Thin yellow mist crossed the Backlund Bridge and drifted from the east. In front of the hired carriage, the driver stood up with the coins in his pocket in boredom, just waiting for the gentleman in the carriage to finish chatting with the weak-looking pretty boy's family.
"Detective Moriarty, I am very grateful to you for finding Emlyn." Mr. White, who had changed his nose to a pair of tortoiseshell glasses and had scarlet eyes, stood in front of his wife and son who had just been returned, speaking condescendingly.
Looking at Klein, he didn't see the humility he had when he came to visit him that day.
In fact, when he first saw his son, who had been missing for many days, appearing in front of him, this old-school gentleman, who basically had no connection with human life, only seemed cautious.
But after his wife asked in a low voice what happened to Emlyn in recent days, she heard that the detective Moriarty in front of her, whom she had no choice but to seek, had defeated the Bishop of the Harvest Church alone. He had been imprisoned underground and was not allowed to rely on recitation.
The son of the Goddess of the Earth was rescued in exchange for a certain freedom.
Mr. White had no choice but to change his attitude immediately, and he wanted to move immediately, away from this residence that was already controlled by people outside the vampire family.
"I'm just completing the commission."
Klein raised his head slightly. Due to the negative effects of the human skin mask, he tried hard to squeeze out a smile. However, after finding that it was difficult to even speak at the corners of his mouth, he had to accept the reality of his temporary facial paralysis.
Looking away from Emlyn behind Mr. White, Klein resisted the urge to rub his cheeks and almost explicitly spread his free left hand.
Mr. White, who moved his nose slightly and blocked his wife and son behind him, was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that Klein's movements were exactly the same as his usual movements when finishing treatment with patients. He couldn't help but shake his head and slowly took it out of his side pocket.
Got the wallet.
He carefully counted out a few banknotes, and no longer insisted on standing on the steps. Instead, he approached Klein with some caution and handed them over with both hands.
What are you afraid of me for?
No matter how you look at it, I am also a wild Beyonder hiding a secret. I have reported you. The Nighthawks and the Heart of the Machine will not give me a raise... Out of the "clown" instinct, Klein subconsciously
Looking at Mr. White's steps, I found that the vampire doctor was almost placing all his weight on his toes.
Klein had no doubt that as long as he gave him a scare, this old gentleman who had lived for who knows how long would jump up to his feet.
However, this did not prevent him from accepting the money handed over by Mr. White without any courtesy.
After counting carefully several times to confirm that there were no gaps, Klein's eyes became much kinder even though he couldn't smile.
Waking up the coachman who was still holding up the coins in his pocket, Klein, who had already stepped onto the carriage with one foot, suddenly stopped and looked back at Mr. White, who was standing at the foot of his home steps, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.
"By the way, Mr. White, out of the professionalism of a detective, I think there is something I must tell you."
Mr. White, whose face showed no signs of age, suddenly tensed up, but the moral quality he had developed over the years forced him to suppress the worries in his heart and said in as calm a tone as possible:
"Anything else?"
Klein's eyes moved slowly, all the way up, and finally stopped at Emlyn, who was holding his mother's arms, but his eyes were wandering, drifting to the room from time to time.
It seemed that the vampire's powerful perception ability noticed Klein's unabashed gaze, and Emlyn, who was holding the doll in his hand, couldn't help but cast a doubtful look.
The corners of his mouth curled up with difficulty, which combined with his stiff facial features gave people an indescribable feeling of weirdness.
"I remember that when I was helping Bishop Utravsky, I borrowed a magical item."
Ignoring the surprised looks of the White family, Klein's weird smile became even brighter.
"It is an item in the spiritual realm, and it has the ability to leave a strong hint in the enemy's mind."
Seeing Emlyn's face getting paler and paler, Klein put his left hand on the half-high silk hat on his head.
"Unfortunately, I heard that Bishop Utravsky seemed to have used this item against Emlyn."
"Impossible, I didn't feel the spirituality of that item at that time. Goddess Mother, there is absolutely no way that I was planted with any psychological hints by the priest!"
