OBS Chapter 399 A Person's Nature Is Hard to Change
Chapter 399 A Person's Nature Is Hard to Change
Chapter 399 A Person's Nature Is Hard to Change
After a long while, Marquis Nibais finally finished weighing the options in his mind and said in a carefully chosen tone:
"Our vampire clan, having allied with the Ternsost Empire in the Fourth Age, does indeed possess many potion recipes through the 'Arbitrator' pathway."
But now we are operating on the territory of the Augustus family. If we leak even the slightest bit of information, we could be come knocking on our door.
Therefore, the clan cannot grant your friend's request.
However, you can also tell him that the vampires have the relevant materials. If he can find a way to obtain the formula himself and offer an irresistible price, then it's not impossible to trade with him.
After careful consideration, the Marquis of Nibais felt he had to respond to what might be a temptation from the so-called "Fool".
However, the Augustus family could not be easily offended; otherwise, going against them on their home turf would be tantamount to courting death.
So he ultimately chose a relatively moderate solution.
Reject transactions involving exceptionally sensitive potion recipes, but retain access to future material transactions.
Emlyn White sensed the Marquis Nibais's dilemma and secretly felt pleased with his ingenious design.
"Hmph, so you used me before. The title 'Mr. Fool' is quite useful; I can use it a few more times in the future."
Although Emlyn White knew that the entire operation stemmed from the "revelation" of his ancestors, he was still very unhappy that the Marquis of Nibes had not explained it to him clearly beforehand, but instead had used a manipulative method to make him recite the name of "Fool".
"I will pass on the message to that friend. If you have no further instructions, I will take my leave now."
Emlyn White was eager to get his cheque for ten thousand pounds, so he left rather impatiently.
"You go up first, I have something to say to Kasimi."
Emlyn White gave a casual bow and left the vast underground hall, only glancing at Viscount Casimi as he went.
As soon as Emlyn White left, Viscount Casimi said impatiently:
"Grandfather, am I really going to write him a check for ten thousand gold pounds? Emlyn White is clearly up to no good!"
Viscount Casimir, as the heir groomed by Marquis Nibais, was involved in the entire process of testing "The Fool" and receiving ancestral enlightenment. Emlyn White was chosen to be the vampire who recites the name of "The Fool" because he recommended him to his grandfather.
Because he knew everything, he guessed that the news that the so-called leader of the Secret Order, Zarathustra, had gone mad and that the Secret Order was about to have trouble was just "The Fool" flexing his muscles at the probing vampires, and that Emlyn White was just using the role of messenger to benefit himself.
"So, according to you, we shouldn't give Emlyn White this money?"
What if this isn't a test from the "Fool," but rather information that truly needs to be purchased with real money?
"Then haven't we lost an opportunity to assess the Fool and his demonic power?"
Marquis Nibais directly rebuked Viscount Casimir, expressing his anger at his grandson's shortsightedness.
To consider costs when doing something like this, especially monetary costs, is truly a waste of one's life!
Thinking of this, Marquis Nibais couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"It's just as Emperor Roselle said, each generation is worse than the last. Ever since the vampires started to keep a low profile, the younger generation has lived too comfortably, to the point that they've forgotten the hardships of their ancestors!"
Viscount Kasimi has been in charge of Backlund vampire affairs for many years. He hasn't made much progress in other areas, but he has certainly honed his skills in reading people's expressions and understanding their intentions.
Upon hearing that his grandfather was unhappy, he quickly humbled himself and spoke softly.
"Grandfather, you are right. I was confused. I will write him a check as soon as I leave."
Little did Cassim know that Marquis Nibais's blood pressure rose even higher upon hearing his words.
They don't even dare to stick to their own opinions, and they immediately give in when they see themselves getting angry. They're really quite something.
Marquis Nibais wanted to lash out, but in the end he could only sigh. People can't teach each other how to behave. Even if he lost his temper, Kasim might not understand why he was angry. So what was the point of losing his temper?
"I'm keeping you here to give you a favor: withdraw the surveillance on Emlyn White."
Ever since Emlyn White recited the name "Fool," Viscount Cassim has had men secretly watching him to see if he showed any unusual behavior.
