Chapter: 908
"No, the only problem is that it can't cure the problem, it's only a temporary cure." Emlyn replied in a very professional manner, "If it wasn't for Detective Moriarty, I wouldn't let anyone try it."
"Perhaps try it? Well..." Mrs. Doris put in.
Jurgen glanced at Klein, and the other party who had done the divination beforehand gave a positive nod.
"Okay." Jurgen finally made a decision.
He watched Mrs. Doris drink the potion vigilantly, observing her reaction carefully.
Mrs. Doris didn't change much at first, but gradually she felt that her breathing was getting easier.
She stood up, bent down and hugged the cat, and said happily, "I feel better!"
Seeing this scene, the corners of Jurgen's mouth lifted slightly on his usual serious and unsmiling face.
But what Klein thought of was:
three to five years.
He outlined a smile and secretly sighed:
This can also be regarded as a kind of magic performance, using extraordinary abilities to create false results to make the audience happy...
After waiting for more than half an hour and confirming that there were no accidents, Klein and Emlyn White left Lawyer Jurgen's house. They each walked silently with their own thoughts on their minds, and soon arrived outside No. 15 Minsk Street.
The vampire Emlyn pressed his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly and said, "The reward has been paid, I hope we will never have the chance to meet again in the future."
This sentence is pretty cool, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely: "I will occasionally visit Bishop Utravsky, and I hope you will not be in the Harvest Church by then.
"Besides, I don't have to be so busy looking for a solution to your psychological suggestion."
Emlyn White's expression suddenly became quite strange. After two seconds of silence, he raised his chin and said, "There are many powerful occultists in our blood race. I will write to them for help."
After speaking, he put his hands on his chest and bowed to leave.
Turning around and walking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked hesitantly, "You are here, what are you cooking?"
"Beef bone and radish soup needs to be served with rice and the kind of pepper that is a specialty of the Fenepot plateau." Klein breathed in the aroma wafting from the house, and said expectantly.
Emlyn frowned and shook his head, "Chili peppers are not in the blood race's aesthetic domain."
Frankly speaking, it's also hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili peppers. Of course, I occasionally imagine a vampire holding white steamed buns and eating garlic and green onions... Klein slandered, pointed to the door, and motioned for himself to enjoy it. It's dinner.
Emlyn White thought about it for a second, lowered his voice, and said after deliberation: "I thought about it for a long time last night, and found out that you didn't do anything. Why are you asking for payment? The old man will let me leave at any time."
Klein snorted, "No, that's not how it works. The mission entrusted by your parents was to find you, not to rescue you. In the end, I found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.
"Also, if I hadn't reminded you, you might have to stay in the Harvest Church for a few weeks or months before you know that you are free to leave, and you won't be able to realize that you have been hinted."
"Are you alluding to my IQ?" Emlyn's face twisted.
No, it was clearly stated... Klein smiled and didn't say anything else. He opened the door and entered the house, and went straight to the kitchen. The marrow hidden deep in the bones, the sweet and greasy radish with meaty aroma, and the chopped Feneport plateau pepper.
In that fiery shard, there's also a sprinkling of pink rose salt and green Balam long cilantro.
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On Thursday morning, Klein came to the cheap coffee shop in the East District as agreed. JrNovels.com
"Perhaps try it? Well..." Mrs. Doris put in.
Jurgen glanced at Klein, and the other party who had done the divination beforehand gave a positive nod.
"Okay." Jurgen finally made a decision.
He watched Mrs. Doris drink the potion vigilantly, observing her reaction carefully.
Mrs. Doris didn't change much at first, but gradually she felt that her breathing was getting easier.
She stood up, bent down and hugged the cat, and said happily, "I feel better!"
Seeing this scene, the corners of Jurgen's mouth lifted slightly on his usual serious and unsmiling face.
But what Klein thought of was:
three to five years.
He outlined a smile and secretly sighed:
This can also be regarded as a kind of magic performance, using extraordinary abilities to create false results to make the audience happy...
After waiting for more than half an hour and confirming that there were no accidents, Klein and Emlyn White left Lawyer Jurgen's house. They each walked silently with their own thoughts on their minds, and soon arrived outside No. 15 Minsk Street.
The vampire Emlyn pressed his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly and said, "The reward has been paid, I hope we will never have the chance to meet again in the future."
This sentence is pretty cool, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely: "I will occasionally visit Bishop Utravsky, and I hope you will not be in the Harvest Church by then.
"Besides, I don't have to be so busy looking for a solution to your psychological suggestion."
Emlyn White's expression suddenly became quite strange. After two seconds of silence, he raised his chin and said, "There are many powerful occultists in our blood race. I will write to them for help."
After speaking, he put his hands on his chest and bowed to leave.
Turning around and walking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked hesitantly, "You are here, what are you cooking?"
"Beef bone and radish soup needs to be served with rice and the kind of pepper that is a specialty of the Fenepot plateau." Klein breathed in the aroma wafting from the house, and said expectantly.
Emlyn frowned and shook his head, "Chili peppers are not in the blood race's aesthetic domain."
Frankly speaking, it's also hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili peppers. Of course, I occasionally imagine a vampire holding white steamed buns and eating garlic and green onions... Klein slandered, pointed to the door, and motioned for himself to enjoy it. It's dinner.
Emlyn White thought about it for a second, lowered his voice, and said after deliberation: "I thought about it for a long time last night, and found out that you didn't do anything. Why are you asking for payment? The old man will let me leave at any time."
Klein snorted, "No, that's not how it works. The mission entrusted by your parents was to find you, not to rescue you. In the end, I found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.
"Also, if I hadn't reminded you, you might have to stay in the Harvest Church for a few weeks or months before you know that you are free to leave, and you won't be able to realize that you have been hinted."
"Are you alluding to my IQ?" Emlyn's face twisted.
No, it was clearly stated... Klein smiled and didn't say anything else. He opened the door and entered the house, and went straight to the kitchen. The marrow hidden deep in the bones, the sweet and greasy radish with meaty aroma, and the chopped Feneport plateau pepper.
In that fiery shard, there's also a sprinkling of pink rose salt and green Balam long cilantro.
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On Thursday morning, Klein came to the cheap coffee shop in the East District as agreed. JrNovels.com
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