Emlyn, who hugged the doll tightly with both hands, crossed over to his mother beside him and subconsciously argued.
But when he saw the scarlet eyes of his parents opening wider and wider, and an indescribable sadness creeping onto his mother's cheeks, the young vampire realized what he had subconsciously said just now.
"Mother...Mother Goddess?"
Standing next to the carriage, Klein's low-pressure bowler bowed and stepped onto the carriage.
The black-brown hired carriage drove to the Jowood area adjacent to the southern area of the bridge. Klein in the carriage rubbed his somewhat empty stomach, and the bad mood accumulated today dissipated a lot.
Alas, I actually have good intentions. I can't let Emlyn become the first vampire in the history of the vampire race to betray the faith of their ancestor Lilith... Klein rubbed his cheeks unscrupulously, and raised his eyebrows just now.
The smile seemed to be frozen, and it didn't calm down even after rubbing it for a long time.
He took out the quaint key he kept in the side pocket of his coat, carefully looked at this item, which looked almost unremarkable from its appearance, and recalled the negative effects that Bishop Utravsky had emphasized.
A key allows the user to ignore obstacles, but its negative effect is that it makes the user unconsciously get lost.
After all, both its first owner, the unlucky and lucky thief, and Emlyn who later entered the Harvest Church by mistake with the key, all suffered in this regard.
However, this is not a too troublesome negative effect for me. Even if I really get lost, I can still use divination and the "divination staff method".
Is it possible that I still can’t go home because of this?
But "Secret" said before that this key would be my key when facing danger... Klein felt the heaviness of this key and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't come up with an item at the ninth level of the sequence.
Under what circumstances will it become the key to avoiding danger?
If you are facing a powerful enemy, the ability to "open the door" seems to be too useless.
And if he was trapped in a closed place, it would be difficult for Klein to imagine how useful this low-sequence item could be.
It can't be... A speculation that he himself didn't quite believe slowly came to mind.
Klein looked through the unclosed car window, looking at the already gray and almost black sky, at the red moon obscured by the fog, and frowned.
Just like the pair of eyeballs left after Old Neil's death were also contaminated by the "Hidden Sage", could it be that the "Secret" prophecy that can help me is the pollution left by "Mr. Door" in this key?
The bone-piercing pain from the steel needle appeared faintly on both sides of his forehead again. Before Klein could think about it carefully, the traveling carriage suddenly stopped.
Klein exerted his muscles like a conditioned reflex and pinned himself to the back seat of the carriage. Before he could put down his guard, he saw the driver driving in front of him opened the window above and stuck out his thin head.
"Sir, are you sure you parked at No. 17 Minsk Street?"
Holding the cane tightly with one hand, Klein felt a hint of disobedience and nodded slowly.
The skinny coachman with dark skin, half-opened chapped lips, hesitated for many times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just took a deep breath, and the facial features on his face twisted into a ball.
"You'd better watch it yourself?"
Flipping his fingers, Klein carefully made a divination. After confirming that there was no danger, he stuck his head out of the open window and opened his eyes uncontrollably.
real or fake?
Although he subconsciously thought it was a joke, the luxurious carriage parked in front of his house and the extremely conspicuous "Sword of Judgment" emblem engraved on the side of the carriage did not deceive him.
This is the emblem of the Loen royal family and the symbol of the Augustus family!
In Loen, it is a noble coat of arms that even the poor people in the East District recognize!
Because this coat of arms appears on the back of almost all banknotes, occupying the center position.
The first time he saw this coat of arms, Klein actually thought of running away.
The farther you can escape, the better. It is best to leave this place, escape to the East District, where the power is complex and the population is large, and hide directly.
He only knows one member of the Loen royal family, Prince Edsac, who was personally confirmed by "Mystery" to be involved in dangerous existences.
Although Klein had not moved out of the house prepared by His Highness the Prince due to various reasons before, he had also minimized contact with people related to the Prince, including Colonel Aigron.
