That’s quite a price to ask! Hearing the vampire’s demands, Caine felt both exasperated and amused. He glanced at the Bishop, Utzlovsky, and asked thoughtfully, “Father, could I borrow your candle? The one from last time—I’ve forgotten its name.” Utzlovsky had barely had time to respond when the vampire in the basement suddenly exclaimed, “What do you intend to do? What do you intend to do?” Utzlovsky then spoke gently, “It’s called the Candle of Heart’s Torment. What would you use it for?” Father, you’re quite cooperative—knowing to ask the purpose! Caine smiled slightly. “I plan to use it to go directly to the deepest part of my friend’s mind and ask questions there.” “You know, I have a special talent in this area—I’m particularly good at such things.” As he finished speaking, the vampire in the basement shouted loudly, “Idiot! Abandon your plan!” "Such treatment for the noble vampire lineage will surely bring a curse!" "Wait, wait, wait! I'm telling you, I'm telling you—the origin of the 'Universal Key'!" Klein chuckled lightly. "Thank you very much for your cooperation." "Hmph! The friend of this filthy old man isn't exactly a good one! As a vampire, I merely steal blood from blood bags at the hospital—how much more restrained can one be? And yet, here I am, locked up, listening every day to that incessant, buzzing commentary of the 'Book of Life'!" The vampire in the basement angrily complained. To be honest, if you truly lived up to your own words, and if you happened to meet someone like me, I’d probably just offer you a few pieces of advice. Unfortunately, when you stumbled into this church, the man facing you was a priest who once killed many people and was passionate about battle—now deeply devout, sincerely repentant, and fervently committed to his faith. That simply speaks to your bad luck… Nevertheless, Bishop Utravaski has fully recovered and should not truly harm you. At most, he’ll keep you under close watch. Klein responded silently. "He was using that 'universal key'—he told me he discovered it during a previous burglary entry into a house, along with a diamond-set pocket watch, which he found in the underground chamber. Initially, he thought the key would open a specific room or a particular safe, and he tested each one in turn, only to find that all of them worked—something utterly surprising for a thief. Over time, he succeeded in multiple burglaries until I finally caught him and seized the key. Damn it, I never thought that key would be so disorienting!" "It matches exactly the vision I saw in my divination... But isn't there a curse attached to this 'universal key'? The previous owner got lost and was imprisoned; the one before that also got lost and was caught on the spot. Perhaps I truly need to set it upon the gray mist, retrieving it only when needed—though that would be quite inconvenient and might delay matters.克莱恩 carefully controlled his expression, speaking calmly and deliberately: "Then, did the thief mention where he obtained it?" The vampire in the basement murmured: "You're questioning my wisdom—how could I not ask about this?" "He said it was at 48 Riverbend Avenue, South District of the Bridge. I originally planned to visit and investigate when I had the chance—but, by heaven!" "Alright, I've finished. Please don't interrupt me anymore." 克莱恩 did not leave at once. Instead, he slowly drew out a half-penny copper coin and whispered: "He's lying." "... After seven repetitions, Caine's eyes deepened as he gave a crisp snap, sending the coin spinning and landing in his palm. This time, heads up—meaning affirmation. Therefore, the vampire is lying! The details described by the thief closely match the vision I've divined, corroborating one another. They are not false—therefore, the vampire must be lying about the specific address. Caine turned to Bishop Utravsky, smiling gently. "He's lying," he said. "Let me think—why would he lie?" "It would be unwise and detrimental to his position to direct his anger and retaliation toward someone so unrelated to him." "Thus, I believe he is actually using this as a means of appeal. That address likely belongs to one of his companions—the priest. Won't you go and see for yourself?" The underground instantly fell utterly silent. It took several seconds before the vampire finally chuckled: "I simply didn't want to tell you so simply—after you threatened me, I lied to retaliate, isn't that perfectly normal?" I could sense his forced composure... Klein smiled gently: "Then, what is the true answer? If you lie again, I won't mind sending this address to the three major churches, claiming it's connected to the recent string of murders." "...Humans are truly cruel..." the vampire sighed, gritting his teeth. "32 Wilde Street, South District of the Bridge." Klein tossed the coin once more, confirming that the other had not lied. It seemed the vampire lacked the ability to interfere with the divination. Hmm, I'll verify this again at the Gray Mist. Klein placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly