The front door of Patrick Jason's house was suddenly opened, and a group of night watchmen in black woolen coats trotted in.

They looked alert and vigilant, as if they were facing an extremely terrifying enemy.

Deng, Deng, Deng, a figure in silver full body armor walked in.

It gives people an extremely heavy feeling, and every detail follows the ancient style. The area from the left shoulder to the lower abdomen is stained with a splash of dark red blood that cannot be washed off. Combined with the splattered red dots in other places, it creates a picture with a very weird beauty, like a unique and gorgeous decoration.

The "Requiem Master" Soest took out his pocket watch and took a look at it.

"Change."

The silver full-body armor stopped, raised his hand and lifted the visor, revealing the wearer inside, a handsome man with black hair and green eyes.

"Leonard, hot water is ready in the bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor. Don't waste time, otherwise you will end up in the arms of the goddess." Sost reminded him.

"Yes, Captain Soest." Leonard Mitchell took off the heavy blood-stained silver armor with the help of other Nighthawks.

Wearing red gloves, he ran straight to the second floor without any greeting or hesitation and found the bathtub still emitting white mist.

Leonard quickly took off all his clothes and lay in the hot water, without even exposing his nose.

His skin quickly turned red, like a cooked lobster, and strange silver lines like scars gradually appeared on the surface.

Those silver lines continued to spread outwards like the pure light of a sword and merged into the hot water.

In just a dozen seconds, the white mist of steam disappeared, and even a thin and transparent layer of floating ice condensed on the surface of the hot water!

Not until all the silver streaks had dissipated did Leonard turn over and sit up, gasping for breath.

He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, and then lowered his voice and said:

"Old man, do you know the origin of '142'?"

A slightly old voice immediately sounded in his mind:

“You’re becoming more and more rude.

"I don't know the origin of that strange armor."

Without waiting for Leonard to ask again, he said:

"But I roughly recognized the owner of that blood."

"Who is it?" Leonard asked curiously.

The slightly old voice said in a low voice:

"An ancient god from before the Cataclysm."

South District of Daqiao, Rose Street, Harvest Church.

As soon as Klein stepped into the quiet prayer hall, he saw Father Utravsky and the vampire Emlyn White, sitting on chairs one in front of the other, one taller than the other. Their hands were intertwined, their palms were empty, and they were placed in front of their mouths and noses.

This is the exclusive prayer posture of the Church of Mother Earth.

At this moment, Emlyn White looked gentle and peaceful, with no trace of his previous arrogance or annoyance.

Klein moved his lips slightly and silently drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

He found a seat and sat down at random. After the prayer was over, he walked to Emlyn White and said with a smile:

"You are particularly pious today."

"What?" Emlyn woke up with a start, his face pale as he muttered to himself, "What did I do, what did I do?"

His voice gradually faded away, and he seemed to have remembered what he had just done.

“Maybe it’s not a bad thing.” Klein comforted the other party with unconvincing words and sat next to the vampire.

"I don't want to hear others say that, although I myself feel less and less resistant." Emlyn's face was dark, and he said in a slightly mournful voice, "But I don't want to betray the moon!"

Klein didn't continue the topic that made the vampire sad, and asked casually:

"Do you, the blood race, worship the original moon, or a certain god representing the moon? Or can the two be equated?"

"Both." Emlyn raised his chin slightly. "For the orthodox blood race, of course they believe in the god who represents the moon. His name is Lilith, the ancestor of our blood race, an ancient god. The blood race that has transformed from humans tend to worship the original moon. Under normal circumstances, the two can be equated, but sometimes they do not overlap and there are differences."

"A vampire transformed from a human?" Klein was not surprised that Emlyn White could say the name of Lilith, the ancient god of the Second Age. Instead, he was more concerned about the so-called vampire transformed from a human.

Is this the "vampire" sequence that Mr. Azik mentioned? He thought silently.

Emlyn said with a slightly complicated expression:

"Yes, there are two types. One is transformed by a powerful vampire through the First Embrace, and the other is transformed by taking the corresponding potion. The latter is our most hated enemy."

"Why?" Klein vaguely guessed the answer.

Emlyn gritted his teeth and replied:

"The main ingredient of their potion is our blood essence."

As expected, Klein couldn't help but turn his head and look Emlyn up and down.

Emlyn, who was inexplicably nervous when he was looked at by him, snorted:

"You are already a Beyonder, you can't change your path anymore!"

This is just the first time I've seen a walking, no, living, no, talking Beyonder material. However, in a sense, every Beyonder is also made of this kind of material. Klein originally just wanted to make a joke in his heart, but he quickly felt a strong sense of sadness.

At this time, Emlyn glanced at Bishop Utravsky who was carefully wiping the Holy Emblem of Life, and said in a low voice:

"I found the two materials you wanted."

