After waiting for more than half an hour and confirming that there were no unexpected situations, Klein and Emlyn White left Attorney Jurgen's house. They walked forward in silence, each thinking about their own things, and soon arrived outside No. 15 Minsk Street.

Vampire Emlyn put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly.

"The reward has been paid. I hope we won't have the chance to meet again."

This sentence is quite impressive, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely:

“I will visit Bishop Utravsky occasionally, and I hope you will not be at Harvest Church by then.

"Besides, I don't have to help you find a solution to the psychological suggestion anymore."

Emlyn White's expression suddenly became quite strange. He was silent for two seconds before he raised his chin and said:

"There are many powerful mystics in our blood clan. I will write to them and ask for help."

After saying this, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed to say goodbye.

After turning around and walking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked hesitantly:

"You're here, what are you cooking?"

"Beef bone and radish soup. It needs to be served with rice and the chili that is a specialty of the Feynaport Plateau." Klein breathed in the fragrance wafting from the house and said with anticipation.

Emlyn frowned and shook his head:

"Chili peppers are not in the vampire's aesthetic realm."

Frankly speaking, it is also difficult for me to imagine a vampire eating chili peppers. Of course, I occasionally fantasize about a vampire holding a white steamed bun and chewing on garlic and green onions... Klein muttered inwardly and pointed at the door, indicating that he was going to enjoy dinner.

Emlyn White thought for a second, lowered his voice, and said carefully:

"I thought about it for a long time last night and realized that you didn't actually do anything. Why do you want to be paid? The old man will let me go at any time."

Klein said:

"No, that's not how it's calculated. The mission your parents entrusted to you was to find you, not to rescue you. In the end, I was the one who found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.

"In addition, if I hadn't reminded you, you might have stayed in the Harvest Church for several weeks or months before you knew you were free to leave, and you wouldn't have realized that you were being hinted at."

"Are you hinting at my IQ?" Emlyn's face twisted.

No, it's to be frank... Klein smiled and said nothing more. He opened the door and went straight to the kitchen. His mind was filled with the clear and tempting soup, the white rice, the soft yet chewy beef, the marrow hidden deep in the bones, the sweet and refreshing radish with the aroma of meat, and the chopped Feynaport Plateau peppers.

In the fiery red fragments, pink rose salt and green cilantro leaves are sprinkled.

…………

On Thursday morning, Klein arrived at the cheap coffee shop in the East District as agreed.

Old Kohler, still wearing his thick jacket, was sitting in the corner, drinking tea that barely tasted like tea and drinking a loaf of black bread.

Klein came to the other side of him, took out something he had prepared long ago, and pushed it to the other side.

The cost was made up of two 5-sule notes, four 1-sule notes, and a handful of copper pennies for added effect.

Old Kohler looked at them straight, and after a while he stretched out his right hand and took them with trembling hands.

He looked at it again and again, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and forced a smile and said:

"At the dock, we move heavy cargo and do some troublesome cleaning in cold and dirty water, and we only earn about 1 soli a day..."

And there are a full 15 soles here!

Klein listened silently, and after a few seconds he said:

"What have you heard recently? What have you noticed?"

Old Kohler put away the funds, drank another sip of tea, pinched his eyes and said:

"I met a lot of dock workers and reconnected with friends I knew when I was wandering. Some of them went to factories, while others kept going back and forth between the workhouse and the park corner, just like me in the past...

"Recently, a saying came from somewhere, saying that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we pray directly to the creator of the source? It is said that He is in everyone's body and in all things, and He has not really died.

"Praying to Him can help us get salvation. Not only can we enter His kingdom after death, but we can also have a better life during our lifetime. For example, we don't have to work so hard, and we can have butter and juicy meat every day."

This... is this the mutant Creator theory that the Aurora Society is spreading? After what happened with Lanevus, they began to pay attention to the poor in the East District, the Dock District, and the East District, hoping to use them to achieve certain goals? I wonder if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon... I think they have... Klein sandwiched the butter between two slices of toast and took a bite without knowing the taste.

After talking for a while, Old Kohler said:

"Mr. Detective, as you instructed, I have been paying attention to the situation of the textile workers. In the end, with the intervention of the police, their struggle failed. But, haha, the leaders became factory supervisors, and one-third of them lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become streetwalkers, and some have gone to who knows where. The entire East District is in chaos."

