After waiting for more than half an hour, Klein and Emlyn White left the home of lawyer Jurgen, and each walked forward silently with their thoughts, and soon arrived outside No. 15 Minsk Street.

The vampire Emlin clenched his fist and pressed his mouth, coughing lightly:

"The compensation has been paid, and I hope there will be no chance to meet again."

This sentence is very good, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely:

“I will visit Bishop Utlavsky occasionally, and I hope you will not be in the Harvest Church by then.

"And I don't have to be busy helping you find solutions to psychological hints."

Emlyn White's expression suddenly became quite strange. He was silent for two seconds before lifting his chin and said:

"We have many powerful occultists in our blood clan, and I will write to them for help."

After saying that, he pressed his hands on his chest and bowed and said goodbye.

Turning around and walking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, twisted his head, and asked hesitantly:

"You're here, what dish are you cooking?"

"Beef bone radish soup needs to be served with rice and the kind of peppers specialized in the Feneport Plateau." Klein breathed the fragrance floating out of the house and said expectantly.

Emlin frowned and shook his head:

"Cipoise is not in the aesthetic field of the blood clan."

To be honest, it is hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili. Of course, I occasionally fantasize about a vampire holding white steamed buns and gnawing onions... Klein whispered, pointed to the door, and signaled that he wanted to have dinner.

Emlin White thought for a second, calmed down his voice and said carefully:

"I thought about it for a long time last night and found that you actually did nothing. Why do you have to ask for compensation? The old man would let me leave at any time."

Klein said hell:

"No, that's not what it is. The task entrusted by your parents is to find you, not to rescue you, but in the end, I found you, and according to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.

"Also, without my reminder, you might have to stay in Harvest Church for weeks or months before you know you can leave freely and you cannot notice that you are being hinted."

"Are you hiding my IQ?" Emlin's face twisted for a moment.

No, it was said clearly... Klein smiled and didn't say anything. He opened the door and entered the house and headed straight to the kitchen. His mind was filled with clear and tempting soup, white rice, soft but not lacking in chewy beef, medullary hidden deep in the bones, sweet and greasy radish with meaty aroma, and chopped Feneport Plateau chili.

In the fiery red fragments, pink rose salt and green Bailan long leaves were sprinkled.

…………

Early Thursday morning, Klein came to the cheap cafe in the East District as agreed.

Old Kohler, who was still wearing his thick jacket before, was sitting in the corner, pairing a piece of black bread with tea that could hardly taste tea.

Klein came across from him, took out something he had prepared long ago, and pushed it to the other party.

That is a funding consisting of two 5 sulles, four 1 sulles banknotes, and a handful of copper penny designed to increase the effect.

Old Kohler looked at them straight, and after a while he stretched out his right hand and took it with him tremblingly.

He looked at it repeatedly, raised his hand and wiped his eyes, squeezed out his smile and said:

"At the dock, we carried heavy goods and stepped on the cold and dirty water to do some troublesome cleaning. It was only about 1 Sule a day..."

And here there are 15 Sulers!

Krain listened silently and said after a few seconds:

"What have you heard recently? What are you noticing?"

Old Kohler collected the funds, took another sip of tea, pinched the corners of his eyes and said:

"I met a lot of dock workers and reconnected with friends I was familiar with when I was wandering. Some of them entered factories, some were still going back and forth in the corners of the workhouse and parks. Oh, just like I did in the past...

"I have recently heard from somewhere that since we believe in one of the Seven Gods, why don't we pray directly to the Creator at the source? It says that He has not really passed away in every body and in all things.

"Praying to Him will allow us to be redeemed, not only will we enter His kingdom after death, but we will also have a better life during our lifetime. For example, we don't need to work so hard, butter and oily meat every day."

This... the variant Creator theory that the Aurora will spread? After the incident of Lanerus, they began to pay attention to the poor in the East, the Docks and the East, hoping to use them to achieve certain goals. I wonder if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon... It should be... Klein sandwiched the butter between two slices of toast and took a bite without knowing the taste.

Old Kohler said for a while:

"Mr. Detective, as you told me, I paid attention to the affairs of the textile women. In the end, with the addition of the police, their struggle failed, but, hehe, the leading people became the supervisors of the factory, and one-third lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, and some have no idea where they went, and the entire East District is in chaos."

