Lord of Mysteries

Chapter 408 The True Beloved

Inside the Harvest Church.

Klein glanced at Emlyn White, deliberately lowering his voice to chuckle softly, and asked in return:

"Are you short of money?"

As soon as he said that, he felt like he was asking the other person if they knew about Amway.

Emlyn was initially taken aback, then scoffed:

"Don't insult the noble bloodline with money!"

Klein chuckled, looked at the tall and imposing Father Utravsky, and said casually:

"As far as I know, those exquisitely crafted dolls are not cheap, they can even be considered expensive, especially the kind that are life-sized."

"..." Emlyn opened his mouth, trying to refute, but ultimately failed to utter a word.

After a moment of silence, he coughed lightly twice and spoke casually:

"Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do? I'm not a vampire who enjoys riddles."

Klein ignored the vampire beside him and smiled to himself:

"A friend of mine is about to be promoted and needs to collect some special materials. I wonder if you could help me?"

"Are you questioning the abilities of a vampire?" Emlyn White said arrogantly. "Even if I weren't, I could write to those more noble lords to inquire."

This is exactly what I wanted… Klein immediately responded with a flurry of words:

"The mutated pituitary gland of the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain, 100 ml of its blood, the Shadow of Human Skin, and five strands of hair from the Deep Sea Naga—if you can obtain any one of these, I will pay you a reward, depending on the price. The cheaper the price, the more reward I will give you."

He deliberately overstated the amount of auxiliary materials to avoid waste.

Upon hearing this perfectly fluent description, Emlyn White immediately felt as if he had fallen into a linguistic trap.

He calmed himself down and said:

"The reward for extraordinary materials is at least 100 pounds, and for auxiliary materials, at least 10 pounds. Although I don't know exactly what level your items are at, I'm sure they won't be cheap or common, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me for help."

"Very clever..." Klein chuckled.

"make a deal!"

At that moment, Emlyn White began to seriously doubt whether he had asked for too little compensation.

So he added:

"Detective, do you have any clues to break the psychological suggestion?"

Seeing Father Utravsky praying intently before the altar, Klein glanced at the vampire and said:

"I have the simplest way."

"What?" Emlyn White's red eyes lit up.

"Defeat Bishop Utravsky and steal his 'Nightmare Candle'," Klein chuckled. "After you reunite with your parents, you should have enough strength. Three vampires shouldn't be afraid of not being able to defeat a 'Dawn Knight'!"

Emlyn's lips twitched, and his expression fell:

We lost.

"Can't beat them..."

"My father and mother were almost arrested too; that 'Nightmare Candle' was extremely evil..."

So you've already tried... you almost converted the whole family to the Earth Mother Goddess... and the three vampires couldn't defeat Father Utravsky? Is Father Utravsky that terrifying with the aid of the "Nightmare Candle" and the "Blood Collection Device"? Or are vampires just too weak? But all the rumors suggest that vampires are quite powerful... Klein said thoughtfully:

"Then you can write to those more noble gentlemen for help. There should be no shortage of strong individuals among your vampire clan."

Emlyn White answered blankly:

"They refused."

Suddenly, he looked at Klein with hopeful eyes:

"Can you beat Father Utravsky? Or can your friend beat him?"

Having obtained the "Sun Brooch" and the "Biotoxin Bottle," and having digested quite a few potions, I initially thought I could defeat Father Utravsky in my spirit form. However, your description just now makes me unsure. Is the "Nightmare Candle" really that malevolent? This kind of sealing artifact seems to be very effective against spirits... Klein rationally shook his head:

"no."

He quickly changed the subject:

"Why would your noble lords refuse your request? To them, it should have been just a simple favor."

Emlyn White's face instantly turned ashen, like cooled ashes.

"They say that Father Utravsky is a follower of the 'Mother Earth,' and they do not want to have a direct conflict with her. They are researching other ways to break free from psychological suggestion, such as going to the depths of the Sunia Sea, the Misty Sea, and the Raging Sea to search for those dragons that have been living in seclusion for a long time."

He added, his smile more like a grimace:

"By the time they figure it out, by the time they find the dragon in the spiritual realm, I may already be a devout follower of the 'Earth Mother Goddess'... I am increasingly appreciating the preciousness of life and the joy of a bountiful harvest."

A follower of the "Earth Mother Goddess"? Father Utravsky is a follower of the "Earth Mother Goddess"? No wonder he has so many magical items... It seems that his sudden conversion to the "Earth Mother Goddess" as a powerful pirate is not such a simple matter... Klein sighed first, then felt a wave of fear.

