moon Primordial, or a deity representing the Moon? Or are the two equivalent?"
"Both." Emlyn slightly raised his chin. "For orthodox Sanguine, the deity who represents the Moon is naturally worshipped Progenitor. Her name is Lilith, our Sanguine, an ancient deity. Human-turned -Sanguine, on the other hand, tend to worship the Moon Primordial. Normally, the two are equivalent, but sometimes they don't overlap and there are differences."
"Humans turned into Sanguine?" Klein wasn't surprised that Emlyn White could name Lilith, the ancient god of the Second Age; he was more concerned about the so-called humans turned into Sanguine.
"Is this the ' Vampire ' Sequence that Mr. Azik mentioned?" he wondered to himself.
Emlyn said with a slightly complicated expression:
"Yes, there are two types. One is formed through the Embrace of a powerful Sanguine, and the other is formed by consuming Potion. The latter is our most hated enemy."
"Why?" Klein vaguely guessed the answer.
Emlyn gritted his teeth and replied:
"The main ingredient in their Potion is our blood essence."
Sure enough... Klein couldn't help but turn his head and look Emlyn up and down a few times.
Emlyn, feeling inexplicably nervous under his gaze, snorted.
"You are already Beyonder; you can no longer change your path!"
This is the first time I've seen extraordinary material that walks, no, lives, no, can talk... But in a sense, every human Beyonder is also such material... Klein originally just wanted to make a casual remark in his mind, but a strong sense of sorrow quickly welled up inside him.
At this moment, Emlyn glanced at Bishop Utravsky, who was carefully wiping the Holy Emblem of Life, and lowered his voice:
I've found the two materials you needed.
"What is it?" Klein didn't hide his delight.
Emlyn responded fluently:
"The mutated pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter's brain and its blood; the asking price is £2,000 for the former and £300 for 100 ml of the latter, totaling £2,300."
2300... Klein blurted out:
Can you make it cheaper?
After receiving his bail, he now has a total of £2,185 in cash.
For the middle class, this is already a considerable amount of savings; some might only accumulate this much money in a lifetime. But Klein found it wasn't enough...
"No, if it weren't for me, he originally wanted 2800 pounds. According to the agreement, you have to pay me an extra 150 pounds, making it a total of 2450 pounds," Emlyn said, shaking his head.
Seeing Klein's expression, he quickly added:
"In this era, Dragon are extremely rare. Apart from the long-lived Sanguine, you'd be hard-pressed to find similar extraordinary materials elsewhere, and even if you did, they'd be far more expensive."
£265 short... All that hard-earned money is about to be gone, and it still won't be enough... I hope Mr. " The Hanged Man " can sell the " Werewolf's" Beyonder Characteristic as soon as possible... Next up are the Human-skinned Shadow's traits and the Deep-sea Naga's hair, which won't be much cheaper... The situation with Little " The Sun " is still uncertain, so I need to behave myself for a while. The payment he owes me should ideally be made up for by removing the mental pollution from the out-of-control individuals within magical items; that's more discreet... Klein's thoughts raced, and he felt the light outside the window dim considerably.
He took a deep breath and said:
"Good.
"But the deal will be delayed for a while. I recently offended someone who's being protected by official Beyonder. You wouldn't want that seller locked up in the church's underground, would you?"
And I still need to raise the remaining funds... Klein tilted his head slightly and looked at the dome of the church.
"An official Beyonder?" Emlyn White was startled, jumped to his feet, and looked around.
Klein glanced at him and said:
"Don't worry about it. You are now a priest of the Church of the Earth Mother, with a legitimate status, and the Utravsky Cathedral protects you."
"I'm not..." Emlyn's denial sounded unusually weak.
He sat down again, and suddenly had a thought:
"Can those official Beyonder overcome the problem of Psychological Suggestion?"
"Perhaps," Klein almost chuckled, "But in that case, you'd most likely become a follower of the Evernight Goddess, the God of Steam and Machinery, and the Lord of Storms. Of course, you could also choose to become a member of a special military department; they might send you abroad as a spy to seduce some noblewoman."
"I only like Puppet and pure, beautiful young girls!" Emlyn emphasized immediately.
It's clear you're somewhat interested, but only slightly... Klein then asked:
"Do you know anyone from the Beria Family? In Backlund?"
" Belial? That Lunatic family that worships Devil? No, they are Devil themselves!" Emlyn blurted out in astonishment, "What do you want with them?"
Klein said helplessly:
"I offended one of them, Patrick Jason Beria, because of a serial murder case."
"Help me find out his recent whereabouts and acquaintances within your circle. If you have any concrete information, I'll pay you, depending on the importance of the information."
Of course, all of this could be reimbursed by the Nighthawks, the Machinery Hivemind, and the military... Klein thought relaxedly.
Emlyn nodded thoughtfully:
"You actually dared to provoke a real Devil."
"Once you have concrete information about him, he will know that you are posing a serious threat to him."
"It's alright, I have official protection from Beyonder," Klein replied nonchalantly.
Emlyn was silent for a moment, then after a few seconds said:
"Okay, I'll give it a try. The minimum reward for the information is £20."
After finalizing the matter, Klein didn't linger and got up to walk towards the church door.
His mind was filled with thoughts of how to raise the money.
Miss " Magician's" new book has been published, which should bring in a substantial guaranteed royalty, plus subsequent royalties. Perhaps I could try to sell her the " Astrologer's" Potion recipe, but she hasn't even gathered all the ingredients for her " Trickmaster "Potion yet... Miss " Justice " has joined the Psychology Alchemists, so I don't have any recipes to sell her. Selling knowledge?
The " Werewolf's" Beyonder Characteristic would only cost around 1200-1300 pounds, maybe even less... Should we release a magical item? Or find a way to turn Emlyn White into a follower of the " The Fool," collecting offerings in exchange for removing the Psychological Suggestion...?
By the way, Jason Beria is carrying a large amount of cash, jewelry, and precious metals. If we can find him, we might be able to get a share!
Lost in thought, Klein stepped out of the church and saw a dim sky and a thin mist.
He sighed softly and said:
"I'm short of money..."
Back on Minsk Street, Klein, carrying a thick stack of newspapers, went into the restroom, adopting a posture of long-term resistance.
He was going to go above the Gray Fog and use Jason's handkerchief to Divination the other party's whereabouts!