The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 371

"No, it's just luck. The gods are watching me." Klein humbly stepped aside and invited Stuart in.

What he said was the truth, and this matter did involve luck. Long before Stuart accepted the mission, he knew of Emlyn White's whereabouts.

Stewart shivered as he took off his coat and hat and hung them on a shelf in the hall.

"The weather's getting cold. Maybe I should try to use a coat with cotton in it" he said.

"You can't call this cold, can you? If you go north of Midseashire and live in Winter County for a day, you'll understand what really low temperatures and real winters look like." Klein laughs.

Then, he generously asked, "A hot cup of coffee?"

"I'll like it." Stuart followed her to the activity room on the first floor. "i've been to north Midseashire, and I know about the cold and snow there. It was a fun holiday, but the Backlund flu was no less. It pierced through my clothes like magic and seeped into my bones. Oh, what a wonderful fireplace!"

Stuart stood in front of a burning fireplace for twenty seconds before he sat down on the sofa. He looked at Klein, who was busy brewing instant coffee, and he said, "i'm going south for a fishing holiday in Desi Bay for the new year. What about you? Do you have a vacation plan? We're ready with Backlund on the air for a year and working hard to save money, all for such a vacation."

“Perhaps, I should also go to Desi Bay..” Klein said hesitantly. He turned to the side of Stuart's face, and for a moment, he looked possessed.

It involves a deal.

Promise to meet her older brother, Benson, and her sister, Melissa.

"Haha, I will show you my fishing skills when the time comes." Stuart continued without end, "We are still not rich enough, otherwise I would like to travel to Feysac, Intis, and even to the Southern Continent."

After he finished making the coffee, Klein handed the man a white porcelain cup. He took two steps back and sat opposite him.

Holding the cup in his hand, Stuart took two deep breaths of fragrant, warm steam.

After resting for a few seconds, he put down the cup and said very formally, "According to our agreement, I will share the gift I received this time with you.

"The White one gave a total of fifty pounds, and you obviously did more than I did.

"Sherlock, how about thirty pounds? I still have to pay my informants for their work."

Only fifty pounds? A vampire only costs fifty pounds? Klein could not help but secretly scold.

But he also knew that it wasn't because the Whites didn't want to raise the bounty; it was because they were worried about giving away too much money and scaring the detectives into making unnecessary associations, attract the attention of the police or official Beyonder organization.

For the average private detective, a fifty-pound mission is tempting enough, and at that time Klein only used seven pounds to hire detectives to investigate all the red chimney houses throughout Tingen City and the cities along its outskirts.

"In addition, the white team gave you an extra pound, claiming it was for your transportation costs over the past few days." Seeming somewhat confused, Stuart made six five-pound notes and one pound note.

Klein reached out to pick it up, casually checking its authenticity and not explaining the transportation costs.

Stuart did not ask any further questions and instead said with a smile, "In addition to Mr. Stanton, you are the best detective I have ever met. Have you joined this profession halfway, or have you studied under the guidance of a great detective before? for this?"

What great detective have I ever learned? There's quite a lot. There is Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, a forever elementary school student, and a man who deceives others on behalf of his grandfather.

He thought and said, "i'm from Midseashire, and I did various jobs before I became a detective."

"That's why you're so rich in knowledge and experience!" Stuart said in enlightenment.

Hey, I'm a little embarrassed by your flattery.Klein smiled but didn't answer.

Stuart took a sip of his coffee and said, "Sherlock, I hope you can help me in the future if I face a difficult case that I cannot solve."

My social relations in the detective circle have widened. Klein replied cautiously, "If I have time when the time comes."

After a few empty conversations, Stuart wisely offered to leave, and Klein accompanied him to the door.

After putting on his coat and hat, Stuart was about to open the door and leave when he suddenly turned around and sincerely said, "Sherlock, you live too simply.

"Your talents deserve better coffee."

Uh? Klein was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately felt a little embarrassed.

He laughed flatly and said, "i can't tell the quality of his coffee apart. For me it's the same."

…

After sending Stuart away, Klein went to the butcher to buy some beef bones and some beef. He went to the vegetable store to buy some ingredients like white radish, collecting all the needed seasonings.

He wanted to prepare the beef bone radish soup for dinner and ate it with the rest of the rice. During the day, he found a random restaurant on the street and ate a small portion of lamb.

After a leisurely afternoon, Klein continued to study the Book of Secrets, and the more he read, the more he realized that he knew little about mysticism.

Fortunately, he had a solid foundation. He quickly understood many things once he came into contact with them and pondered over them.

At night, he smelled the tempting smell of cow bone soup, and his junks went up and down twice.

He heard the doorbell again, as if it was a trumpet to signify dinner time.