"Um, are we not going to continue monitoring them?"
"They've already attended the relevant gatherings and made connections with the forces under the 'Fool's' influence, yet you didn't notice at all!"
Surveillance? What else is being monitored?
Marquis Nibais was finding his grandson's stupidity increasingly unbearable.
Emlyn White gave him a look as he left, and he still hadn't realized that the surveillance he had arranged had already been discovered, which made him wonder if his parenting had been a complete failure.
Viscount Kasimmi remained silent, bowed, and prepared to turn and leave.
"By the way, gather information on all the 'Judges' in Sequence 6 of Backlund!"
Just as Viscount Casimir was about to leave the underground hall, Marquis Nibais's voice came again from the exquisite and enormous coffin.
This time, Viscount Casimi didn't ask why, since he had been involved in the entire conversation.
Emlyn White stepped out of the brightly lit, cheerful villa.
On the snow-covered road, he waved the check in his hand in the air, then brought it to his nose and took a deep breath.
"So this is the smell of money?"
Emlyn White found it extremely amusing to recall the pained look on Viscount Casimir's face when he signed the check.
I originally thought it would only cost a thousand or two pounds at most, but I didn't expect that the Marquis of Nibes would actually come up with such a large sum of money. Does he really value the news about the secret society that much?
Actually, it was probably the name "The Fool" that had the effect; Marquis Nibes was too eager to analyze the information about "The Fool" through this.
Emlyn White put the check in his pocket and sighed softly.
"It seems we can't expect to get the 'Trickster' from within the clan. I need to inform him of this as soon as possible, and also tell 'Judgment' that Marquis Nibais did not agree to the 'Punishment Knight' formula trade, but agreed to the related materials."
Judging from the meeting time of the Tarot Club and various signs, most of the members should be in Backlund. If she is indeed from Backlund, we should remind her to be careful.
After all, the 'judges' who can survive in Backlund are most likely government officials, so finding general information shouldn't be difficult for Marquis Nibais.
"The 'Judgment' lady should be instructed to make some preparations beforehand to prevent the Marquis from discovering her identity through future transactions."
After the Tarot meeting ended, Emlyn White secretly began to deduce the details of tonight's meeting at the Church of Mother Earth.
So I was already aware of the risks that my words tonight would bring.
Sherlock is Mr. Fool's favorite, yet he also holds an MI9 identity, which is no easy feat.
If MI9 could infiltrate heretics so easily, then the Augustan family would be out of a job; what would be the point of being a royal family?
Therefore, Evan Horn, who helped him get everything sorted out and successfully got him into MI9, is very suspicious.
Could he also be a follower of Mr. Fool, or perhaps even a member of the Tarot Society?
Without much thought, Emlyn White set his sights on Mr. "Power," and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like the perfect match.
Pop, pop, pop.
Emlyn White brushed the snowflakes off his shoulders and hair, shook his head, and stopped speculating.
In the past, he would have been very interested in exploring the identity of "Power" and giving a piece of his mind to the person who dared to "bluff" him back then.
But after experiencing what happened recently and becoming more aware of the responsibilities he bears, his thoughts and mindset are completely different from before.
As a member of the vampire clan, even the most ordinary Sequence 7, he naturally enjoyed the comfort that came with his status and power.
But his recent experience made him realize the cruelty of this world; the weak are so powerless in the face of the strong, and they die without even knowing why.
The realization that vampires are also "weak" in the face of humans became increasingly profound in his mind.
Vampires essentially live in the cracks of human society, as evidenced by their inability to live openly and honestly.
Therefore, he now only wants to improve his strength as soon as possible, to become the "savior" prophesied by his ancestors, and to save his people at the critical moment.
As for some pointless disputes, let them go if you can. According to Father Utravsky, Evan Horn should be a genuine demigod.
If that "Mr. Power" really is Evan Horn, then my future advancement might require his help, so there's really no need to displease him.
After making the decision, Emlyn White felt a sense of liberation, realizing that he had endured far too much hardship for the future of the vampire clan.
Just then, Emlyn White unconsciously turned into a shop that looked rather upscale, with a sign that read "Dracula's Pawnshop".
