Inside the Harvest Church. Klein glanced at Emlyn White, choosing not to disrupt the serene atmosphere and instead spoke softly, chuckling lightly and asking, "Are you short on funds?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt as though he were asking whether Emlyn knew of A&L. Emlyn first looked slightly taken aback, then scoffed, "Do not diminish the noble House of Blood with mere coin!" Klein exhaled sharply, gazing steadily at the tall, imposing Father Utrovsky, and said casually, "As far as I know, those finely crafted automata are no cheap affair—indeed, they can be quite expensive, especially the ones as tall as a human." "... "Emlyn opened his mouth to object, but ultimately could not find the words. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat twice, speaking with apparent indifference, "Tell me then, exactly what would you like me to do? I am not one accustomed to riddles." Klein didn't look at the vampire beside him, merely smiled to himself. "I have a friend who's about to be promoted and needs to gather certain extraordinary materials. Would you be able to assist me with that?" "Are you questioning the capabilities of a bloodline?" Emlyn White said with condescension. "Even if I weren't, I could certainly write to inquire of the more noble lords." That's exactly what I wanted... Klein immediately responded with a flurry of words. "The cerebral atypical change of the Multifaceted Hunter—specifically, the pituitary gland; 100 milliliters of its blood, possessing the human skin shadow characteristic; five strands of hair from a deep-sea Naiad. As long as you can secure any one of these, I'll pay you a fee, based on the price—preferably the lower the price, the greater the compensation." He deliberately listed the quantities of auxiliary materials generously, to minimize any potential losses. Hearing this seamless, unbroken description, Emlyn White suddenly felt as though he had been caught in the other man's linguistic trap. He calmed his demeanor and said, "For extraordinary materials, at least 100 pounds; for auxiliary materials, at least 10 pounds. Though I'm not entirely clear about the exact nature of what you're seeking, I'm certain they won't be cheap or common—otherwise, you wouldn't have come to me for assistance." That's quite clever, indeed...克莱恩 smiled and said, "Deal!" At that very moment, Emlyn White deeply doubted whether the compensation he had requested was sufficient. So, he added, "Detective sir, do you have any clues regarding the removal of psychological suggestion?" Upon noticing that Father Utrofsky was intently praying before the altar,克莱恩 turned to glance at the vampire and said, "I have the simplest solution." "What?" Emlyn White's eyes brightened. "Defeat Bishop Utrofsky and seize his 'heart-ensnaring candle.'" "Klein chuckled, "Once you've reunited with your parents, you should have sufficient strength—won't the three vampire lords be afraid to defeat a single 'Dawn Knight'?" Emlyn's mouth twitched, and his expression fell: "We lost. We couldn't hold them off... My father and mother were nearly taken as well—the 'Heart-Plagued Candle' was truly strange..." Ah, so you've already tried... nearly the whole family converted to the Earth Mother? The three vampire lords failed against Father Utrovsky? With the 'Heart-Plagued Candle' and the 'Blood-Sucking Device' at his disposal, Utrovsky must be that formidable? Or perhaps the vampires themselves are too weak? Yet, all the accounts suggest the vampires are quite strong. Klein mused, "Then you could write to more distinguished lords for assistance—your own house should not lack in capable champions." Emlyn White replied with a blank expression: "They declined." Suddenly, with hopeful eyes turned toward Cline, he asked: "Can you defeat Father Utravský? Or perhaps your friend?" After acquiring the "Sun Brooch" and the "Biological Toxin Vial," and having absorbed a good amount of potions, I originally believed that my ethereal state would give me the edge over Father Utravský. But your description just now has made me hesitate—how truly unsettling is the "Heart's Torment Candle"? This sealing item seems particularly effective against ethereal beings... Cline shook his head with calm determination: "Not possible." He swiftly changed the subject: "Why have the noble members of your house declined your request? To them, this should have been a straightforward matter of assistance." Emlyn White's face instantly turned as cold as ashes: "They say Father Utravský is a favored one of the Earth Mother. They don't wish to clash directly with her, so they're exploring other ways to counter the psychological suggestion—such as journeying deep into the Sunya Sea, the Mist Sea, and the Storm Sea to seek out the ancient, long-retired dragons." He smiled, a smile more painful than mournful, adding: "When they finally devise their solution, when they find the dragons of the Mind Realm—perhaps I'll already be a devoted follower of the Earth Mother. Right now, I find life precious and the harvest most delightful." A favored one of the Earth Mother? Father Utravský is a favored one of the Earth Mother? That explains so many of his magical artifacts. It's no simple matter, then, for a powerful pirate like him to suddenly embrace the Earth Mother. Kline first expressed admiration, then felt a wave of apprehension. He had almost agreed to Emlyn White's