Swallowing her saliva, Klein walked behind the door and grabbed her handle.

The visitor's image naturally appeared in his mind. It was a handsome but not masculine red-eyed vampire, Emlyn White.

There was no need to rush at all. Completely keep the promise. Klein opened the door and smiled.

"Good night, Mr. White"

Emlyn raised her chin, showing her impatience in her expression.

He was about to say something when Klein looked at his brown priest robe and said with an understanding smile, "You just came from the Harvest Church?"

Who said he could resist last night?

"Damn it, how do I get rid of this encouraging advice?"

Before Klein could reply, he patted the clothes on his chest and said with a stern face, "Bring me to the patient.

"There's a nice dinner waiting for me."

As he spoke, he sniffed around unseen, as if he was smelling something.

Klein took his coat and hat without saying a word.

"Well, I'll take you there now."

After closing the door and taking a few steps, he carefully asked, "Do you have a certificate for practicing medicine?"

How else can I convince Lawyer Jurgen to allow Mrs Doris to take her medication?

Emlyn looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and said, "i don't need those papers to prove my abilities."

Before Klein frowned, he casually added, "That's too simple. I got it easily through the process."

… This tone made it sound like he was rather proud of receiving a certificate to practice medicine. Klein smiled without a word.

Looking at the wet ground in front of him, Emlyn casually said, "Do you know what I like best about Backlund?"

"What?" Klein replied without curiosity.

Emlyn chuckled and said, "The sky is gloomy constantly with mist covering the sun. It allows me to get out during the day without feeling too uncomfortable.

"It's good, except the air."

In other words, would the sun really do a certain amount of damage to a vampire? Fortunately, I thought of this yesterday and did not bring the Sun Brooch; otherwise, I would not have been able to communicate with Emlyn.

As they spoke, they had already arrived outside Jurgens, and Klein went up to ring the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened, and Madame Doris, who was dressed in thick at home, said with a pleasant surprise, "Strade Master, I didn't expect you?"

Brody the black cat crouched to the side, staring at Emlyn vigilantly, as if feeling something was wrong with her.

Klein pointed to the vampire beside him.

"i met a doctor who was good at treating lung disease, so I asked him to come and check on you. Let me introduce him. It's Dr. Emlyn White's."

"Is that so? Do you remember this? A good boy!" Doris happily invited the two in.

Klein's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

On the way to the living room, Emlyn whispered, "The patient's problem cannot be changed. He was very old and rather weak.

"Even if I give him medicine, he will only be able to live through this winter. He'll be dead in three to five years.

"Unless he was given an immortal potion or the like as uttered in the legends, that was all that could be done. Or should I turn it into a Sanguine? But at her age, she could no longer resist the changes that the Beyonder characteristics of her body could make. Furthermore, my parents and I have no excess of characteristics left."

Unchangeable .. Klein was startled and quietly sighed.

He said to Emlyn, "Make her medicine first. We'll hand it over after winter."

"Alright, I have the kind of ready-made medicine that is suitable for this kind of situation." Emlyn did not stand at the ceremony as she sat on the sofa.

At that moment, Lawyer Jurgen was walking out of the kitchen while taking off his apron. He asked Klein about the purpose of his visit.

"Dr. White, what do you think of my grandmother's lung disease?" Jurgen asked seriously.

Emlyn was obviously very experienced in such a situation. He first explained the ins and outs of lung disease, and after mostly flying past Jurgen's head, he said, "What he needs most is warm, healthy air. That's my most sincere advice.

"In addition, I have a special medicine that he can take for free."

As he spoke, he took out his certificate and a small metal bottle.

"Will there be any side effects?" Jurgen asked carefully.

"No, the only problem is that it can't cure the root of the problem completely; it's just a temporary cure" Emlyn replied with great professionalism. "If it wasn't for Detective Moriarty, I wouldn't have let anyone try it."

"Maybe I can try it? Cough.." Doris interrupted.

Jurgen glanced at Klein who, having done the divination before this, nodded in agreement.

"Good." Jurgen finally made his decision.

He watched carefully as Madam Doris drank a bottle of medicine and carefully observed her reaction.

At first there was not much change in Mrs. Doris, but slowly she began to feel her breathing lighter.

He stood up and leaned over to take the cat. She happily said, "i feel so much better!"

Looking at this scene, Jurgen's usually stoic face made his lips slightly curved.

However, Klein thought of three to five years.

He smiled and breathed to himself.

It could also be considered a type of magic show, I guess. Using the power of Beyonder to create fake results to keep the audience happy …

Jimmy Kudo from Detective Conan. Hajime Kindaichi from The Kindaichi Case Files.