Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Emlyn White recently got a special collector's edition figure.

This doll was too perfect in the eyes of Emlyn White, an amateur master. It was a girl slightly shorter than him, wearing a gorgeous dress, and the cuffs and collar were decorated with lace and ribbons.

This girl has the same black hair and red eyes as him, she is delicate, beautiful and lifelike.

"Like a real and noble vampire..." Emlyn always had this feeling when looking at the doll, and he wouldn't be surprised even if the doll started to move around the next moment.

"How could such a perfect doll be abandoned in the Harvest Church? Could it be that the barbarian in the Harvest Church has the same noble taste as me?"

"Maybe I should visit Harvest Church more often..."

Emlyn, who occasionally stretched his savings because of his many purchases, could not afford such a perfect doll. He picked it up outside the Harvest Church.

"I'm not stealing or robbing, I just want to give her a home." Emlyn White muttered to get rid of his little guilt.

"Her appearance is perfect, completely in line with the characteristics of a noble blood clan..."

Emlyn couldn't bear to move his eyes away from the doll. It wasn't until he felt slightly sleepy that he finally looked away, washed himself and fell asleep.

"Well..." Emlyn suddenly woke up from his dream. He looked around blankly, not realizing what kind of state he was in.

This land is full of life, filled with various wheat seedlings, flowers, vines and trees. Under the dark night, these plants emit green light, which is the color of life.

He looked up at the sky. A crimson moon hung in the sky, casting wisps of crimson moonlight.

"Ancestor?!" Emlyn was startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he woke up completely.

In the tradition of the Vampire Clan, the crimson moon has always been the symbol of Lilith, the ancestor of the Vampire Clan. However, in the long history, the true god or the evil god usurped the power of the moon.

There were wisps of crimson moonlight condensed. In Emlyn's disbelieving eyes, the moonlight condensed into a symbol with a red moon as the base, and gradually fell on the back of Emlyn's hand.

"Am I favored by the ancestor?" Emlyn was overwhelmed by the huge surprise. The next moment, a piece of information poured into his mind, knocking him unconscious.

When he woke up, it was already midnight the next day. He opened his blood-red eyes and his mind was very confused. It took a few minutes to remember the dream.

He raised his hand suddenly and hit his chin with too much force, but he still saw the fleeting moon mark.

"it is true……"

Emlyn hugged the puppet closest to him in ecstasy, and then he reacted and carefully placed the puppet on the ground.

He looked at the most perfect puppet, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the puppet's hand, where there was an extra ring.

"You are the perfect creation given to me by the ancestor?!" Emlyn almost worshiped the doll.

After the shock, he took off the ring from the puppet's hand and put it on his own hand. He dug out the information about the ring from his mind.

"Lilith's ring..."

Emlyn blinked and then remembered that he had also received blessings and revelations from his ancestors in his dream. He recalled them and interpreted them one by one.

"The end is coming, I will be the savior of the vampires?!"

“And the key points of ‘Doomsday’ are ‘Fool’ and ‘Dream’!”

"The ancestor's instruction asked me to investigate the 'Fool'?"

Emlyn gradually understood everything.

…

Klein returned to the life of a real detective, but because he no longer took on cases related to marital disputes, the detective agency's business was somewhat sparse.

"Da da!"

"Please come in!" The sleepy Klein suddenly stood up and showed a business smile.

"Hello, Mr. Detective." A man in formal attire and a silk top hat opened the door of the detective office and looked at Klein with a slight nod.

"Hello, sir, have you encountered any unsolvable problem?" Klein poured a cup of black tea for the client. At the same time, Klein had turned on his spiritual vision and looked at the gentleman.

There is no problem. It doesn't seem to be an Extraordinary case... Klein made a judgment.

"My name is Alan Kress, and I am a doctor." Alan Kress's face was not very good, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"I've been having a nightmare recently and wanted to find a 'professional' to take a look, and I heard that many detectives have connections with people like that."

"Professionals" are naturally extraordinary people.

But Leonard and I are both good at interpreting dreams... Klein leaned forward, clasped his hands, and his whole demeanor changed.

As a former Nighthawk and now a Dream Cultist, Klein does not need to avoid the church and hide his identity as an Extraordinary.

"Huh?!" Dr. Allen's eyes lit up, and he seemed more trusting. "I dreamed of a snake, a snake that was sitting on a dark towering spire and staring at me!"

"Snake..." Klein thought thoughtfully. In mysticism, snakes refer to many things, including desire, corruption, and evil.

"Can you remember exactly what that snake looked like?"

"It has red eyes, a slender silver body, and there seem to be circles on its skin!"

Klein suddenly took out a deck of tarot cards from his pocket, flicked one up and landed on the table.

"The wheel of fate"!

The "Wheel of Fortune" in the tarot card handed down from Russell's hand is made up of a snake entwined, and based on the occult knowledge that Klein now possesses, he also knows that the sequence one of the "monster" pathway is the "Snake of Mercury" .

This is exactly what Dr. Allen described!

It can’t be sequence one, right? There is a high probability that he is an Beyonder of the "monster" path... It's not like Klein has never thought about the possibility of Sequence 1, but this thought slipped away peacefully at a certain moment.

"Probably needs a decontamination."

"Are you a professional?" Mr. Allen couldn't help but ask, this was related to his safety.

"Yes, in fact, you can also ask the church you believe in for help. They can also do it, but our service is faster."

Klein said frankly.

The church needs to take care of all believers, and there are only so many Nighthawks.

"...Okay!" It was obvious that the doctor had been tortured by nightmares and did not want to wait any longer.

"Okay, I will purify you now." Klein took out a gold coin from his pocket and candles and other items from the cabinet.

These are used for ritual magic.

The object of his ritual prayer is not the "Goddess of the Night", but the "Supreme Dream".

With the status of "Supreme Dream", the effects of various ritual magics will only be stronger.