Mystery: A Spark

But after a brief hesitation, she finally shook her head and said:

"No, I'm not good enough for him."

After saying that, Dai Li walked straight out of the room.

"Sigh, this is really..." Leonard sighed as he watched Daly's retreating figure.

At that moment, Soster, who was pretending to look at the case file but actually eavesdropping on the gossip, came over and nudged Leonard with his elbow.

Leonard turned his head in confusion. Soster gestured with his chin in the direction Daly had left, then coughed lightly and said:

"Tell me about it?"

"Well, that's a long story." Leonard stroked his chin, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“It’s alright, we don’t have any missions right now, we have plenty of time to talk.” Soster pointed to the seat next to him.

"Okay, then I'll start talking..."

……

Evening, 15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.

After studying "The Book of Secrets" all afternoon, Klein smelled the enticing aroma of beef bone and radish soup wafting from outside.

This was the dinner he had prepared for himself, stewing it all afternoon, and now it was time to enjoy it.

However, at that moment, Klein heard the doorbell ring again.

Swallowing hard, Klein walked to the door and grasped the doorknob.

The image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind: the handsome but not-so-masculine red-eyed vampire Emlyn White.

A few days earlier, Klein had received a mission from Detective Stuart to find a missing young man named Emlyn White.

However, this so-called missing youth was actually a vampire, an unfortunate vampire imprisoned in the Harvest Church.

Because of the master key, Klein knew where this guy was at the moment.

So he visited and investigated Emlyn White's neighbors and found out that this family of vampires had never harmed innocent people. On the contrary, they often helped others treat their illnesses, but they would use bloodletting as an excuse to collect blood as food.

For a vampire, who is a monster, this is already considered quite law-abiding.

Therefore, Klein decided to try to rescue Emlyn White, partly to get the reward for the mission, and partly to use the magician's potion.

What he didn't expect was that poor Emlyn White was psychologically manipulated by Bishop Utravsky with a nightmare candle and then released directly.

Although things went wrong and Klein didn't have a chance to digest the potion, the task of finding the person was still completed, and he received a reward of thirty pounds from Detective Stuart.

When Klein parted ways with Emlyn White yesterday, he noticed that Mrs. Doris, the lawyer's grandmother, was not in good health, so he asked Emlyn to treat her.

Klein often went to Jürgen's house for meals and to pet her cat, and he really didn't want to see this kind old lady pass away due to illness.

“Good evening, Mr. White,” Klein said with a smile as he opened the door to Emlyn.

Emlyn raised his chin, his impatience evident.

Just as he was about to speak, Klein glanced at his brown priest's robes and gave him an "I understand" smile, saying:

"You just came from the Harvest Church?"

Who said they could hold on last night?

Emlyn could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor and gritted his teeth, saying:

"That old man, that old man..."

"Damn it, how do I get rid of that damn suggestion?"

Before Klein could answer, he patted his shirt and put on a stern face:

"Take me to see that patient."

"A delicious dinner awaits me."

……

The treatment went smoothly, but because Mrs. Doris was old and frail, it could only provide temporary relief.

Outside number 15 Minsk Street, the vampire Emlyn clenched his fist against his mouth, coughed lightly, and said:

"The payment has been made, and I hope we will never have the chance to meet again."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned back and asked:

"By the way, since you're so familiar with that old man, do you know someone named Arthur?"

"You need to see him for something?" Klein asked curiously.

“Hmm, I think he and that old man seem to have a very good relationship. Do you think if I ask him for help, I can get the old man to break my psychological suggestion?” Emlyn said, stroking his chin.

Heh, I think you'll be ripped off so badly he won't leave you with a bone fragment... Klein coughed lightly and said:

"You can try."

Chapter 178 The Dreamless Person

Late Wednesday night, Downsend Street, Queens.

At that moment, a figure wearing a black trench coat and red gloves was slowly walking towards them.

"Teacher, do you think I can scare Arthur tonight?"

"This guy has always been calm and composed, as if he has everything under control. I don't think I've ever seen him panic," Leonard said softly, looking at the dark houses in the distance.

"Heh, I think that's not the issue you should be considering," Pales chuckled in his aged voice.

"Then what should I consider?" Leonard asked, somewhat puzzled.

"What you should be considering is how to avoid getting beaten up by Arthur in his rage if you actually manage to scare him."

"Hehe, kid, playing pranks requires strength. Like my enemy, who loves playing pranks, but he has the strength to back him up, so he hasn't been killed yet," Pales said jokingly.