He almost agreed to Emlyn White's request to try and defeat Father Utravsky.

If I lose, I might be locked in the basement and forcibly detained. If I win, I'll offend another deity. No, I can't win at all. The "Earth Mother's" chosen one must have some trump card. If Father Utravsky hadn't suppressed his split personality back then, I probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him...

Klein wisely refrained from delving deeper into the topic, and once again looked directly at Father Utravsky at the forefront, saying:

"You could try finding an organization called the Psychological Alchemy Society."

Otherwise, you can only wait for our Tarot Club's "Justice" to become a "psychologist," and by then, you might be reluctant to leave the faith of the "Earth Mother Goddess"... Klein silently added.

For him, it would be best if Emlyn White could also join the Psycho-Alchemy Society. That way, if Miss Justice encountered problems within that organization, he would have other resources to help her, instead of always summoning the trinity of Fool, Favorite, and Believer.

"Psychological Alchemy? Never heard of it." Emlyn shook his head dismissively. "It must be a secret organization that just appeared recently."

"This organization has existed for at least one or two hundred years," Klein refuted his statement.

"For vampires with long lifespans, a hundred or two hundred years is like they've only just appeared. Those noble lords might sleep for a hundred years," Emlyn White said proudly.

Before Klein could speak, he turned his gaze forward, cleared his throat, and said:

"Do you know how to contact that organization?"

Klein wanted to answer that there was a doctor named Duster Guderian at the Tingen City Asylum who was a member of the Psycho-Alchemy Society, but he swallowed the words back.

"Since I'm being targeted by the 'True Creator,' I'd better not get involved with the people and things in Tingen. There's a certain risk of exposure, and once exposed, given the Aurora Society's madness, they certainly won't let Benson and Melissa off the hook..." Klein shook his head slightly and said.

"I've only heard of this organization."

"You can write to other vampires to inquire."

Emlyn White was disappointed and didn't bring it up again. He glanced at Klein and chuckled.

"I bet that friend of yours who's about to get promoted is yourself."

Klein gazed ahead nonchalantly and replied casually:

Congratulations, you got it right.

"..." Emlyn White was stunned on the spot; this was a completely different reaction from what he had expected!

Noticing his change, Klein chuckled softly:

"Mr. White, actually, the most suitable profession for you is not pharmacist, but actor."

Emlyn was taken aback at first, then arrogantly raised his head and said:

"I am a profound and noble vampire, and I will not make a living based on my appearance."

"You think I'm complimenting your handsomeness?" Klein slowly stood up and smiled.

"No, I mean, you have a natural talent for comedy."

As Emlyn White's expression froze, he squeezed into the hallway and uttered a single sentence:

"Don't forget the entrustment."

…………

Port Pritz, White Oak Avenue.

Fors Wall arrived early at the kingdom’s largest and most important port by steam train and booked his return riverboat ticket—which was relatively much cheaper.

Breathing in the sea-scented air, Fors saw many dockworkers hurrying by.

During peak season, the port is flooded with temporary workers seeking relatively good pay. Many poor people living in the eastern part of Backlund also travel southeast together, walking more than 60 kilometers, just like they do when they participate in hop picking.

The roads were wider than in many blocks of Backlund, and the air quality was good, but it was relatively dirty... Fors looked around and found the fishermen's association located in an old building.

Without any major complications, she easily met Dorian Gray in an office.

This gentleman was of medium build, but had exaggeratedly large arms, and his hair was neatly combed, quite unlike the bird's nest hairstyles of most people in the association.

This must also be an Abraham... Fors briefly explained his purpose and handed over Lawrence's will, the strange notebook, and the extraordinary diamond-like properties to the other party.

Dorian received the items with a complicated expression and opened the suicide note first.

After reading it carefully, he raised his head and looked earnestly at Fors with his blue eyes:

"I praise your kindness and trustworthiness, Ms. Wall. I will always remember the help you provided to Anlisa and Lawrence."

"Would you mind accepting my thanks? I'd like to invite you to lunch."

"No problem." Fors was wondering how to pass the time before the ship set sail.

Dorian immediately arranged for her to wait in the adjacent lounge, and provided her with black tea and snacks, newspapers and magazines.

Upon returning to his office, the man opened a hidden cabinet with some hesitation and took out an item.

It was a crystal ball that shimmered with brilliant light in its purity.

(End of this chapter)