before the heavy stone door of the basement: "Thank you for your cooperation." "Hmph." The vampire in the underground chamber responded with impatience. Just as Caine turned to prepare to leave, he suddenly shouted aloud, "Remember, I'm Emlyn White! Remember, I'm Emlyn White!" What good is remembering my name? I have no intention of saving you. I'm unprepared, with no home advantage—I can't possibly compete against Father Utravsky, who has this magical item that allows him to draw blood back from his victims... Hmm, perhaps this vampire's companion is offering a reward, hoping I'll reveal this information? Caine paused, said nothing, and then walked out of the Harvest Church. He chose a quiet, secluded spot and removed the pendulum from within his left sleeve. With that, he performed a divination on the matter of exploring the 32nd street address. The result was that there would be some risk, though not high. Some risk... where exactly? What kind of danger might it be? Klein carefully analyzed the situation. He suspected that the apprentice who had died suddenly had transformed into a ghostly monster due to intense resentment—an especially strong type. But that didn’t quite add up. The thief had simply emerged with the "universal key" without encountering any incident. So perhaps the danger lay hidden somewhere within the building? Klein thought deeply. He decided it would be wise to be well-prepared before heading there, in case he encountered enemies whose extraordinary abilities he couldn’t yet handle. At least, at least until he acquired bullets capable of purifying ghostly shadows… He gave a slight nod. With this line of thought, combined with his previous experience fighting the "Dawn Knight," Bishop Utrofski, Klein suddenly felt he could begin to formulate the first rule of a magician: "Don't perform without preparation!" That would likely expose him… Klein quietly added that to himself. …… On a Tuesday morning, Caine prepared butter, toasted two slices of bread, and didn't rush to eat. He opened the door and retrieved today's newspaper from the mailbox. Hmm, there was a letter tucked inside. He pulled it out, glanced at the envelope as he walked back to the dining room. "From Stuart—seems he's completed his initial investigation," Caine nodded slightly, unsealed the letter, shook out the papers, and sat down at the table, reading as he went. Stuart reported that neither of the two suspects exhibited any unusual behavior. One man lived a quiet, uneventful life, attending to his grocery store and family; the other was constantly juggling various temporary jobs, working hard to make ends meet. Neither was restless, neither showed signs of agitation or a desire for conflict, nor had either ever been known to retreat into a room alone. At the end of the letter, Stuart expressed some reflections on the poor conditions in the East End, vowing to save enough money so that he wouldn't end up there in his old age. "Thank you for your help. If I gather any further leads, I'll share them with you." Seeing that the other person hadn't uncovered any useful traces, Kline simply sent a brief letter, keeping him from being deeply involved in the case so that the "Demon" wouldn't sense any threat and eliminate the potential danger prematurely. His schedule today had been planned as far back as last week: a visit to the Royal Museum for the "Rossel Memorial Exhibition!" ........ Queen District, at the grand country villa of the Earl of Hall. Audrey wore a light, flowing dress featuring bold lacework, and draped a snowy fur cloak, waiting for her personal maid, Anne, to fasten a soft hat adorned with pearls and delicate mesh lace that gently cascaded down her sides. Beside her, Suzy crouched there, a ribbon bow tied neatly at her neck. "My lovely little princess, where are you off to today?" asked the Earl of Hall, descending the stairs and gently stroking his neat little mustache. "Father," Audrey replied with bright eyes, "I'm going to see the Rossel Memorial Exhibition." She mentally added: "I'd like to take a look at the original copies of King Rossel's diary and find a chance to speak with Mr. The Fool." The Earl paused thoughtfully. "Why today? It will be crowded, and the event will surely be quite chaotic." "Yes, I'll coordinate with the Steam Church to arrange a special half-day slot for you and your friend right after the official exhibition concludes. That way, you'll be able to visit without any distractions. If you have any items or exhibits you'd like to examine closely, simply let them know." Ah, that sounds even better. Now I can go through the diaries at my own pace... Audrey adjusted her skirt and bowed slightly: "Thank you, noble Lord Holbein~" P.S.: Just to clarify regarding the official plot reveals from Yuedwen—once you see your sister as the protagonist, you'll realize it's not quite authentic. Don't take it all at face value. I have no idea how they ended up altering my original outline and descriptions into that version.