Before leaving the house, Klein tossed a coin to inquire if it was beneficial for him to visit the Bravehearts Bar that day.

After receiving a negative result, he looked around before whispering into the air, “Is someone monitoring me today?”

After a few seconds of silence, Miss Bodyguard’s ethereal voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

“No.”

Klein subconsciously looked back, but he failed to find Miss Bodyguard.

His attention quickly returned to the answer he received as he couldn’t help but let out a snicker in his heart.

MI9 isn’t even putting me on their suspect list at all!

After confirming that Rosago hadn’t sought me out, they completely put me aside.

Should I feel honored or insulted?

It’s true that a detective that busies himself looking for cats has no way of being associated with the assassination of an ambassador or getting rid of a Sequence 5 expert…

Furthermore, MI9 has been monitoring me for quite some time. My panic, my helplessness, and my struggle for self-preservation were laid out for them to see. It’s obvious that I can’t inflict any substantial harm to the ambassador…

With that in mind, Klein put on his half top hat, carried his black silver-inlaid cane, and walked out of 15 Minsk Street. He spent 2 soli for a rental carriage that brought him to Bravehearts Bar on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

He entered like a regular, walked past the cheering drunkards around the boxing ring, and rapped the countertop when he came to the bar counter.

“One glass of Southville beer.”

The bartender looked up at him and mumbled, “Kaspars is in Card Room 3.”

Klein smiled and pushed five one-penny copper coins to the man.

Then, carrying the wooden cup and sipping a white, smooth, frothy Southville beer, he walked around two of the rowdiest, liveliest stages that stank the most and knocked on the door of Card Room 3.

Kaspars was playing Texas poker with unlimited stakes. Stacks of cash were piled high in front of him, as well as yellow coins that piled up in a dazzling heap.

Noticing Klein’s gaze, the black-market arms dealer with the huge scar on his face twitched his big red nose and casually said, “I don’t like using chips as they don’t feel real to me. It’s still the texture of cash and the weight of the coins that leaves me intoxicated. It the same as f**king women!”

After finishing that sentence, Kaspars frowned slightly.

“What are you doing here again?”

Klein didn’t answer directly, but he gestured with his mouth to speak outside.

going to clean them up with this hand! Bullshit, I’m folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of him into the middle of the table, then he limped to the door

Klein said in a suppressed voice, “I want to know when the most recent gathering will

at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a deal

know… I’ve become very interested in it.” Klein was telling the

the same person as last time, but you’ll have to wait for more than half an hour. I’ll inform them first. You showed your reputation last time, so I don’t think

pay you.” Klein touched the bills in

1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he was very

worth it,” Klein said as the

found a seat and sat down, drinking the rich malt-scented Southville beer and enjoying the competition on

them down at the same time…” Klein quickly

looked around, and said in a

head there after half an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you haven’t forgotten

gave a positive

began sipping, and he took half

put on the iron mask that only covered half of his

is different from last time. The knocking changes all the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then saw the small plank of

indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded robe

room, with a candle flickering in the dim light. Klein randomly found a seat and quietly

suppressed or tensed; instead, he

cold wind that blew across the back of his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed

in this gathering. There might not even

conversation for a while, he saw the

half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand

are still

Snake died? Klein was surprised to

the man who had sold him the remains of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of Foulness. It was suspected that

the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously. He suddenly

he had heard thumping

of Zreal’s body

the Backlund Bridge area, and

room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of fear spread through them,

clapped his hands and said,

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a frozen

the Apothecary had advised him without being afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would

and those beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers usually won’t come out,” the Apothecary asked

Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I believe you don’t want to

Snake was an Aurora Order member, by referring to the True Creator as

rather believe that this was the case rather

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made up his

I were you, I would even anonymously report this matter

gathering

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