He found a spot to sit down, waited for the prayer to end, then walked next to Emlyn White and said with a smile,
"Today's you are extra devout."
"What?" Emlyn suddenly woke up, saying in a pale face, "What did I do? What did I do..."
His voice softened as he seemed to recall what he had done just now.
"It might not be so bad," Clein comforted him indifferently before sitting next to the vampire,
"I don't want others to say that, even though I feel less resistance... but, I can't betray the Moon!" Emlyn said with a somber voice.
Clein didn't continue on the topic that saddened the vampire and casually asked,
"Do you worship the primitive moon or a deity representing it? Or are they synonymous?"
"Both," Emlyn lifted his chin slightly. "For orthodox vampires, of course, we believe in the deity representing the moon—Lilith, our ancestor, an ancient god. Humans turned into vampires tend to worship the primitive moon more, normally, both can be equated, but sometimes they don't overlap and differ."
"Human turned vampires?" Clein was not surprised that Emlyn White could mention Lilith, a second age ancient deity, instead, he was more interested in so-called human-turned vampires.
This is what Mr. Azik mentioned about "vampires"? He thought to himself.
Emlyn spoke with a complicated expression,
"Yes, there are two types—those transformed by powerful vampires and those turned through consuming the corresponding potion; the latter are our most hated enemies."
"Why?" Clein guessed the answer.
Emlyn gritted his teeth as he replied,
"The main ingredient of their potion is our blood essence."
Indeed... Clein couldn't help looking at Emlyn, sizing him up.
A bit nervous under his gaze, Emlyn grunted,
"You're already an extraordinary being; you can’t change your path anymore!"
I only saw for the first time a walking, no, living, and, no, talking extraordinary material... but from some perspectives, every human extraordinary is such a material... Clein just wanted to casually joke in his heart, but he quickly felt a strong sorrow.
At this moment, Emlyn looked at Bishop Utravsky who was carefully wiping the Life Emblem, lowering his voice,
"I found two materials you want."
"What are they?" Clein didn't hide his joy.
Emlyn responded smoothly,
"The brain of the Thousand-Faced Hunter and its blood—the first one is 2000 pounds, the second is 100 milliliters for 300 pounds, totaling 2300 pounds."
2300... Clein blurted out, "Can it be cheaper?"
After getting back his bail money, he currently had only 2185 pounds.
For a middle-class person, this was already quite sufficient savings; some might need their entire life to earn so much. But Clein found that it wasn't enough...
"Cannot," Emlyn shook his head and said, "If not me, he originally wanted 2800 pounds. According to our agreement, you have to pay an additional 150 pounds as a reward, totaling 2450 pounds."