Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 256

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 and said to Klein, “You’d

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

looked at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck

heh heh, you know… I’ve become very interested

to wait for more

pay you.” Klein touched the bills in his

pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he was

it,” Klein said as the corners of his lips

found a seat and sat down, drinking the rich malt-scented

beat and take them down at the same time…” Klein

about ten minutes, Kaspars returned to the bar, looked around,

half an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you haven’t

gave a

took half an

as the previous time, and it was the same house without any light. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his face, and

listened carefully for a moment,

indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded robe and hid his entire

flickering in the dim light. Klein randomly found a seat and

felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he

made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed him in without anyone

in this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence 6…

conversation for a while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his posture as if

had half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand and said, “Black

are

Klein was surprised to hear

the man who had sold him the remains of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of

all; yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers…

had

of Zreal’s

the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area,

the murmurs of many. A sense of fear

and

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a frozen silence filled

moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest of the herbs

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

organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I believe you

of a Listener didn’t imply that Black Snake was an Aurora Order member, by referring to the True Creator as

this was

slightly, seemingly having made up

were you, I would even anonymously report this matter to

gathering members

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