I've been recognized!
Klein was startled, almost entering a combat state.
Even without opening his Spirit Vision, he could confirm from
Just as the tension surged, Klein suddenly thought of a question:
Why should I worry about this?
Then, he answered his own question in his mind:
So what if I'm recognized? The situation now is completely different from nearly two months ago!
I was panicking over Ambassador Becklang's matter in front of official monitors, running around, grasping at every straw. In that process, it's entirely possible I came into contact with the extraordinary circles and even became an Extraordinary myself. So even if my identity as an Extraordinary is exposed, they won't dig too deep into my past.
Moreover, Detective Aisinger Stanton is likely an Extraordinary and maintains a relatively good relationship with the police department and official organizations. He vaguely suspected before that I was one of his kind and subtly tried to recruit me. In that regard, I barely count as an external member of the official forces. If trouble really happens, it's not certain I'll be arrested.
More importantly, I've already made my current image well-known; I'm not afraid of wanted posters. If things go wrong, I can simply abandon 15 Minsk Street and the identity of Sherlock Moriarty!
So what do I have to worry about?
Yes, I also divined before coming, and the revelation was that there was almost no danger.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein's contracted pupils, slightly changed expression, and ready state all eased, as if they were discussing today's weather.
Seeing his calm expression, Emlyn White raised an eyebrow, sidestepped a few paces, squeezed past him, and slowly sat down beside him.
The vampire looked ahead at Bishop Utraskovsky, who was leading the congregation in Holy Communion, and chuckled:
"Detective, aren't you afraid I'll go to the police station and shout that you're an Extraordinary?"
Klein also looked ahead without turning his head:
"I'll go with you and shout that this is a vampire!"
Come on, hurt each other! Who's afraid of whom?
Emlyn White's expression stiffened for a moment, then he raised his right index finger:
"Vampire, a noble vampire! Understand?"
Without waiting for Klein to respond, seeing that Bishop Utraskovsky was focused on the communion service, Emlyn White let out a low laugh:
"Anyway, I'm finally going to be free.
"I pretended to surrender, told that old man I was willing to convert to the Earth Mother Goddess and deeply repent for my past deeds. Although I don't know what I have to repent for, making a show of it isn't a problem.
"And that old man actually believed me, and was very happy. He immediately released me and made me a priest here, telling me that if I can memorize the
"Haha, this old guy with muscles for brains and faith-addled is so easy to fool!"
Easy to fool? Klein turned his head to look at the smug vampire, then looked forward and said:
"Father Utraskovsky used to be a pirate. He may have killed more people than your father saved. And most pirates don't trust their comrades; their world is full of deception and betrayal. To become a relatively successful and still alive pirate, Father Utraskovsky, even if not good at scheming, is definitely not someone easy to fool."
Seeing Emlyn White's disbelief and desire to argue, Klein stroked the top of his cane and casually added:
"The priest possesses a powerful sealed artifact called the 'Candle of Heart's Nightmare.' It allows the holder to enter the deepest part of a target's mind, where no one can lie.
"And that's only one of its abilities. Whether it has other powers, I don't know."
Emlyn gradually froze, his gaze slowly losing focus.
After more than ten seconds, his face pale, he whispered:
"When I said I was willing to convert, that old man brought in a lantern, and there was a candle inside. I didn't get a good look at what the candle looked like..."
Klein turned his head and looked at Emlyn White with pity:
"Perhaps Father Utraskovsky used it to plant a suggestion in you, making you gradually, completely, and truly believe in the Earth Mother Goddess."
Emlyn twisted his mouth into a smile compared to a living corpse's:
"I don't feel anything at all. It shouldn't be what you're saying.
"Besides, my parents will be coming soon, won't they? They can accuse the priest through ordinary people, saying he forcibly detained me, forcing him to choose between his reputation in the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess and letting me go.
"Isn't this plan great?"
Klein maintained a sympathetic look, clasped his hands together, brought them to his lips and nose, and put on the appearance of sincere repentance:
"If I were Father Utraskovsky, I would choose to call the police and let them clarify the facts.
"Tell me, who will end up losing—the bishop with the legal right to preach, or a vampire?"
"...Vampire, vampire!" The muscles in Emlyn White's face seemed to convulse.
He clenched his fist and pounded on the back of the seat in front of him:
"I can wait until I memorize the scripture and then demand that the old man let me go! He's a truly devout man and won't break his promise!"
Klein didn't turn his head and let out a laugh:
"I went to 48 Riverbend Avenue. Your parents have already moved away."