Although I have always had the urge to pray to The Fool, hoping to get rid of the psychological suggestion planted by Father Utravsky, I am also very clear that chanting the name of someone of unknown origin is quite dangerous. Not all secret beings will give bait first and guide slowly. In this matter, they are often like sharks in the ocean. Once they smell the smell of blood, they will rush to grab it frantically...
As a result, now... Lord Nibais, no, what exactly does the First Ancestor want to do?
Emlyn White said with a rather ridiculous tone:
"This would be very, very, very dangerous."
Inside the coffin that looked like it was made of black iron, Nibais Odra responded in an old voice:
“Yes, that’s normally the case.
“But not all secret entities are full of malicious intent. Among them, there are also those who abide by the rules and love to trade, such as the seven pure lights in the spiritual world.
"Since the First Ancestor has given such a revelation, it means that the danger that The Fool may bring is not too serious, or even non-existent.
"And during this process, I will always be by your side to protect you.
"Don't you want to get rid of the psychological suggestion? Have you become a believer of the Mother Earth and abandoned the Moon?"
"No, I didn't!" Emlyn denied hastily.
He was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said:
"I would like to have a few days to think about it."
"Okay, no problem. I believe you will make a choice that is in line with the noble status of the vampires." Nibais' voice softened inside the coffin, and he smiled reassuringly.
After sending Emlyn White back to the second floor, Casimi Odra reentered the dark and gloomy underground hall and asked with confusion and doubt:
"Grandfather, how could Emlyn White be included in the revelation given by the First Ancestor? He is just a weak vampire who has just reached adulthood."
Nibais's voice pierced through the heavy black iron coffin lid, echoing with a bit of its own humming sound:
"No, Emlyn White was never mentioned in the revelations given by the First Ancestor.
“He only showed the scene of the coming of doomsday, the erosion from the red moon, and mentioned the ‘Fool’ and his corresponding honorific name.
"During this process, no vampire appeared. The so-called key person was just something I made up to convince Emlyn White.
"However, being able to take risks for the future of the vampires is also crucial in itself."
Casimi suddenly realized something, but then he had a new question:
"Why did you choose Emlyn White? What's so special about him?"
Nibais Odra suddenly laughed:
"Hasn't he been clamoring to pray to the Fool? Doesn't he think we don't take his problem seriously enough and doesn't want to be an enemy of Bishop Utravsky, so he wants to find help from elsewhere?
"I will fulfill his wish this time."
Casimi stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.
Emlyn White stood by the railing on the second floor, looking down at his tireless fellows, and drank a sip of "fine wine" with trepidation.
At least until today, I haven't heard of anyone who has suffered a tragic fate because of praying to the "Fool"... Maybe just as Lord Nibais said, the "Fool" is like the Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit World, a lawful, enthusiastic secret existence... Wait, what are the Seven Pure Lights of the Spirit World? Why have I never heard of them? They seem to be in the good camp? I wonder if you can help me... Anyway, the "Fool" may not be that dangerous, and Lord Nibais is protecting me... Maybe I can really take this opportunity to get rid of the psychological suggestion... Emlyn comforted himself with some fear and expectation.
…………
Monday morning, Cherwood District, Minsk Street 15.
Klein squatted in front of the toilet, holding a brush and carefully cleaning the dirt inside.
According to the planned schedule, after completing all the "visits" on Saturday and Sunday, he decided to take a day off and report the final results to Prince Edessak tomorrow and hand over the task. However, during this time when he should have been relaxing, he found that the house had become too messy and dirty.
Seeing this situation, Klein remembered something. He was cleaning his house by temporarily hiring a maid from the neighboring landlady twice a week.
As the Summer family went on vacation to the city of Seville in the Gulf of Disi, the maids, one to serve them and the other to receive year-end bonuses and return to the countryside, No. 15 Minsk Street where he lived had not been cleaned for a long time.
Klein originally planned to endure for two days, since he was about to "leave" Backlund. However, after he had some free time, he did not dare to sneak out to the Krag Club for entertainment, fearing that he would anger Prince Edessak. He could only stay at home, and he simply changed into old clothes and started to do the spring cleaning before the New Year.
Cleaning the toilet, washing the bathtub, wiping the windows, mopping the floor, wiping the utensils, washing the clothes... Klein was busy from 8 o'clock to 11 o'clock, and he barely completed the scheduled cleaning.
Of course, he just did it casually and was not so meticulous.
Sometimes, renting a house that is too big is not a good thing... Klein washed his hands and wiped his face with a towel.