If "Ltd. General of Hurricane" Zillingers came to Beckland, this was the case, then he would come to the East District every day to kill one or two people quietly, no one could notice it, no one could pay attention... Klein sighed in his heart.

Old Kohler continued to talk about some daily experiences and said:

"By the way, Liv's little daughter is missing."

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

Old Kohler then suddenly said:

"It's the one-scrubbing female worker you and Mr. Journalist met last time. She has been taking her eldest daughter and younger daughter to do the scrubbing work at home. But yesterday, on the way back from sending clothes, she lost one. The younger one is so pitiful. She has been a widow for many years and has been counting on her two daughters. As a result... Alas, the police in the East District will definitely not look for it too carefully."

Unfortunately people often have greater misfortunes because they do not have the ability to resist risks and change the environment they are in... This sentence suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.

He was silent for a few seconds like a stone sculpture:

"Take me to see them. I'm a detective and maybe I can help them find someone."

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

Klein picked up his hat and cane and said:

“I volunteer occasionally.”

…………

In the house where the two ladies originally rented.

Hugh started his life as a bounty hunter again, while Fors accelerated the progress of the new book, hoping to save enough money for the extraordinary materials needed by the "Master of Magic" as soon as possible.

But writing a book is not something you can write if you want to. Forsy grabbed his hair irritably and decided to go out for a walk to find inspiration.

As she walked, she found herself unknowingly returning to a familiar place.

In front of her was the Yusef Clinic where she first worked, a rather large private clinic.

After staring for a while, Forer thought about the old lady who led him into the extraordinary world, so he turned to the alley on the right and walked closer to a nearby street.

The street is surrounded by sycamore trees with falling leaves flying, which is a relatively quiet place.

Fors remembered that the old lady lived in the house No. 39 - she would occasionally come to her house to deliver medicine or injections, and even help with daily trivial matters.

"It's been almost three years, so it should be re-rented there. Maybe it's been several tenants... I still remember when I came to sort out the relics, I found a lot of notes recording mysteries and my studies..." Fors walked under the sycamore tree with no leaves left and slowly approached the house No. 39.

As she recalled her past experiences, she gradually gained some writing inspiration.

At this moment, she saw an old man wearing a thick tweed coat and a half-high black hat standing at the door of the house No. 39 and pulled the doorbell three times.

After a few minutes, no one opened the door. The old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around, whispering in confusion:

"There is still no one..."

He suddenly found that he was staying not far away and was looking at Fors here. He quickly took a step forward and walked over, smiling gently and anxiously:

"Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know Lauboro and Anlisa?"

Anlisa? Isn't this the old lady's name? There are no tenants in this house recently? Fors said carefully:

"I don't know if Mrs. Anlisa I know is the one you are looking for. She lives here for a long time, but passed away three years ago."

"Diet three years ago? Where is Lauboro?" the old man with wrinkles in the corner of his eyes hurriedly asked.

"Her gentleman passed away earlier than she did," Forth answered honestly.

The old man was stunned and immediately showed a sad expression.

He was silent for a moment:

"Thank you, kind lady.

"I am Lauboro's brother and have been living in Jianhai County. Because I haven't received a letter from them for too long, I decided to come and take a look.

"Can you tell me what they have experienced in the past few years?"

Mrs. Anlisa's husband's brother... could it be the descendant of the family she mentioned? Fors suddenly woke up and responded with a smile:

“No problem.”

She quickly thought about what she could say and what she could not say.

The old man pointed to the back and said:

“There is a nice cafe there.”

…………

In an old apartment in the East Side, Klein stepped into the humid room again.

He saw the tough woman who quarreled with a street girl last time and disdained the other party's profession standing in the pile of clothes. Her face, which had many wrinkles, lost her spirit, lost her energy to work hard, and was lifeless.

And her eldest daughter, the 17 or 18-year-old girl who was squatting in front of the basin last time, was sitting by the bed and sobbing:

"It's me, it's all my fault. I don't care about her...

“I shouldn’t have taken her to the secluded alley.

“She also said she would learn a few more words in the free school tonight…

"It's me, it's all my fault..."

Liv, a female wash worker, suddenly came to her senses, turned her head to look at her eldest daughter, put away her sad expression, and said viciously:

"Why are you crying? Get up and do your clothes!

"Do you want to go hungry? Can't you even go to school for free?"

After yelling, she saw Klein and Old Kohler at the door.

"Old Kohler...who is this?" she asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!