The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 372's

After waiting for more than half an hour and making sure that nothing unexpected happened, Klein and Emlyn White left Jurgen's Lawyer's house and continued in silence, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. Soon, they arrived outside 15 Minsk Street.

The vampire, Emlyn White, put her fist into her mouth, coughed lightly, and said, "Payments have been paid. I hope we won't meet again in the future."

Sounds cool, but Mr White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely.

"i will visit Bishop Utravsky once in a while, and I hope you won't be in the Harvest Church when the time comes.

"Thus, I need not concern myself with finding a way to solve the encouraging suggestions that are embedded in your soul."

Emlyn White's expression suddenly became very strange. He was silent for two seconds before raising his chin and saying, "We have many powerful mysticists among the Sanguines. I will write them a letter asking for help."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand against his chest and bowed to say goodbye.

Turning around and taking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked doubtfully, "What are you cooking here?"

"Cow bone radish soup, with rice and chili from the Feynapotter plateau," Klein said with anticipation as he inhaled the aroma coming out of the house.

Emlyn frowned and shook her head.

"Cabai is not something Sanguin likes."

Frankly, it's hard for me to imagine vampires eating chili peppers. Of course, I sometimes imagined a vampire holding a steamed bun and chewing on garlic and onions. Klein secretly railed, pointed to the door, and pointed out that he would enjoy his dinner.

Emlyn White thought for a moment, lowered her voice, and said thoughtfully, "Last night, I thought about things for a long time and discovered that you actually did nothing, why do you ask for compensation? men will let me go anytime."

Klein laughs.

"No, that's not how you create an account. Your parents were assigned a mission to find you, not to save you. In the end, I found you. According to the agreement, the gift should be mine.

"In addition, if I hadn't reminded you, you might have stayed at Harvest Church for weeks or months before you realized that you were free to go. Moreover, you will not be aware of the seed planted in your mind."

"Are you hinting that my intelligence is abnormal?" Emlyn's face changed.

No, I said it directly. Klein smiled but did not say anything more. He had just opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, his mind full of clear and alluring soup, white rice, soft yet chewy beef, marrow hidden deep within the bones, the source said, the radishes are sweet and refreshing with a meaty taste, and the chili is shredded from the Feynapotter plateau.

In the spicy-spicy suwiran, there is also pink rose salt and green parsley leaves.

…

On Thursday morning, as promised, Klein went to a good-value coffee shop in East Borough.

The old Kohler, who was still wearing the same thick jacket as before, was sitting in a corner, blending tea that hardly tasted like tea with a piece of black bread.

Klein came in front of him, took out the items he had prepared long ago, and pushed him towards him.

It was a payment consisting of two five-soli banknotes, four one-soli notes, and a handful of copper coins specially designed to enhance the effect of the payment.

Old Kohler stared straight at them for quite a while before finally reaching out his right hand to grab it tremblingly.

He looked at the money repeatedly, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and smiled.

"On the pier, we carry heavy items and do a troublesome cleaning with our feet in cold, dirty water, just for one soli a day …"

And there are a total of 15 soli here!

Klein listened in silence. A few seconds later, he said, "What did you hear recently? What are you watching?"

Old Kohler delayed his payment, sipped his tea again, pinched the corner of his eye and said, "i've met a lot of port workers, and I've reconnected with friends I used to know when I was a bum. Some of them have found work in factories, and some of them have switched between work houses and parks, Heh, like how I was in the past.

"Recently, there have been rumors of who-know-where because we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we just pray to the Creator of everything? It is said that 'He' did not really die. , and he remained in everyone's body and in everything.

"Praying 'He' will result in our redemption. Not only will we enter the kingdom of 'His' after death, but we will also have a better life before death. For example, we don't have to work too hard, and we can eat butter and greasy meat every day."

This... Is this the theory propagated by the Aurora Order of the Fallen Creator? After what happened to Lanevus, they began to notice the poor in the East Borough, the dock area, and the factory district, hoping to use it for a specific purpose? I wonder if the three Churches have noticed this. They may have been. Klein slipped a piece of butter between two slices of toast and bit it without knowing what to expect.

Old Kohler continued for a while before saying, "Detective Sir, as per your instructions, I pay attention to the female textile workers. In the end, with the help of the police, their struggle failed, but, heh heh, the leaders became factory supervisors, and a third of them lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some become street girls, and some go somewhere. The entire Eastern Borough is in chaos."

