Chapter 194: A True Blessed

Chapter 194: A True Blessed

Inside Harvest Church.

Klein turned his head and glanced at Emlyn White. Rather than disturb the church’s peaceful atmosphere, he deliberately lowered his voice, chuckled, and asked in return,

“Are you short on money?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt as if he were asking the other man whether he knew about Amway.

Emlyn first looked slightly stunned, then snorted with disdain.

“Do not insult a noble Sanguine with money!”

Klein immediately gave a quiet laugh. Facing the tall, burly Father Utravsky up ahead, he spoke as though casually.

“As far as I know, exquisitely handmade dolls aren’t cheap. They can even be called expensive, especially the ones as tall as a person.”

“…” Emlyn opened his mouth and tried to retort, but in the end he failed to produce a single word.

After a stretch of silence, he coughed twice and spoke as if he did not care.

“Tell me, then. What exactly do you want me to help with? I am not a Sanguine who enjoys guessing riddles.”

Klein did not look at the vampire beside him. Smiling to himself, he said, “A friend of mine is about to advance and needs to gather the corresponding Beyonder materials. I wonder whether you can help.”

“Are you questioning the ability of a Sanguine?” Emlyn White said haughtily. “Even if I do not have them, I can write letters and ask those even more noble lords.”

That’s exactly what I wanted… Klein immediately rattled off in reply:

“The mutated brain pituitary gland of a Thousand-faced Hunter, 100 milliliters of its blood, the characteristic of a Human-skinned Shadow, and five strands of Deep-sea Naga hair. As long as you can obtain any one of these, I will pay you according to the price. The cheaper the price, the greater your reward.”

He had deliberately asked for a little extra of the supplementary materials to avoid losses.

Hearing this entirely fluent description, Emlyn White immediately felt as though he had fallen into a verbal trap.

After calming himself, he said, “For extraordinary materials, my reward is at least 100 pounds. For supplementary materials, at least 10 pounds. Although I don’t know what level the things you want belong to, I believe they definitely won’t be cheap, nor will they be common. Otherwise, you would never have come to me for help.”

Quite smart… Klein smiled.

“Deal!”

In that instant, Emlyn White deeply suspected that the reward he had asked for was too low.

So he added, “Mr. Detective, have you found any clues about removing the psychological cue?”

Seeing that Father Utravsky was praying earnestly before the altar, Klein glanced sideways at the vampire and said, “I have the simplest method.”

“What?” Emlyn White’s red eyes lit up.

“Defeat Bishop Utravsky and seize his Nightmare Candle.” Klein gave a low heh of laughter. “After joining forces with your parents, you should possess sufficient strength. Are three Sanguine really afraid they can’t beat one Dawn Paladin?”

The corners of Emlyn’s mouth twitched, and his expression collapsed.

“We lost.

“We couldn’t beat him…

“My father and mother nearly got caught too. That Nightmare Candle is extremely strange…”

So you already tried… Your whole family nearly converted to belief in the Mother Earth… Three Sanguine still couldn’t defeat Father Utravsky? Is Father Utravsky, supported by the Nightmare Candle and the Blood Collector, really that terrifying? Or are vampires simply too weak? But all the rumors say vampires are quite powerful… Klein said thoughtfully,

“Then you can write letters and request aid from those more noble lords. There should be no shortage of powerful figures among the Sanguine.”

Emlyn White answered with a numb expression, “They refused.”

All of a sudden, he looked toward Klein with eyes full of hope.

“Can you beat Father Utravsky? Or can that friend of yours defeat him?”

After obtaining the Sun Brooch and the Biological Poison Bottle, and after digesting quite a bit of my potion, I originally thought that in spirit-body state, I could beat Father Utravsky. But after your description just now, I really can’t be sure. Is the Nightmare Candle really that strange? One look at that Sealed Artifact and you can tell it hard-counters spirit bodies… Klein rationally shook his head.

“No.”

He swiftly changed the topic.

“Why would those noble lords of the Sanguine refuse your request? To them, this should be only a simple favor.”

Emlyn White’s face instantly turned ashen, like cooled embers.

“They said Father Utravsky is a Blessed of the Mother Earth. They don’t wish to come into direct conflict with him and are currently researching other methods to remove the psychological cue. For example, they plan to search the depths of the Sonia Sea, the Fog Sea, or the Berserk Sea for long-reclusive dragons.”

He added with a smile uglier than crying, “By the time they finish their research, by the time they find a dragon of the mind domain, I may already be a faithful believer of the Mother Earth… I now increasingly feel that life is precious, and harvest is a joyful thing.”

