“No, it’s just good luck. God is blessing me.” Klein humbly made way and invited Stuart in.

What he said was actually true. This matter was indeed a stroke of luck. He already knew where Emlyn White was before the other party accepted the task.

Stuart took off his woolen coat and hat and hung them on the rack in the hall, saying, shivering:

"This damn weather is getting colder and colder. Maybe I should try one of those stuffed coats."

“You can’t call this cold, right? If you go to the north of Jianhai County and live in Winter County for a day, you will understand what true low temperatures and real winter are.” Klein laughed.

Then, he generously asked:

"A cup of hot coffee?"

"This is exactly what I expected." Stuart followed and walked towards the living room on the first floor. "I've been to the north of Jianhai County and know the low temperatures and heavy snow there. It was a pretty wonderful vacation, but the cold in Backlund is not bad either. It's like magic, penetrating my clothes and seeping into my bones. Oh, the fireplace that makes people want to praise it!"

Stuart stood in front of the burning charcoal fireplace for a full twenty seconds before sitting on the sofa. He looked at Klein who was busy brewing instant coffee and said,

"I plan to go on vacation to the south in the New Year and go fishing in the Disi Bay. What about you? What are your vacation plans? We have endured Backlund's atmosphere for a year and worked hard to save money just for a vacation like this."

“Perhaps, we are also heading to Disi Bay…” Klein said hesitantly. He looked at Stuart with a dazed expression.

This is about a promise.

A promise made to his brother Benson and sister Melissa.

“Haha, I’ll let you see my sea fishing skills then.” Stuart chattered, “We’re still not rich enough, otherwise we really want to travel to Feysac, Intis, or even the Southern Continent.”

Klein prepared the coffee and handed the white glazed porcelain cup to the other party. He then took two steps back and sat opposite him.

Stuart held the cup and took two deep breaths of the fragrant and warm air.

After a few seconds, he put the cup down and said very formally:

“As agreed, I will share the reward I received this time with you.

"Mr and Mrs White gave a total of £50, and you have clearly contributed more than I have.

"Sherlock, how about 30 pounds? I have to give some hard work fees to my informants."

Only 50 pounds? A vampire is only worth 50 pounds? Klein couldn't help but complain in his mind.

However, he also knew that the Whites did not want to increase the reward amount. They were probably worried that giving too much money would scare the detectives and cause them to make unnecessary associations, thus attracting the attention of the police or some official organizations.

For ordinary private detectives, a 50-pound mission is tempting enough. Klein only spent about 7 pounds to hire someone to investigate all the red chimney houses in Tingen City and the suburban towns.

"In addition, the Whites gave me an extra pound, saying it was for your travel expenses for the next few days." Stuart took out six 5-pound notes and a 1-pound note with a puzzled look.

Klein took it and casually checked its authenticity without explaining the fare.

Stuart did not ask any more questions, but smiled and said:

"Except for Mr. Stanton, you are the best detective I have ever seen. Did you join the profession halfway through, or did you learn from a great detective before?"

Which great detective did you learn from? There are so many, Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, a perennial elementary school student, a guy who used his grandfather's name to cheat people... Klein complained silently.

He thought for a moment and said:

"I'm from Jianhai County. I did a lot of jobs in my early days before I became a detective."

"So you have quite a lot of knowledge!" Stuart suddenly said.

Hey, I feel a little embarrassed by your compliment... Klein smiled but did not respond.

Stuart took a sip of coffee and said:

"Sherlock, if I encounter a difficult case that I can't solve in the future, I hope I can ask you for help."

I have also built up a network of connections in the detective world... Klein answered cautiously:

"When the time comes, if I am free."

After chatting for a few more words, Stuart tactfully said goodbye, and Klein walked him all the way to the hallway.

After putting on his coat and hat, Stuart was about to open the door and go out, when he suddenly turned around and said sincerely:

“Sherlock, you are too simple.

“Your talent deserves better coffee.”

Huh? Klein was stunned at first, then felt a little embarrassed.

He laughed dryly and said:

“I can’t tell good coffee from bad coffee, it’s all the same to me.”

…………

After seeing Stuart off, Klein went out and bought a few beef bones and some beef from the butcher's shop. He also went to the vegetable store to buy white radish and other ingredients, and also bought the corresponding seasonings.

He was going to prepare beef bone and radish soup for dinner to go with the leftover rice. For lunch, he just found a random restaurant on the street and had some lamb chops.

During the leisurely afternoon, Klein continued to study The Book of Secrets. The more he read, the more he felt that he knew too little about the occult.

Fortunately, he has a solid foundation and can quickly master many things once he gets in touch with them and thinks about them.

In the evening, he smelled the tempting aroma of beef bone and radish soup, and his Adam's apple moved up and down twice.

