The more he thought about how a living person was playing cards with more than ten corpses in a dimly lit room into the night, the more his scalp tingled.

Klein suppressed his instinctive fear and looked at the pale face, the malicious brown eyes, and the man who was about twenty-eight years old that suffused madness. He pretended to be intimidated by the man’s dominance and took a step back. During this time, Kaspars left the room and closed the door.

The man asked in a deep voice, “You’re the one looking for a bodyguard?”

“… Yes.” Klein gulped deliberately.

The man’s strangeness made him feel fear, but it also brought him peace of mind.

The stronger the bodyguard, the safer he would be!

The pale-faced man in the black vest lifted his chin and asked, “Why are you looking for a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for this?”

Klein didn’t answer straight away. He thought for nearly twenty seconds before saying, “I’ll tell you the details of the mission first. Give me a price after you assess it. If I can pay for it, or if I have an item of equivalent value, we would have ourselves a deal. Otherwise, I can only give up and look for someone else.”

The fierce-looking man didn’t say a word. Instead, he nodded as a gesture for Klein to recount his story.

Klein deliberately looked at the zombies, treating them as normal card players. Then, he gave the man an inquisitive look saying: “Before I answer, do you want to kick these guys out of the room?”

“There’s no need for that,” the pale-faced man said in a deep voice.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then honestly said, “I offended a big shot who might have a country supporting him.”

The room suddenly turned still and silent. The man, who had a hint of madness and malice in his eyes, froze on the spot as if he had turned into a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly said, “This mission is priceless.

“Get out.”

Ah? Klein didn’t manage to react until the man turned and walked back to the card table. Only then did he realize that there was no deal.

You played cards with a bunch of living corpses in the room and presented yourself as a person of high standing and strength. Yet, you were scared off just like that? You’re clearly a little crazy… Klein didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as he added, “The big shot doesn’t have that much freedom in Backlund.”

The man in the black vest ignored him and sat down again. The zombies began to hand out cards, look at their cards, and throw out chips.

see Kaspars Kalinin.

arrangement.” Klein threw

show a look of surprise as he pondered for a few seconds

mission too

Kaspars frowned.

is the scariest person I know. He isn’t even afraid of bullets, and since he thinks the mission is difficult, I

pity.” Klein

right fist and struck his

the Storm be with

with a smile as he made

I’ll pay you a fee.

Bar feeling slightly melancholic. He didn’t even have the interest to play

my style to let someone else face the danger for me through deceit… As a Beyonder, if I constantly go against my heart’s true thoughts and my own principles, then I probably won’t be far from losing control…

didn’t waste any charcoal. He directly went to the bedroom and

back, he carefully thought for a while and discovered that the possible danger wasn’t

he wished to obtain clues to finding Ian from me. If direct interrogation doesn’t work, killing me and channeling my spirit could be considered… If I let him know that I can’t find Ian either, he wouldn’t take the risk to deal with a hired detective when the military’s special department

the situation is so tense

the crux of the problem is Ian Wright’s

Meursault is a Beyonder after his failure? That would make them find my strength questionable, and use them to retaliate against

had the urge to kill the unknown

thought of powerful

without Mr. Azik’s permission… Probably not… Should I pay close attention to this matter and find an opportunity to silence him? Since he sent someone to kill me, I wouldn’t feel any psychological burden from killing him… Yes, I can consider setting a mission for the Tarot Club. Let’s see if Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man have any solutions… Perhaps, a large sum of money can tempt

mind, he calmed down a lot. He found some paper and a pen and wrote the divination statement: “Ian Wright’s

from prying eyes. He

entered a dream and saw a dark, small, run-down room in the dreamy world. There was a bunk bed and

curled up at the top of the

dream shattered, Klein opened his eyes and interpreted

but it’s an abnormally huge place. Even if all the police in Backlund are deployed, they still wouldn’t

leave anything with me. Otherwise, I would’ve been able to find

Klein picked up the pen and added a paragraph to each of the divination statements,

don’t know Ian Wright’s whereabouts. I haven’t

left on the desk with a pen pressed against its

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