"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."
Looking at Clein's expression, he quickly added,
"In this era, dragons are scarce and rare; those official extraordinary beings might not solve the problem of mental suggestion.
"But if they do, you might likely become a follower of the Goddess of Night, the God of Steam and Machinery, or the Lord of Storms. Of course, you can also join the military special service; they might send you abroad as an agent to flirt with noble ladies."
"I only like dolls and pure beautiful girls!" Emlyn emphasized.
It was clear that he was slightly attracted but not much... Clein turned and asked,
"Do you know anyone from the Belial family in Becklund?"
"Belial? That crazy demon-worshipping family? No, they are demons themselves!" Emlyn exclaimed. "What do you need them for?"
Clein said helplessly,
"I offended one of them—Patrick Jason Belial—because a series of murders.
"Help me find out his recent whereabouts and people he knows in your circle; if you have any accurate information, I will give you the reward depending on its importance."
Of course, this can be reimbursed by Nightstalkers, Mechanic Heart, or the military... Clein thought relaxedly.
Emlyn nodded in thought,
"You actually dared to provoke a real demon.
"When you get his exact location and news, he will know that you pose serious harm to him."
"It's okay; I have official extraordinary beings for protection," Clein replied indifferently.
Emlyn was speechless for a while before saying after several seconds,
"Okay, I'll try. The minimum reward is 20 pounds."
After settling this matter, Clein didn't linger and walked towards the church door.
His mind was full of thoughts on how to gather more money next.
Miss "Magician's" new book has been published; she should have a substantial advance payment plus royalties. Perhaps I can sell her the Astrologer potion formula, but, her "Master of Tricks" potion ingredients are still incomplete...
Miss "Justice" joined the Psychological Alchemy Society; I don't have any formulas to sell to her. Sell knowledge?
The extraordinary ability of "Werewolf" is around 1230 pounds; it might be lower...
Should I create a magical item? Or make Emlyn White a believer of "Fool" and remove mental suggestion for his contribution...
By the way, Jason Belial carried large amounts of cash, jewelry, and precious metals. If we find him, maybe I can share some!
Thoughts swirling in his mind, Clein left the church and saw the dim sky with thin fog.
He sighed softly,
"I need money..."
...
Back on Minsk Street, Clein held a thick stack of newspapers as he entered the bathroom, ready for a long battle. He was going to St. Cloud to use Jason's handkerchief for divination!