After confirming for a second, Klein clasped his hands together and leaned forward, saying: "What exactly is the matter?"
"No, I can't say anymore."
Klein, worried that he was being tested, didn't press further. He simply analyzed the situation based on the information the vampire had just revealed:
Related to "The Fool"... Could help Emlyn White solve his hidden danger... Highly risky... Combined with his previous thoughts, this seemed to indicate that he planned to hold a corresponding ritual, praying to "The Fool", i.e., me, to eliminate the psychological cue and gain long-lost freedom... But this was no longer Emlyn's own ritual. It originated from the instructions of a certain big shot. Considering this vampire's pride, a big shot he would willingly address as such was most likely a powerhouse from the same Sanguine clan... What was a Sanguine big shot hoping to achieve by having a descendant pray to "The Fool"? Had they formed a cooperation with the
Klein, full of doubts, raised his head, looked at Emlyn who was full of anticipation, and sneered inwardly: You guess whether I will respond to your prayer?
He considered for two seconds without giving a direct suggestion. Instead, he said: "According to statistics, out of a hundred cases of praying to a Concealed Being without knowing the details, thirty cases receive no response at all, sixty-eight cases encounter various terrifying things, costing them their lives or leaving them worse than dead, and only two cases might succeed and get what they want, but the price paid is not necessarily something they are willing to accept."
As a former keyboard warrior, Klein always believed that when proving a point or reinforcing a view, only giving individual cases and special circumstances without mentioning the overall sample and statistical data is all just playing tricks and changing the subject. Typically, these situations are accompanied by familiar phrases like, "I have a friend," "I know a girl," "someone I know."
So, to convince Emlyn White, he carefully fabricated some data.
Of course, this was not entirely without basis. At least many of the case files Klein had seen in the Nighthawks squad described similar situations.
"Only two cases succeeded? Sixty-eight had problems?" Emlyn was indeed frightened. He couldn't help but raise his hand to smooth his hair.
"That's basically it. That's the level of danger for what you're about to do. If you harbor ill intentions, the risk is even higher than this." Klein replied sincerely.
Emlyn subconsciously shook his head: "No, no, no ill intentions. And, and that big shot will protect me during the process."
No ill intentions? Well, even if there are, you wouldn't necessarily know. You're just a pawn pushed to the front... Klein raised his right hand, using gestures to strengthen his tone: "This will greatly reduce the risk, but never eliminate it. Can that big shot truly stand against a Concealed Being?"
"...Probably not." Emlyn murmured in reply.
"So." Klein spread his hands.
He suddenly smiled and said: "Emlyn, you really don't need to take this risk at all. Even if you fully convert to the Earth Mother, it won't affect your life much. Look at the citizens of Fenebot. Don't they still eat whatever they like, wear whatever they want, and do whatever they please? When that time comes, Father
Emlyn White was silent for a moment before saying: "Becoming a believer because you like His/Her ideals is completely different from being forcibly converted through psychological cues. Even if, one day, I do abandon the Moon and come to believe in the Mother Goddess, I hope it is my free choice, unrelated to anyone else. This is the last pride of a Sanguine."
Klein glanced at Emlyn with slight surprise, not expecting him to have such persistence.
He considered for two seconds, didn't persuade further, and said with an "mm-hmm": "The problem is actually very simple. Whether the big shot's orders plus the temptation of getting rid of the hidden danger give you the courage to face a certain degree of danger. If you have the conviction to give your life for this, the answer is very simple. In any case, this matter must ultimately be weighed by you yourself."
Emlyn listened with a heavy expression and instinctively retorted: "If I really choose to try, it is definitely not for myself, but for the entire Sanguine race! Solving the hidden danger is just an incidental benefit!"
For the entire Sanguine race? What matter could I possibly have that involves the entire Sanguine race? Is that big shot deceiving you? Klein chuckled: "A vampire with meager strength has the chance to save his entire race? Do you believe that yourself?"
"Sanguine, Sanguine!" Emlyn stressed. "And my strength is not bad either. It's equivalent to your human Sequence 7. By the way, I'm the type that's good at fighting!"
"As for the matter of believing or not, you wouldn't understand." He stood up and said, "Although your analysis and suggestions lack substantial meaning, I still have to thank you. Uh, the consultation fee will be deducted by the leather case and tin box from last time."
Huh? Klein couldn't react to what the other was saying for a moment.
It wasn't until Emlyn left that he suddenly realized: "Normally, in large-value transactions, aren't the containers complimentary items? "This stingy, miserly vampire!"
In the deep darkness where the frequency of lightning had not yet recovered, the exploration team of the
Derrick remembered that during the first operation, all the beast-hide lanterns had extinguished here, plunging the entire team into pure darkness. He had then heard the hair-raising "cries for help" of the little boy