request to challenge Father Utzlovsky just now. If he lost, I might very well be locked in the basement, forced into confinement; if he won, he'd offend another deity—no, he'd certainly never win. The devoted follower of the "Mother Earth" surely held strong reserves. Had it not been for Father Utzlovsky's initial suppression of the emerging personality, I probably would have defeated him. Klein wisely chose not to delve further into this matter, and instead fixed his gaze once again on the figure of Father Utzlovsky at the very front. "You might try to find an organization called the Psychological Alchemy Society." Otherwise, you'll have to wait for our Tarot Society's "Justice" lady to become your psychologist. By then, perhaps you'll no longer be able to bear the thought of leaving the faith of the "Mother Earth." Klein silently added this to himself. To him, if Emlyn White could also join the Psychological Alchemy Circle, that would be the best thing—then, should Miss Justice encounter any difficulties within that organization, he would have additional resources to draw upon, rather than always summoning himself as the combination of the Fool, the Companion, and the Believer. "Psychological Alchemy Circle? I've never heard of it." Emlyn shook his head with disdain. "It must be a newly formed, secretive organization." "No, it's been around for a couple of centuries, at the very least," Kline countered. "To the noble bloodlines with long lifespans, a couple of centuries is merely as if it had just emerged—those distinguished lords might sleep through a single night and find a century has passed." Emlyn White said with pride. Before Kline could speak, Emlyn turned his gaze toward the front, cleared his throat, and said: "Do you know how to contact that organization?" Klein had intended to mention that Dr. Dast Guerdran, a physician at the madhouse in Tingen, was a member of the Psychological Alchemy Guild, but as soon as the words formed in his mouth, he hesitated and dropped them. Once the "True Maker" has taken notice of me, I'd better avoid any connection with people or events in Tingen—there's a definite risk of exposure. And once that exposure occurs, given the eccentricities of the Aurora Guild, they'll surely not spare Bensen and Melissa. Klein gave a slight shake of his head and said, "I've only heard of this organization." "You can write to inquire about the other noble houses." Emlyn White expressed a sense of disappointment, let the matter drop, and glanced at Klein, then chuckled, "I'd wager that the friend of yours about to be promoted is, in fact, yourself." Klein looked calmly ahead, unhurriedly replied, "Congratulations—you've guessed it right." "...Emlyn White stood utterly still, completely taken aback—this was far from what he had expected! Noticing his change, Caine chuckled, "Mr. Whitmore, actually, the career most suited to you isn't that of a pharmacist, but that of an actor." Emlyn was first taken aback, then raised his head with an air of lofty disdain, "I am a deep, noble vampire, one who does not rely on appearance for livelihood." Do you think I'm praising your looks? Caine slowly stood up, smiling, "No, I mean you have a strong sense of comedic talent." As Emlyn Whitmore's expression froze, he pushed past into the corridor, leaving behind one sentence: "Don't forget your commission." ........ Prizel Port, White Oak Street. Folthor Walde arrived by steam train early in the day, reaching the kingdom's largest and most vital port, and had already booked return tickets for the inland river steamboat—significantly more affordable. Breathing in the salty sea air, Folthor saw many dock workers hurrying about. During peak season, the port draws numerous temporary workers seeking relatively good pay. Many poor residents from the eastern part of Beckland consequently travel together to the southeast, walking over 60 kilometers on foot—just as they do when participating in the harvest of beer. The roads are wider than those in many neighborhoods of Beckland, and the air quality is also good, though somewhat dirtier than before... Foresight took in the surroundings and found the Fishermen's Association housed within an older, modest building. There was no difficulty at all—she simply met Dorian Gray in one of the office rooms. The man was of average build, yet had unusually broad arms, and his hair was neatly combed, a striking contrast to the more disheveled, nest-like styles common among the association's members. He must be an Abraham, Foresight thought. She briefly explained her purpose and handed him Laurence's will, the odd notebook, and the remarkable properties that resembled diamonds. Dorian received the items with a complex expression, first opening the will. After carefully reading it, he lifted his head, meeting Folth's sincere blue eyes: "I thank you sincerely, Mrs. Wol, for your kindness and steadfastness in supporting Anelisa and Lawrence. Will you accept my gratitude? I would like to invite you for lunch." "I have no objection," Folth replied, eager to make the most of the time before the ship departed. Dorian immediately arranged for her to wait in the adjacent lounge, offering her tea and pastries, along with newspapers and magazines. Upon returning to his office, he opened a concealed cabinet with a slight hesitation and removed an object—a clear crystal sphere that shimmered with brilliant light.