If this was the situation when Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos came to Backlund, he could have come to the East Borough to kill one or two people every day without anyone knowing or noticing the action… Klein sighed in his heart.

Old Kohler kept telling me what he saw and heard every day before saying, "By the way, Liv's youngest daughter has gone missing."

"Liv?" Klein was convinced that he had never heard of the name.

The old Kohler then said in consciousness, "He was the laundry maid the last time you and Mr. Reporter met, the one who was arguing with someone. She was always at home washing with her two daughters, but yesterday, when her two daughters were coming home from dropping off the laundry, one of them ended up missing. The younger one, too bad. He's been widowed for years, and he's always relied on his two daughters, and now, the police in East Borough are definitely not going to look too hard on him."

Unlucky people tend to face worse situations because they do not have the ability to fight danger or change their environment.

"… They have no money" Old Kohler reminded him.

Klein took his hat and wand and said, "i do volunteer work sometimes too."

…

Cherwood Borough, in an apartment originally rented by the two women.

Xio has continued his life as a bounty hunter, and Fors accelerates the pace of his new book, hoping to save the money needed for the Beyonder ingredients needed by the Trickmaster potion.

But writing a book is not something that can be written easily. Fors scratched his hair in annoyance and decided to take a walk for inspiration.

As he walked, he discovered that he had unwittingly returned to a familiar place.

The diagonal in front of him is Yosifov Clinic, a fairly large private clinic where he first worked.

After staring at him for a while, Fors thought of the old woman who had guided him to the world of the Beyonder. He turned to the small alley on the right and took a shortcut to the nearest road.

Both sides of the road have leaves fluttering under umbrella trees. It was a relatively quiet place.

Fors recalls that the old woman lived in Unit 39. Back then, he sometimes visited in person to give medication, give injections, or even help with daily work.

It's been almost three years. The place should be rented again. There may have been some tenant changes.I still remember when I came to tidying up the items he left behind. I found many notebooks on mysticism… Fors walked under an almost arid umbrella tree and slowly approached Unit 39.

As he recalled his past experiences, he gradually gained some inspiration for writing.

At that moment, he saw an old man with a thick wool coat and a half-black hat standing in front of Unit 39. He rang the bell three times.

After a few minutes, seeing no one open the door, the old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around. He whispered confusedly, "There is still no one …"

He suddenly noticed Fors who was looking at him up close. He hurriedly walked over, smiled gently and urgently, and said, "Beautiful lady, do you live in this district? Do you know Laubero and Aulisa?"

The aulisa? Isn't that the old lady's name? No tenants in this house lately? After some deliberation, Fors said, "i don't know if the Aulisa maam I know is the one you're looking for. He lived here for a long time, but he died three years ago."

"Died three years ago? What about Laubero?" the old man with a frown at the corner of his eyes hurriedly asked.

"Her husband died earlier than her," Fors replied honestly.

the elder was stunned for a moment before revealing a sad expression.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you, good lady.

"i am Laubero's older brother, and I have lived in Midseashire all this time. Since I had not received any letters from them for a long time, I decided to come and visit them.

"Can you tell me what happened to them in the last few years?"

The older sister of Bu Aulisa's husband.. Could it be that she is a descendant of the family she is talking about? Fors suddenly regained his senses and replied with a smile, "No problem.

He quickly thought about what he could and could not say.

the elder pointed behind him and said, "There's a pretty good coffee shop there."

…

Klein once again stepped into a damp room in a rather old apartment in the East Borough.

He saw the woman who had a fight with the street girl last time for her contempt for her profession. He was standing on a pile of clothes. His wrinkled face had lost a lot of spirit, he had lost the exhausting impulse, and he looked lifeless.

As for her eldest daughter, a seventeen to eighteen year old girl who was sitting by the bed and washing clothes, she continued to cry.

"It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him…

"I shouldn't have taken him to a remote alley.

"She even said that she would learn a few more words at free school tonight.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault…"

Liv suddenly regained her senses and turned to look at her eldest daughter. She wiped her sad expression and scolded him loudly, "What are you crying about? Get up and wash your clothes!

"Do you want to go hungry? Do you plan on not attending school for free?"

After shouting, he saw Klein and Old Kohler at the door.

"Old Kohler... This?" he asked doubtfully.