Reward, fare, potions with extraordinary effects...
This was not the answer he had expected.
What about gentlemanly conduct? The vampire thought blankly.
As a detective, being clear about accounts is a necessary quality, and you've also delayed my trip to the Cragg Club. I don't even know what the limited specials are for these two days... Klein looked at Emlyn White and complained half-jokingly to himself.
After a few seconds, Emlyn forced a smile: "I must see the patient before I can prepare the right potion."
He sounded quite confident... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He then thought of a question: "The White family seems to be excellent potion scholars. If I were injured or poisoned, I could come to them for treatment... The 'Apothecary' formula I worked so hard to get from Father
"However, it's not a total waste. I've already recouped the cost from Miss 'Magician'. Formulas like this always have value as long as they exist..."
"Moreover, the Whites will definitely move away from Riverbank Avenue and hide their identities again, so I might not be able to find them easily..."
"No, before the 'Heartmare Candle' suggestion is resolved, if I stake out at the Harvest Church, I should be able to wait for Emlyn White..."
Thinking this, Klein took off his hat and bowed: "No problem, I'll take you there when the time comes. I won't delay you any longer."
Emlyn White's expression changed, and he said hesitantly: "If you can eliminate the effects of the Heartmare Candle, you will receive more rewards, and..."
He paused and lifted his chin: "And the friendship of the vampire clan."
I am 'Magician', I have the
Emlyn White nodded, said no more, and eagerly turned and rushed to the door.
If the coachman weren't nearby, he would definitely spread his black bat wings and fly directly to the second floor.
Klein chuckled and shook his head with some emotion.
He took the same rental carriage to the nearby steam subway station and traveled back to 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough.
Before entering, as was his habit, Klein opened the mailbox to check for letters.
To his surprise, there really was a letter.
The letter had no stamp, was addressed to Detective Sherlock Moriarty, and was signed by Jürgen Cooper.
Lawyer Cooper? Klein picked up the envelope in confusion and tore it open.
Under the light of the streetlamp, he saw a piece of paper and two banknotes inside.
The denominations of the two banknotes were 1 Soule and 5 Soule.
6 Soule in total... During this time, I fed the cat three times... The agreement was 2 Soule each time... Klein suddenly realized something, opened the door, entered the house, and lit the gas lamp.
Unfolding the paper, he found not much content, and Jürgen's handwritten words were, like the man himself, meticulous, serious, and reserved.
"Dear Detective Moriarty: "Thank you for taking care of Brody during this time. This is the reward you deserve.
"I rang the bell twice and found you not at home, so I had to put the reward in an envelope and drop it in your mailbox.
"If I didn't do this, I might have to come back tomorrow evening, which would miss the time agreed orally. My grandmother promised it would be tonight.
"As a lawyer, I value the validity of oral contracts and hope to strictly fulfill them.
"Finally, thank you again.
"Jürgen Cooper."
Lawyer Cooper, your thanks are really dry and boring, not even as good as Brody's. Your explanation of your actions is very detailed, which is really typical Jürgen style... And why put it in the mailbox? If I were on Earth, in the time before I crossed over, I might not check the mailbox downstairs for months... Klein laughed, folded the banknotes, put them in his pocket, then pulled out a sheet of letter paper and wrote a letter to Detective Stuart.