He heard the doorbell again, which was like the dinner horn.

Klein swallowed his saliva, walked to the back of the door, and reached out to grasp the handle.

The image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind. It was the handsome but not masculine enough red-eyed vampire Emlyn White.

There's no need to urge him... He's a trustworthy guy... Klein opened the door and said with a smile:

"Good evening, Mr. White."

Emlyn raised his chin, letting his impatience show through.

Just as he was about to speak, Klein took a look at the brown priest robe on him and smiled "I understand" and said:

"You just came from Harvest Church?"

Who said we could hold on last night?

Emlyn could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor and gritted his teeth and said:

"That old man, that old man...

"Damn it, how do I get rid of that damn hint?"

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he patted his clothes on his chest and frowned:

“Take me to the patient.

"There's a good dinner waiting for me."

As he spoke, he sniffed slightly, as if he smelled something.

Klein didn't say anything more. He took his coat and hat and said:

"Okay, I'll take you there now."

After closing the door and taking a few steps, he asked cautiously:

"Do you have a medical license?"

Otherwise, how can we convince Lawyer Jurgen to agree to let Mrs. Doris take the medicine?

Emlyn looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said:

"I don't need that kind of certificate to show my ability."

Before Klein frowned, he added casually:

"It was so easy, I just dealt with it and got it."

...You sound quite proud of your medical license... Klein smiled and said nothing.

Emlyn looked at the wet ground ahead and said casually:

"You know what I like most about Backlund?"

“What?” Klein echoed without any curiosity.

Emlyn laughed and said:

“The long-term gloomy sky and the fog that blocks the sun make me feel comfortable even when I go out during the day.

“It’s been great, except for the bad air.”

In other words, vampires will really be harmed by sunlight? Fortunately, I considered this yesterday and deliberately did not bring the sun brooch, otherwise I would not be able to communicate with Emlyn... Klein seemed to understand something.

As they were talking, they had already arrived outside Jurgen's house. Klein walked up and rang the doorbell.

After a while, the door opened, and Mrs. Doris, who was also dressed warmly at home, spoke in surprise:

"Mr. Detective, are you here as a guest?"

The black cat Brody squatted quietly beside him, looking at Emlyn warily, as if he felt that something was wrong with this guy.

Klein pointed at the vampire beside him and said:

"I just met a doctor who is good at treating lung diseases, so I asked him to help you. This doctor is Emlyn White."

"Really? You still remember this? What a good kid you are!" Doris happily invited the two in.

Child… Klein’s mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing in the end.

On the way into the living room, Emlyn lowered his voice and said to him:

"This patient's condition is irreversible, she is very old and quite frail.

“Even if I gave her the potion, she would only survive this winter at best, and would die in three to five years.

"Unless there is the legendary immortality potion or something similar, this is the only way. Alternatively, turn her into a vampire? But at her age, she can no longer withstand the changes that Beyonder characteristics will cause to her body. Besides, my parents and I don't have any extra characteristics."

It cannot be reversed... Klein was stunned and sighed silently.

He said to Emlyn:

"Let's prepare the medicine for her first, and we'll talk about it after the winter."

"Okay, I brought a ready-made potion that's just right for this situation." Emlyn sat down on the sofa without any hesitation.

At this time, Attorney Jurgen came out of the kitchen while taking off his apron and asked Klein why he came.

"Dr. White, what do you think about my grandmother's lung disease?" Jurgen asked seriously.

Emlyn was obviously very good at this kind of situation. He first talked about his knowledge of lung diseases, confusing Jurgen, and then said:

"What she needs most is warmth and healthy air, and that is my most sincere advice."

"Also, I have a special medicine that you can try for free."

As he spoke, he took out his internal medicine license and a small metal bottle.

"Will there be any side effects?" Jurgen asked cautiously.

"No, the only problem is that it can't cure the problem, it's just a temporary cure." Emlyn answered in a very professional manner, "If it weren't for Detective Moriarty, I wouldn't let anyone try it."

"Maybe we can give it a try? Ahem..." Mrs. Doris interrupted.

Jurgen glanced at Klein, and the other party, who had done divination beforehand, nodded in the affirmative.

"Okay." Jurgen finally made a decision.

He watched Mrs. Doris warily as she drank the potion, observing her reaction carefully.

Mrs. Doris saw no change at first, but gradually she began to feel her breathing becoming easier.

She stood up, bent down and hugged the cat, and said happily:

“I feel much better!”

Seeing this scene, the corners of Jurgen's usually serious and smileless face actually slightly raised.

But what Klein thought of was:

Three to five years.

He smiled and sighed:

This can also be considered a magic show, using extraordinary abilities to create false results to make the audience happy...

PS: I just got home and after two days, I have three updates. I will update them in advance in the early morning.