"What is it?" Klein did not try to hide his joy.

Emlyn responded fluently:

"The price for the Thousand-Faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland and its blood is 2,000 pounds for the former and 300 pounds for 100 milliliters of the latter, a total of 2,300 pounds."

2300 Klein blurted out:

"Can it be cheaper?"

After receiving the bail, all his cash currently totals 2,185 pounds.

For the middle class, this is already a fairly ample savings. Some people may only be able to save this much money in their lifetime, but Klein found that this is not enough.

"No, if it wasn't for me, he originally wanted 2,800 pounds. According to the agreement, you have to pay me an additional 150 pounds, a total of 2,450 pounds." Emlyn shook his head.

After taking a look at Klein's expression, he quickly added:

"In this era, giant dragons are rare. Apart from the vampires with long lifespans, it is difficult to find similar extraordinary materials elsewhere. Even if there are, they will be more expensive than this."

I still need another 265 pounds. I have saved so much money with great effort, but it is about to be all gone, and it is still not enough. I hope Mr. "The Hanged Man" can sell the extraordinary characteristics of "Werewolf" as soon as possible. Next, there are the characteristics of human skin shadows and the hair of deep-sea naga, which will not be much cheaper than this. The situation over there is still uncertain, so I have to behave myself for a while. The compensation he owes me should be repaid by removing the mental pollution of the out-of-control person in the magical item. This is more concealed. Klein's thoughts were all over the place, and he felt that the light outside the window was dimmed a lot.

He took a deep breath and said:

"good.

"But the transaction will be delayed for a while. I recently offended a guy who is being protected by an official Beyonder. You don't want the seller to be imprisoned in the basement of the church, right?"

And I still have to gather the remaining funds. Klein tilted his head slightly and looked at the dome of the church.

“Official Beyonder?” Emlyn White was startled, stood up abruptly, and looked around.

Klein glanced at him and said:

“Don’t worry. You are now a priest of the Church of Mother Earth. You have a legal status, and Bishop Utravsky will protect you.”

"I'm not" Emlyn's denial was unusually weak.

He sat down again, and suddenly thought:

"Can those official Beyonders solve the problem of psychological suggestion?"

“Maybe.” Klein almost laughed. “But if that happens, you will most likely become a follower of the Goddess of Night, the God of Steam and Machinery, and the Lord of Storms. Of course, you can also choose to become a member of a special military department. They might send you abroad as a spy to seduce some noble lady.”

"I only like dolls and pure and beautiful girls!" Emlyn emphasized immediately.

I can see that you are a little moved, but only a little. Klein turned and asked:

"Do you know anyone from the Belia family? In Backlund?"

"Beria? That crazy family that worships the devil? No, they are the devils themselves!" Emlyn blurted out in astonishment, "What do you want to do with them?"

Klein said helplessly:

“The person I offended was one of them, Patrick Jason Belia, because of a serial murder case.

"Please help me find out his recent whereabouts and acquaintances in your circle. If you have accurate information, I will give you a reward, which will vary depending on the importance of the information."

Of course, all of this can be reimbursed to the Nighthawks, the Mechanical Heart, and the military, Klein thought relaxedly.

Emlyn nodded thoughtfully:

“How dare you provoke a real devil.

"Once you have accurate information about him, he will know that you will cause him serious harm."

"It doesn't matter. I have official Beyonders to protect me." Klein replied nonchalantly.

Emlyn was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds he said:

"Okay, I'll give it a try. The minimum reward for information is 20 pounds."

After finalizing this matter, Klein did not stop and stood up and walked towards the church door.

His mind was full of questions about how to raise the money next.

Miss "Magician"'s new work has been published, and she should have a guaranteed fee, and royalties later. Perhaps I can sell her the recipe for the 'Astrologer' potion, but she hasn't even gathered all the ingredients for the 'Master of Magic' potion yet. Miss "Justice" has joined the Psychological Alchemy Society, and I don't have any recipe to sell her. Selling knowledge?

The Beyonder characteristic of Werewolf is only about 1,200 to 3,000 pounds, and it may be even lower. Is it going to be a magical item? Or find a way to make Emlyn White a follower of the Fool, and collect offerings in exchange for removing psychological hints?

By the way, Jason Belia is carrying a large amount of cash, jewelry and precious metals. If we can find him, maybe we can get a share of it!

As his thoughts raced, Klein walked out of the church and saw the dim sky and thin fog.

He sighed softly and said:

“I’m short of money.”

Arriving at Minsk Street, Klein took a thick stack of newspapers and walked into the bathroom, posing as if he was ready for a long battle.

He was going to go above the gray fog and use Jason's handkerchief to divine the other party's whereabouts!