Hiss~ Leonard's steps gradually came to a stop; he hadn't actually considered this issue before.

Leonard was aware of Arthur's fighting ability, after all, they had fought side by side in Tingen, so he knew that the guy was very capable.

During the fight with Ince Zangwell, Arthur was the one who bore the main pressure, while Leonard could only hold him back and eventually became the weak point.

“Well… how about…” Leonard looked at the unlit houses not far away and inexplicably felt a little scared.

Just as he was about to follow his heart and head home, Palez urged him on:

"You're so young, yet you become lax and slack off as soon as you encounter setbacks. How will you ever amount to anything? If you don't enjoy yourself while you're young, you'll regret it when you're old."

"Even if you really scare that kid, he'll just punch you a couple of times at most. He's not going to actually kill you, is he? If you can't get yourself killed, then go ahead and do whatever you want."

Leonard curled his lip and said:

"Teacher, that sounds nice, but it's not you who's getting beaten up, so of course you're happy to watch the show."

Pales clicked his tongue and said:

"Look at what you're saying. I'm clearly trying to cultivate your courage to face difficulties head-on. Do you think I'm the kind of person who enjoys watching others make a fool of themselves?"

Isn't that right? Leonard muttered silently to himself.

“Oh well, forget it. Since you’re scared, go back to sleep. This old man went through all the trouble of accompanying you out in the middle of the night, and now you’re backing down. Don’t you know that staying up late is bad for an old man like me?” Pales sighed.

"You don't even have a body, what kind of injury are you injured?" Leonard finally couldn't help but complain.

"Illusion, is it going to work or not? Are you going to go or not? If not, go back, otherwise people will think you're here to steal in the middle of the night," Pales said irritably.

"Hmph! Let's go then, I don't believe he can do anything to me." Provoked by Pales repeatedly, Leonard was filled with rage and daring, and walked straight towards Arthur's house.

After approaching the house, he sat down in a shadowy corner, lowered his head, and entered a dream.

However, just a dozen seconds later, Leonard's head jerked, and he clutched his head as if someone had hit him on the head with a hammer.

"Ugh..." The poet classmate let out a sad groan, which immediately attracted Pales's attention.

He asked with a smile:

"What? Did that kid teach you a lesson?"

Pales was somewhat amused, since at his current level, this was the only thing that could bring him any pleasure.

"No, no, Arthur... never mind, let's go back first." Leonard covered his head and staggered away.

Meanwhile, at the very moment Leonard was jolted awake from his dream by the shock, Arthur himself remained soundly asleep in his bedroom on the second floor of No. 7 Townsend Street, showing no reaction whatsoever.

The little white dog lying next to him suddenly woke up, sat up, and looked around alertly with a hint of doubt.

The bedroom was quiet. Arthas twitched his dark nose slightly and quickly noticed something was wrong, looking in one direction.

It quickly ran to the bedside, leaped outside, and saw the disheveled young man who hadn't gone far, clutching his head and staggering.

"Tsk, so it's this guy. He's so boring. What's he doing in my dream? He should be in Arthur's dream instead," Arthas muttered under his breath.

It easily figured out Leonard's purpose for coming tonight: he simply wanted to see if he could try to trick Arthur, but for some reason he ran away in the end.

"Forget it, I'll leave this guy alone." Arthas went back to bed, snuggled into Arthur's arms, found a comfortable position, and drifted back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Arthur was fighting a fierce battle inside the Carabo sewers.

After many nights of relentless battles, he finally encountered the first boss of the Dark Temple, High Overlord Naintus, a tall male Naga who was nearly three meters tall.

Standing in front of him, Arthur, who was 1.8 meters tall, looked like a little kid who hadn't grown up.

"This guy doesn't look easy to deal with. I wonder what kind of reward I'll get for taking down this big guy," Arthur muttered to himself, looking at the giant in front of him.

However, since we've come this far tonight, there's no reason to back out now, so Arthur decided to give this boss a try and see how tough it is.

He flicked his blood-stained Deceiver's Twin Blades, glanced at the First Elder and his few minions, and suddenly felt a surge of pride.

He raised his battle blade, pointing it at the high-ranking warlord Naintus, and made a rather childish provocation:

"Hmph! You little brats, do you dare kill me?"

……

No. 7 Pinster Street.

In the darkness of night, the physical abilities of those on night duty are enhanced in all aspects.

So even though he was feeling a bit unwell, Leonard still returned here very quickly.