Walking out of the bathroom, looking at the clean and tidy living room and dining room, and watching the sunlight penetrating the clouds and shining on the transparent glass windows, revealing golden patches, he inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment, and his mood became happier.
Reward yourself at noon and go out to find a good restaurant... Klein returned to the second floor and changed his clothes.
Just as he was flipping through the newspaper and waiting for the wonderful lunch time to come, the doorbell suddenly rang.
“It’s almost New Year’s Day, and someone is still commissioning me to do a mission?” Klein stood up and walked towards the door, determined to refuse the other party.
Although he only had 34 pounds in cash on him, in order to escape the oppression of the royal family, he had to go to the south for a "vacation" as soon as possible and could not take any more missions.
To his surprise, the visitor was not a stranger, but the old butler of Prince Edessak.
The old butler was wearing a well-cut long tuxedo. He saluted without being arrogant or losing his status:
"Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness is waiting for you in the carriage at the corner of the street. He would like to know the progress of the investigation."
So anxious? That's good. It saves me from having to go to Red Rose Manor again tomorrow... Klein quickly reorganized the words he had come up with last night in his mind and responded calmly:
"OK."
He was just about to take his hat off the coat rack when he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, the kind of pain that made you want to squat on the toilet.
He tried to hold it in, but when he realized he couldn't hold it in any longer, he said to the old butler apologetically:
"I'm so sorry, I have to go to the bathroom first. I feel a bit upset."
The old butler did not show any unusual expression:
“It’s your freedom.”
After finishing off the remaining residue in his stomach wave after wave but still quite happily, Klein washed his hands and returned to the hallway.
At this time, he found that the old butler was gone, and the maid with naturally curly brown hair was waiting outside.
"His Royal Highness the Prince asked me to apologize to you. He has something else to do and cannot wait too long. Please go to Red Rose Manor tomorrow or the day after tomorrow afternoon." The maid bowed meticulously.
It's not even 10 minutes yet. I've done it as quickly as possible... Normally, if I were holding a newspaper, I could squat for a while longer... Klein smiled.
"No problem."
After receiving the response, the maid who had completed her mission immediately unloaded her burden and chuckled:
"Detective Moriarty, you missed that lady again."
"Huh?" Klein was a little confused.
The maid lowered her voice and said:
"That lady is with His Royal Highness this time. She was the one who suggested making a detour to visit you."
So, I missed it because of a stomachache? This is not right... Klein frowned slightly.
…………
In a room with thick soft carpet.
The quill that was being held stopped writing.
The notebook spread out below it had lines of words and many traces of smudges:
(smear)
"The target attempted to break free, but unfortunately, Detective Sherlock Moriarty left before she could get downstairs."
…
"The target affected the maids around, but Prince Edessak's steward Finkel accidentally discovered the problem and took action."
…
(smear)
"The target once again went off track and attended Talim's funeral in place of Prince Edessak. However, she soon returned to her normal state and found that she could not recognize who Sherlock Moriarty was, so she could only miss him pitifully."
…
"Sherlock Moriarty went to Red Rose Manor to investigate, but he chose the wrong time. The target happened to be riding a horse at the golf course."
…
(smear)
"The goal once again triumphed over the arrangement, and Prince Edsak was persuaded to visit Detective Sherlock Moriarty. Unfortunately, Sherlock Moriarty had a stomachache and stayed in the bathroom for 7 minutes and 45 seconds, and the prince could not wait."
…
The middle-aged man, whose facial features were like sculptures but one eye was blind, put down his feather pen, looked at the woman on the side and said:
"What on earth did you put in her? Breaking through the limits over and over again can cause big problems."
The woman laughed softly and said:
"It's just an accident, don't worry too much, there won't be any problem."
As she spoke, she pulled up her hair, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Then, she slowly smeared various things on her face, becoming more and more attractive.
Watching her put on her clothes and accessories with ease, the middle-aged man with dark golden hair frowned slightly and said:
"where are you going?"
The woman did not answer directly, but said with a smile:
"Be careful with that quill in your hand. You almost swapped bodies with someone last time."
"You don't need to remind me." The middle-aged man with deep blue eyes said with a straight face.
The woman tightened her belt to make herself even thinner, then stretched slightly and yawned:
“I’m going to visit Mr. A of the Aurora Society.
"I hope he's as crazy as the rumors say."
As she spoke, the middle-aged man who was blind in one eye suddenly became gloomy, because the ordinary feather pen began to write by itself, as if an invisible hand was holding it.