inspire-indiana Chapter 69: Even capitalists were moved to tears...
Chapter 69: Even capitalists were moved to tears...
Cyril took several deep breaths to suppress the surging urge to kill all the malicious followers.
He glanced down at the "Peacekeeper" in the holster and sighed with a touch of helplessness:
"This isn't aversion to fighting; it's a fanaticism for battle, a desire to kill anyone with malice, regardless of whether that malice is directed at oneself or others."
"However, it's true that conflicts always seem to break out around this gun. We need to find a way to make a special gun holster specifically for this purpose, otherwise we won't be able to go out in peace from now on."
After sighing, he picked up the grayish-black shadow on the ground and quickly passed through the wall, leaving the street.
This place is just remote; it's not truly deserted. The commotion just now wasn't small, and an official team of extraordinary individuals will arrive soon.
After crossing two streets using his "apprentice" skills, he found another carriage.
After returning to the south side of the bridge, he carefully changed carriages twice, then got off two streets away from home and finally walked home.
At the gate, he happened to run into Ha Wen, who was about to leave. The latter looked him up and down suspiciously several times.
"What have you been sneaking around doing again? You even went out of your way to disguise yourself, but the disguise just doesn't look very sophisticated."
"....."
After a two-second silence, Sirion pulled a stack of £10 notes from his pocket and handed them over.
"I went to a gathering of extraordinary people; this is the money I borrowed from you before."
"By the way, is your lab still short of investment?"
"I thought you had forgotten about owing me money." Ha Wen reached out and took the stack of banknotes, without counting them, and stuffed them directly into his pocket.
Cyril: (⊙_⊙；)
Could he really say he forgot? If he hadn't needed to raise money to buy the meteorite crystal, he wouldn't have remembered it at all.
Noticing Sirion's shifty gaze, Havin chuckled softly:
"My lab is going very well. Mr. Portland invested a lot of money in me. He has high hopes for me."
Sirion nodded gently and wished, "I hope you can achieve financial freedom as soon as possible and make a fortune in the end."
"That way I can live a decadent life of eating and waiting to die."
Havin: (─.─||)
Then I wish you—no, I wish me—success.
After parting ways with Harvin, Cyril quickly returned to her room, retrieved the materials she had prepared in advance, and began setting up the sacrificial ritual aimed at "The Fool".
...
Meanwhile, Klein, who was waiting at home for his clients, suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers and immediately went to the bathroom.
He walked four steps backward to the top of the gray fog and saw the crimson star representing Cyril constantly expanding and contracting. A phantom sacrificial gate covered with mysterious patterns appeared and disappeared along with the crimson star.
As his spirituality spread and touched the crimson star, the voice and image of Cyril's prayers appeared, and at the same time, the sacrificial gate solidified.
...
A moment later, the crimson star returned to normal, the sacrificial gate disappeared, and a stack of banknotes appeared on the mottled bronze table in front of him.
The total was £800. £700 was for the meteorite crystal, and the other £100 was the service fee paid by Sirion.
"Is this guy trying to bribe the 'Fool's' favored followers in reality?"
"I have to say, he succeeded."
Klein smirked as he put the money away, then conjured his usual yellow crystal pendant, preparing to divine whether the transaction with Emlyn involving the meteorite crystal would go smoothly and whether there were any hidden risks.
After all, he'd already taken the money, so he was bound to do things efficiently and effectively.
This is more in line with my detective work than helping Mrs. Doris find her cat.
.....
Harvest Church, South of the Bridge.
Emlyn, his face darkening, looked at the detective who had suddenly come to the Harvest Church to see him and asked:
How did you know I was here?
Klein chuckled softly: "This is a detective's deduction. Judging from our last meeting, Father Utravsky clearly doesn't intend for you to end your volunteer experience so soon."
"Whether you're threatened or cursed, you'll eventually come back here to work."
Emlyn interrupted him, his face darkening: "You're haggling over the price because of the meteorite crystal?"
"That vampire won't agree. We have long lifespans and don't care about the success or failure of a single transaction. The extraordinary materials are just there; someone will always need them, and someone will always be willing to pay a high price."
"No." Klein shook his head slightly.
"I've brought the money. I hope you can acquire that meteorite crystal tonight."
"You..." Emlyn paused for a moment, then looked at Klein warily, unconsciously taking a step back:
"How did you know we vampires were having a gathering tonight? What are you planning to do?"
Klein responded calmly, "I just used divination to confirm the appropriate time for the transaction and whether there would be any unexpected events or hidden dangers."
Emlyn raised his voice slightly: "Fortune telling?"
"So the reasoning you just mentioned was actually the result of your divination?"
Klein: .....
Is this all the guy is focused on?
After a brief silence, he argued, "Divination is also one of my own abilities, so it can naturally be considered the result of my reasoning."
Even a detective with a mystical background is still a detective!
Emlyn ignored Klein's explanation; he suddenly thought of another question:
"Do you have a way to break free from suggestion? Or can you find someone who has the ability to break free from suggestion?"
It turns out it was just psychological suggestion. No wonder Father Utravsky was comfortable letting him go home after finishing his work. He was just taking advantage of his labor without paying him or providing him with food!
Even capitalists would weep upon hearing this...
Klein glanced at Emlyn, whose eyes were filled with expectation, and shook his head, saying with a sigh:
"I can't help it, I don't know them. I can ask around for you, but don't get your hopes up."
"Okay." Emlyn nodded dejectedly.
Klein handed over a £300 deposit to Emlyn and arranged a time for the transaction the next day before turning to leave.
Before he had even stepped out of the church, Emlyn suddenly called him back:
"Um, could you tell me where I can find someone who can help me break free from negative self-talk?"
Klein nodded slightly, then shook his head: "It's possible, but it's not very useful."
"My divination results will definitely point to this place, or to places like St. Samuel's Church, St. Hillan's Cathedral, or St. Wind's Cathedral."
"These places offer methods to break free from psychological suggestion, but would you dare to go?"
He paused, then countered, "Why don't you ask your vampire clan's higher-ups for help? Surely a metropolis like Backlund has high-ranking vampires among them?"
Emlyn's face darkened further upon hearing Klein's question:
"Those guys... they don't want to offend Father Utravsky, so they told me to figure it out myself."
Why?
Klein was puzzled. How could a mere foreign missionary priest make the high-ranking members of the vampire clan so wary that they didn't even dare to help their clansmen clear away psychological suggestions?
Emlyn gritted his teeth: "Father Utravsky is a chosen one of the 'Mother Earth'."
He simply couldn't understand what, apart from his height, Father Utravsky possessed that made him worthy of the honor of being a chosen one of God.
But he is exactly that kind of person, which makes even the high-ranking members of the vampire clan wary. They dare not directly help him remove the psychological suggestions on his body, and even say that as long as the other party does not actually harm him, the vampire clan will not question him.
Klein glanced at Father Utravsky with some surprise, then casually offered a few words of comfort to the unfortunate vampire before turning to take his leave.
Back at his rented house in the Joewood district, he had just changed out of his coat when there was a knock on the door.
He took a few steps closer, reached out and pressed the doorknob, and the image of the person knocking outside immediately flashed into his mind:
A big boy wearing an ill-fitting old coat, a round-topped brown hat, and a tattered satchel.
He had seen this person before; those bright red eyes and the calm demeanor that didn't suit his age were enough to leave a deep impression on him.
He had a premonition that his detective career was about to receive its first real commission.