A Blessed of the Mother Earth? Father Utravsky is a Blessed of the Mother Earth? No wonder he has so many mystical items… Looking at it this way, his sudden conversion to the Mother Earth as a once-powerful pirate must not have been simple… Klein was first emotional, then suddenly frightened.

A moment ago, he had almost agreed to Emlyn White’s request and attempted to defeat Father Utravsky.

If I lost, I might also be locked in the basement and forcibly imprisoned. If I won, I would offend another deity. No, I wouldn’t win at all. As a Blessed of the Mother Earth, Father Utravsky definitely has corresponding trump cards. Back then, if Father Utravsky hadn’t been suppressing the split personality himself, I probably couldn’t have defeated him…

Klein wisely did not go deeper into the topic. Looking once more at Father Utravsky’s figure at the very front, he said, “You can try seeking out an organization called the Psychology Alchemists.”

Otherwise, you can only wait for Miss Justice of our Tarot Club to become a Psychiatrist. By then, perhaps you’ll already be reluctant to leave the faith of the Mother Earth… Klein silently added.

For him, it would be best if Emlyn White could also join the Psychology Alchemists. In that case, if Miss Justice encountered trouble within that organization, he would have another resource to help her, instead of always having to summon the trinity of Fool, Blessed, and believer that was himself.

“The Psychology Alchemists? Never heard of them.” Emlyn shook his head disdainfully. “They must be a secret organization that only appeared recently.”

“That organization has existed for at least one or two hundred years,” Klein said, denying his claim.

“To the long-lived Sanguine, one or two hundred years is the same as having just appeared. Those noble lords might sleep once and wake a hundred years later,” 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 had wanted to answer that there was a doctor named Daxter Guderian at the Tingen City Asylum who was a member of the Psychology Alchemists. But just as the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them back.

Now that I’ve been marked by the True Creator, it’s better not to get entangled with people and matters in Tingen. There is a certain risk of exposure, and once exposed, given the madness of the Aurora Order, they definitely won’t let Benson and Melissa go… Klein shook his head slightly.

“I have only heard of this organization.

“You can write letters to ask other Sanguine.”

Emlyn White looked disappointed and said no more about it. Turning his head to glance at Klein, he gave a heh.

“I’m guessing that friend of yours who is about to advance is actually you.”

Klein looked ahead without much concern and leisurely answered, “Congratulations. You guessed correctly.”

“…” Emlyn White froze on the spot. This was completely different from the reaction he had predicted!

Noticing the change in him, Klein chuckled.

“Mr. White, the profession most suitable for you isn’t Apothecary. It’s actor.”

Emlyn first froze, then proudly raised his head.

“I am a noble Sanguine with depth. I do not make a living from my appearance.”

You think I’m praising you for being handsome? Klein slowly stood up and smiled.

“No. I mean you have quite a talent for comedy.”

While Emlyn White’s expression stiffened, Klein squeezed into the aisle and left behind one sentence:

“Don’t forget the commission.”

…

Pritz Harbor, White Oak Street.

Fors Wall had taken the steam train early in the morning and arrived at the kingdom’s largest and most important harbor. She had also booked a return ticket on an inland waterway ship—it was relatively much cheaper.

Breathing in the scent of the sea permeating the air, Fors saw many dockworkers hurrying along.

Whenever the busy season arrived, many temporary workers poured into this port, hoping to earn relatively decent pay. Many poor residents of Backlund’s East Borough would also come southeast together for that reason, walking over sixty kilometers on their own feet, just as they did when taking part in hop-picking work.

The roads are broader than many districts in Backlund, and the air quality is also quite good, but it’s much dirtier by comparison… Fors looked around and found the Fishermen’s Association inside an old building.

Without any twists or turns, she easily met Dorian Gray in an office.

This gentleman was of medium build but had exaggeratedly strong arms. His hair, meanwhile, was combed very neatly, utterly unlike the bird’s-nest hairstyles of most people in the association.

He should also be an Abraham… Fors briefly explained why she had come, then handed over Lawrence’s will, the strange notebook, and the diamond-like Beyonder characteristic he had left behind.

Dorian accepted the items with a complicated expression and first opened the will.

After reading it carefully, he raised his head, his blue eyes looking at Fors with sincerity.

“Praise your kindness and trustworthiness, Miss Wall. I will always remember the help you gave to Anlisa and Lawrence.

“Would you accept my thanks? I would like to invite you to lunch.”

“No problem.” Fors had been worrying about how to pass the time before her ship departed.

Dorian immediately arranged for her to wait in the sitting room next door and provided black tea, snacks, newspapers, and magazines.

After returning to his office, the gentleman opened a hidden cabinet with a hint of uncertainty and took out an object.

It was a crystal ball that sparkled brilliantly in its purity.