Hearing Klein's question, Emlyn White was taken aback. He carefully sized up the other man and said, "You are more wealthy than I imagined."
He originally thought that Sherlock Moriarty would need at least a week to gather 2450 pounds.
"I've saved up for a long time," Klein replied with a sigh.
Emlyn nodded thoughtfully. "So being a private detective is so profitable?"
"It's just a convenient identity. If there are no big bounties, I can only make about two or three hundred pounds a year," Klein said frankly.
Emlyn glanced at him and asked casually, "Then what do you actually do? Smuggling arms, stealing from wealthy people’s vaults? For Sequence 7 and below, it's not common to save over 2000 pounds quickly. Most are on the edge of criminal activities."
"Are you a vampire talking about illegal activities?" Klein smiled. "Taking on some dangerous missions. If you're not afraid of death, you can try too."
Emlyn closed his mouth and after a long time said, "Come to me in the evening. I'll take you to meet the seller."
What an untrustworthy vampire… Klein was about to agree but felt it wasn't secure enough.
What if that seller tries to steal when he sees money? What if he doesn’t have the corresponding supernatural materials and just wants to lure us into a robbery? Emlyn White can be trusted, but what about the seller he introduces?…
I need an excuse to go up into the Gray Fog for divination to confirm the danger level… Nah, there’s a better way… With his thoughts swirling, Klein looked sideways at Emlyn. "No, you should go.
"I'll give you 1000 pounds as advance payment. You bring those two materials to Harvest Church and I’ll pay the remaining after confirmation," he said. "I think that seller would accept this method; it can show a noble vampire’s credit."
Patted by such a compliment, Emlyn's chin lifted slightly. "This transaction isn't an issue."
Saying that, he chuckled, "Are you afraid of their lack of credibility? You'll be safe inside Harvest Church, right?"
"Of course," Klein smiled at the Father Utrofsky who stood nearby. "Even if a two-meter-tall, muscular Gaea’s devotee is standing beside you, everyone would feel secure."
Emlyn's expression darkened and he humphed, "You don’t fear me taking that 1000 pounds as advance?"
Klein looked straight ahead leisurely. "Why worry?
"You return here every day; it's easy to find you. A living vampire can fetch much more than 1000 pounds even if you’re sold and dismembered."
Poked in his pain, Emlyn muttered angrily, "Vampire! Do you understand? Vampire!
"And don’t use the word ‘only’!"
Klein chuckled lightly but said nothing else, waiting for him to calm down.
"Okay, as per your request." Finally, Emlyn rubbed his forehead.
Klein took out the envelope he received that morning and handed it along with 1000 pounds in cash to Emlyn. "See you here at 8 PM tonight."