If this was the situation when Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilingos came to Backlund, then he would come to the East District every day to quietly kill one or two people, and no one would notice or notice... Klein sighed in his heart.

Old Kohler continued to talk about his daily experiences and said:

"By the way, Liv's little daughter is missing."

"Liv?" Klein confirmed that he had never heard of this name.

Old Kohler suddenly realized:

"That was the laundry woman you and Mr. Reporter saw quarreling with someone last time. She had been doing laundry at home with her elder and younger daughters. But yesterday, one of her two daughters got lost on her way back from delivering clothes. It was really pitiful. She had been a widow for many years and had been counting on her two daughters, but in the end... Well, the police in the East District will definitely not look for her too hard."

Unfortunate people often suffer greater misfortunes because they have no ability to resist risks or change their environment... These words suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.

He was silent for a few seconds like a stone statue and said:

"Take me to see them. I'm a detective. Maybe I can help them find someone."

"...They have no money." Old Kohler reminded.

Klein picked up his hat and cane and said:

“I also volunteer occasionally.”

…………

In the Cherwood area, in the house where the two ladies originally rented.

Xio resumed his life as a bounty hunter, while Fors sped up the progress of his new book, hoping to save enough money for the extraordinary materials needed for the "Master of Magic".

But writing a book is not something you can write just because you want to. Fors scratched his hair in annoyance and decided to go out for a walk to find inspiration.

As she walked, she found herself returning to a familiar place without realizing it.

Diagonally in front of her was the Yusuf Clinic, where she first worked, a fairly large private clinic.

After staring for a while, Forsi thought of the old lady who led him into the extraordinary world, so he turned into the alley on the right and took a shortcut to a nearby street.

The street is lined with sycamore trees with falling leaves, making it a relatively quiet place.

Fors remembered that the old lady lived in the house at No. 39. She would occasionally come to deliver medicine or injections, and even help with some daily chores.

"It's been almost three years. The place should have been rented out again. Maybe it has had several tenants... I still remember when I came to sort out the relics, I found a lot of notes recording mystical experiences..." Fors walked under the sycamore tree with few leaves left, and slowly approached house number 39.

As she recalled her past experiences, she gradually gained some writing inspiration.

Just then, she saw an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black hat standing at the door of house No. 39 and rang the doorbell three times.

After a few minutes, no one opened the door. The old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around, whispering in confusion:

"Still no one..."

He suddenly spotted Fors, who was standing not far away and looking over here. He quickly took a step forward and walked over, smiling gently and eagerly:

"Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know Lauber and Anlisa?"

Anlisa? Isn't that the old lady's name? There are no tenants in this house recently? Fors said thoughtfully:

"I don't know if the Mrs. Anlisa I knew is the one you are looking for. She lived here for a long time, but she died three years ago."

"Died three years ago? What about Lao Boluo?" the old man with only a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes asked hurriedly.

"Her husband died before her." Fors answered honestly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a sad expression.

He was silent for a moment and said:

“Thank you, kind lady.

“I’m Lao Bo Luo’s brother, and I’ve been living in Jianhai County. I haven’t received any letters from them in a long time, so I decided to come and take a look.

"Can you tell me a little bit about what they went through during those years?"

Mrs. Anlisa's husband's brother...could he be the descendant of the family she mentioned? Fors suddenly became alert and responded with a smile:

"No problem."

She thought quickly about what she could say and what she couldn't say.

The old man pointed to the side and back and said:

“There’s a nice cafe there.”

…………

In a slightly old apartment in the East District, Klein once again stepped into the humid room.

He saw the tough woman who had argued with the street prostitute last time and disdained her profession standing in the pile of clothes. Her wrinkled face had lost its luster, her hardworking energy, and was lifeless.

And her eldest daughter, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who had squatted in front of the basin and washed clothes last time, sat by the bed, sobbing:

"It's my fault. I didn't take good care of her...

“I shouldn’t have taken her down that secluded alley.

“She also said she was going to learn a few more words at the free school tonight…

"It's me. It's all my fault..."

Liv, the laundry worker, suddenly came to her senses, turned to look at her eldest daughter, put away her sad expression, and said viciously:

"Why are you crying? Get up and do the laundry!

"Do you want to starve? Do you want to be unable to go to free school?"

After she finished yelling, she saw Klein and Old Kohler standing by the door.

"Old Kohler...who is this?" she asked puzzledly.

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