While Klein was thinking about why the royal carriage appeared at his door, the servant standing beside the carriage had noticed the strangeness of the carriage suddenly stopping on the road not far away. He touched his waist and strode over.
Unlike the coachman who started to panic, Klein straightened his clothes calmly and stepped out of the carriage holding his cane.
"Are you the prince's butler?"
Klein looked at this middle-aged and elderly gentleman wearing a well-tailored long tuxedo and asked calmly.
"Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness has been dealing with other matters recently. I am accompanying another one here today."
The old housekeeper first confirmed his identity, then turned slightly sideways and gave way to the carriage behind him, speaking in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
another?
Klein cautiously glanced at the carriage parked quietly on the side of the road, nodded slightly, and first apologized to the steward standing aside. After paying the fare, he followed the old gentleman.
The car with the window blinds down and the sunshade closed.
There should be a maid or guard besides the so-called "other"... Klein could slow down his pace, move his wrists, and look as normal.
Since the old butler did not use other honorifics, but addressed the people in the car as another person from Mohu, it means that this person's identity should be quite sensitive, or he is a noble who has a good personal relationship with the prince, or he is
A lady who does not have a noble title but has a special status...
Although he didn’t know much about the mysterious Prince Edsac, once he thought about Prince Edsac’s commission to him, which included finding extraordinary materials for the “Witch of Joy,” Klein almost immediately
Guessed the possible identity of "the other one".
A "witch", a favored "witch"!
Although it may be due to survivorship bias, it seems that whether it is the member of Parliament from Tingen, Emperor Russell, or even the prince, he has had contact with the "witch"...Klein has lived up to his expectations.
Responsibility is associated with the common characteristics between these big figures, but the pace is getting slower and slower.
No, why did this "witch" want to see me suddenly?
The old butler who was walking with him saw Detective Moriarty walking slower and slower, and finally stopped not far from the carriage. He frowned slightly and asked in a low voice:
"Detective Moriarty?"
"I, I may be feeling a little uncomfortable." He slowly frowned and covered his abdomen with his free left hand.
The old housekeeper subconsciously wanted to speak, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the detective's right palm resting on his cane trembling slightly, and he tightly grasped the head of the cane.
Although he was a little angry, due to his accomplishments as a royal butler, the middle-aged and elderly gentleman just took a deep breath.
"You can make it easier first."
Klein, who had beads of sweat on his forehead, nodded heavily, then changed direction without hesitation and ran straight to the door of No. 17. He quickly opened the door despite the scrutinizing gaze of the housekeeper behind him.
Immediately shut it tightly.
Looking at the dim room in front of him, Klein did not let down his guard. Instead, he neatly hung his cane and coat on the hangers, then walked to the bathroom as if he was running away, and closed the door again.
In a closed environment, he looked at the half-length mirror on the wall and saw a little sweat hanging on his forehead, and the light blue behind the plate's eyes was rare and solemn.
Just now in front of the carriage, he almost instinctively wanted to turn on the "substitute" to see clearly what was going on inside the carriage.
But what followed immediately, a spiritual intuition that could almost be called a scream, immediately verified his guess.
There is something terrible in the carriage, and it is no less dangerous than Lanerwus before, or even the descendant of the evil god of Tingen!
Although in a sense, Klein does not lack angel-level items, it may be a coincidence that, except for Will Asceptin's spell, none of these items can exert abilities that match his personality.
Slowly taking off the "stand-in" glove on his right palm, Klein pretended to squat on the toilet and slowly removed the silver chain around his right wrist.
The low-hanging citrine exuded a faint light in the darkness. Klein, who was about to use divination to find a way out, was suddenly stunned.
"Don't panic, the carriage will leave on its own in two minutes."
"Don't try to compete with the dangers in your vehicle."
A slightly weak and peaceful voice gently echoed in Klein's ears, calming his nervous expression.
"Secret?"
The hand holding the citrine pendulum dropped. Klein first breathed secretly, then frowned slightly.
My half-body sounds like he's not in a good condition right now?
"Don't worry, I'm not bad enough for you to worry about."
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