315 Return to Harvest Church (2/2)

And the hunting of animals wasn't something worth paying attention to.

Well, let's hope it will inspire them… Klein folded the letter and dressed up to deliver it to the mailbox at the end of the street.

Fifteen minutes later, Lawyer Jurgen, who saw Detective Sherlock passing by his oriel window again and again, finally couldn't stop his urge to open his door and asked politely, ”Mr. Moriarty, did you forget your key?”

”Uh, sort of.” Klein squeezed out a smile.

”Why don't you come to my house as a guest? After dinner, you can go back after dark. I know that you private detectives are very good at climbing.” Jurgen invited him in with a serious expression.

Seriously? Klein was stunned for a second before he smiled sincerely.

”It's my honor.”

After all, Lawyer Jurgen's grandmother had the standard of a capable chef!

And he could also tease the cat while he was there!

…

When it was completely dark, Klein, having had his fill, rested for a while at home before leaving Minsk Street with his cane.

He planned to make another trip to Rose Street, on the south side of the bridge, and ask Bishop Utravsky about the origin of the Master Key.

With the help of Dowsing Rod Seeking, he successfully arrived at the Harvest Church in the dead of night and sneaked in through the same route as before.

However, Bishop Utravsky wasn't repenting in the cathedral's hall tonight. There were only rows of pews in the silence and gloom.

”He's resting?” Klein felt slightly puzzled as he walked towards the living area at the back of the hall.

As he rounded the corner, he saw the tall, giant-like Bishop Utravsky walking up the basement stairs. The heavy stone doors situated there were being banged on by someone.

Who did he detain in the basement? Klein instantly thought of a series of warped ideas.

Bishop Utravsky looked up and saw Klein disguised the same as before. He was also surprised as he asked, ”Haven't you found your way home yet?”

… Do I look like someone who's been lost for so long? Klein forced a smile.

”Father, I'm not lost.”

”You think that the formula is fake? That's impossible…” Bishop Utravsky frowned and stopped midway up the stairs.

As a result, he was at the same height as Klein.

”No, it's genuine,” Klein answered honestly.

At this moment, the basement's stone door was thumped again with ever-increasing intensity. Along with the thumps was a male voice that shouted, ”Let me out.”

”This is?” Klein couldn't help but ask.

Bishop Utravsky smiled warmly and said, ”A vampire.”

As soon as he finished, the man in the basement shouted, ”What's wrong with being a vampire? Do you think vampires should be locked up here? Do I have to listen to your nagging and scripture recitals every day? Bullshit, I'm a noble Sanguine, so don't use such a vulgar name to describe me!

”Let me tell you, I worship the moon, and I'll absolutely not convert to a believer of Mother Earth! Give up, you damned priest!”

It was Klein's first time meeting a real vampire, so he couldn't help but ask, ”Father, where did you catch him?”

Bishop Utravsky gave Klein an odd look before saying, ”He is the original owner of the Master Key.

”One day, he got lost and entered this cathedral.”

… Klein seriously considered the dilemma of whether he should carry the Master Key with him in the future or not.

It's a good thing that I can divine… he thought thankfully.

”It just so happened that he had entered a state where he thirsted for blood, and I had discovered his abnormality,” Bishop Utravsky added with a smile.

”Bullshit, don't talk about blood! What I need is the blood of a beautiful young girl, not the blood of a dirty old man like you!” The vampire in the basement suddenly became enraged.

Bishop Utravsky explained without a trace of anger, ”When he craves blood, I will give him some of mine.”

Klein nodded and looked again. He found that the heavy stone door in the basement was engraved with the Sacred Emblem of Life and many mysterious symbols, forming a complete seal.

During the day, when more and more people start praying, it would be impossible for the sound to even reach the outside… Klein made a preliminary judgment.

”Is there anything I can help you with?” at that moment, Bishop Utravsky asked.

Klein answered frankly, ”I want to know where the Master Key first came from.”

”You'll have to ask him.” Bishop Utravsky pointed to the basement.

The vampire inside suddenly became quiet before he leisurely laughed and said, ”Friend, I can answer your question.

”But the condition is that you rescue me first.”