svetikya Klein in Chapter 91 Mission
Klein in Chapter 91 Mission
The Truth Guild, third-floor office.
Charles Horn sat behind his large desk, his fingertips lightly tracing the delicate figurines displayed on the surface.
These dolls are extremely well-made, with every detail lifelike, from silk-sewn gowns and meticulously sculpted faces to joints that can move flexibly.
It looks like it was custom-made.
"Such amazing craftsmanship..." Charles murmured in admiration.
"Unfortunately, their owner is a foolish vampire."
He picked up one of the elegant female dolls dressed in an elaborate long dress and gently stroked its hair. The doll's scarlet eyes gleamed softly under the light.
These dolls are all Emlyn White's "treasures".
According to the rules, collateral items without a fixed value can only be mortgaged up to half of their purchase value.
Long-lived beings often have some peculiar quirks, and Emlyn White, this vampire, happens to have a particular fondness for these dolls, even willing to spend a lot of money to commission them.
"Foolish vampire..." Charles sneered.
Emlyn White clearly believed that as a vampire, he could never actually be unable to repay a debt of just over a thousand pounds, which is why he mortgaged these beloved collectibles to the guild.
But he was wrong; he broke the contract.
According to the contract, in the event of a breach of contract, the collateral will belong to the guild.
These dolls... are so well preserved by Emlin that they're practically brand new, even more exquisite than those circulating in the market. The guild could easily resell them, potentially making double the money.
Most importantly, these dolls were commissioned by Emlyn from the workshops of the Society's artisans.
That's right! The association is large and has many businesses open to the public, including many handicraft workshops run by artisans.
So this time it was a complete transfer from one hand to the other, successfully achieving two goals with one effort.
"It's a sure-fire deal." Charles placed the doll back on the table with satisfaction.
He looked up at the clock on the wall and estimated the time.
"Sherlock Moriarty should have already started his operation, right?"
He wasn't worried about whether Klein could find Emlyn. After all, a detective who could accurately track a target was much more useful than a bounty hunter.
Moreover, he already knew that the other party was an extraordinary being.
"Most of them are fortune tellers...and not just Sequence 9."
"Not belonging to any faction..."
As he pondered, Charles took out another set of clothes from the drawer in his desk and looked them up and down.
"Excellent, it looks just like the real thing." He praised the craftsmanship of the Society's artisans once again.
It was a black coat printed with a crimson moon and a pair of exquisitely crafted red gloves.
This should be enough as a template... Charles nodded slightly.
"Project Imposter is about to begin. If it succeeds, the position of Square 4 will be..." Charles couldn't help but imagine the future.
"I have the freedom to select and assign personnel; this is an opportunity for me to cultivate my own loyal followers..."
"How about..."
……
Bad luck!
Because the Tarot meeting was longer than expected, quite a bit of time had passed by the time Klein rushed back to the detective discussion meeting.
This angered some detectives, who felt he wasn't taking the discussion seriously.
Moreover, according to Sean, he will most likely get a new nickname—"that guy with a bad stomach."
"Damn it, I have no idea what the Hanged Man is imagining." What frustrated him even more was the misunderstanding of "The Hanged Man" Alger.
When he read about Russell's outrageous romantic escapades above the gray fog, he couldn't control his expression for a moment—and this brief silence was actually caught by the perceptive "Hanged Man".
"He seems to have mistakenly assumed that I was very satisfied with the contents of this diary entry..."
To maintain the "Fool's" air of superiority, Klein could only vaguely imply that the few pages of the diary were of "limited value." But Alger's thoughtful expression made his heart pound; who knew what kind of mystical meaning the other had "imagined"?
"Sigh! Never mind, let's take care of the important business first."
He still has the task of finding people and cannot be distracted by this matter.
No. 48, Hewan Avenue.
Klein arrived at the house according to the address in the information, tidied his appearance, and then knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door was opened a crack.
"Who is it?"
"Hello, is Emlyn White home?" Klein asked with a polite smile.
"Who are you?" The other person's voice was low and wary.
"My name is Sherlock Moriarty, a friend of Emlyn's," Klein lied without batting an eye. "I have something I'd like to discuss with him."
Then a man who bore a striking resemblance to Emlyn, and was suspected to be his father, opened the door: "Emlyn's friend?"
His tone was full of doubt, "It's really strange that the child has... uh, such a normal friend."
"what?"
"Please come in." Mr. White stepped aside to let Klein in.
"Please have some." He handed Klein a cup of black tea.
"Thank you." Klein took the glass. "Emlyn isn't home?"
Mr. White's expression shifted subtly: "Alas... to be honest, he hasn't been back for a week, and I haven't been able to find him."
Could it be that he really went to hide from his debts?
But the other family doesn't seem to be unable to pay back the money... Klein looked around at the room's decor.
Could it be that he borrowed money behind his parents' backs, and now that it's overdue, he's too afraid to tell them, so he ran away?
"Has Emlyn been having any financial troubles lately?" Klein asked hesitantly.
"Economics?" Mr. White asked doubtfully. "Does he owe you money?"
No, I was just asking casually.
The two then chatted briefly.
……
A few minutes later, Klein put down his teacup, stood up, and said, "Since Emlyn isn't here, I won't bother him any longer."
After confirming that Emlyn's father was unaware of the matter, Klein chose to leave. Since it concerned the guild's reputation, and Mr. White was unaware of it, it was best not to tell him for the time being.
……
Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein was performing divination.
During his conversation with Emlyn's father, he learned that Emlyn White had not returned home for many days, and his parents did not know where he was and were also searching for him.
After the trail went cold, he had no choice but to resort to the methods of a fortune teller to find the person.
"Emlyn White's current location."
"Emlyn White's current location."
"Emlyn White's current location."
Before long, a scene appeared before Klein's eyes.
In the dark and damp basement, a young man with effeminate features was frantically pounding on the stone wall, his pale face covered in sweat.
"Let me out! Let me out!" Emlyn shouted hoarsely.
Um... it looks like he's been locked in a basement. Klein made his judgment based on the scene before him.
The scene then slowly pans upwards, passing through thick stone walls to reveal the entire building: a small church with a spire adorned with a symbol of life composed of ears of wheat, flowers, and a simple sketch of a baby.
That symbol is... the symbol of the Church of the Earth Mother! Klein stared at the church in the image.
Could it be that Emlyn White was captured by the Church of Mother Earth?