As soon as you enter the shop, the hanging bells start ringing.
The crisp sound of the bell not only attracted the shop owner but also startled Emlyn White, who had been lost in thought.
How did I get here?
This is a place Emlyn White finds unbearable to recall, a place he avoids whenever he comes to the area recently.
Just as Emlyn White was lost in thought, a well-dressed gentleman with blond hair and red eyes appeared and gave him a gentle smile.
"Isn't this Little White? What brings you here today? Have you finally raised enough money to redeem your pawned items, or are you short of cash again and need to pawn something more?"
Emlyn White looked at the person in front of him with an unusually conflicted expression. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't move his feet.
The blond gentleman wasn't in a hurry; he simply watched him quietly with a flawless smile on his face.
Emlyn White hesitated for a long time, but ultimately couldn't resist the impulse. He pulled out the check he had just received and hadn't even had a chance to warm it up, and said:
"I want to redeem my pawned item early, but I didn't bring the pawn ticket with me today. Can I bring it to you tomorrow?"
The blond gentleman took the check, unfolded it, glanced at Emlyn White in surprise, but wisely refrained from asking further questions. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Of course, we are of the same race and have known each other for so many years. Even if we lost our pawn tickets, it doesn't matter."
"Wait here, I'll go and bring your things over to you, and then I'll write you another check."
"I'll go outside and call a carriage now!"
Emlyn White didn't waste any words and headed straight outside. After all, he had a lot of things to redeem, and he really couldn't take them all without a carriage.
Seeing his anxious look, the blond gentleman smiled and shook his head, then turned and walked towards the pawnshop's warehouse.
Emlyn White quickly found a carriage, and the blond gentleman directed his servants to bring out boxes of various sizes, filling the entire pawnshop.
"See? I made sure your precious item wasn't bumped or scratched."
Even before he spoke, Emlyn White had already rushed over to the boxes upon seeing them, not caring at all about the servants around him, and showed off his sharp fingernails, cutting open each box to inspect them.
As he inspected them, one by one the cardboard boxes were opened, revealing their contents.
They were lifelike dolls, the largest only slightly shorter than Emlyn White, dressed in gorgeous long dresses with silk ribbons on the cuffs and collars, their features lifelike, exquisite and beautiful.
The smallest one is about the size of a forearm, petite and cute.
Before Klein devised Operation Robin Hood, Emlyn White, after much deliberation, reluctantly pawned all his treasured dolls to help the growing number of poor people, when the limited funds at the Harvest Church ran out.
The money obtained from pawning was all used to make herbs for the large iron pot, which eventually ended up in the patient's mouth.
Of all the pawnshops, Dracula's Pawnshop doesn't offer the most money, but it does offer the highest interest rate.
Emlyn White chose this unscrupulous pawnshop owned by his own clan because it accepted redemption periods of up to a hundred years, giving him a chance to win back his beloved.
Emlyn White had prepared himself to see his treasured collection again a century later, but his life took a dramatic turn in just a few days.
Not only did he become the "savior" prophesied by his ancestors and join Mr. Fool's Tarot Club, but he also received a free tip from the Tarot Club that would allow him to get a large sum of money from Marquis Nibais.
Life's ups and downs happen too fast; if it weren't for the unfortunate circumstances, Emlyn White would have wanted to burst into tears.
After the Dracula family servants loaded the inspected dolls onto the carriage, the blond vampire handed Emlyn a check. Emlyn White took it and felt his blood pressure rise after just one glance.
The reason for this was that the amount on the check had increased to 5400 gold pounds, almost halved compared to the previous amount, whereas Emlyn had pleaded his way to only pawning 1500 gold pounds.
The loan of 1500 gold pounds has a total repayment of 4600 gold pounds including principal and interest.
This is also a characteristic of Dracula's Pawnshop: early redemption does not reduce interest, which is also the price of redeeming a pawn for a century.
"If you ever need money again, feel free to contact me anytime!"
To earn so much money in just a few weeks of borrowing, Emlyn White was nothing short of a monstrous scoundrel in the eyes of the blond vampire. Emlyn White, his face ashen, turned and left without a word, cursing inwardly as he did so.
"What a vampire!"