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.

them up with this hand! Bullshit, I’m folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of

the corner, Klein said in a suppressed voice, “I want to know when the most

suspiciously. “Haven’t

hiring bodyguards. Regarding that, heh heh, you know… I’ve become very interested

have to wait for more than half an

you.” Klein

to pay 1 pound this

it,” Klein said as the corners of

the rich

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

Kaspars returned to the bar, looked around, and said in a

Lord of Storms, I

a positive

his drinking as he began sipping, and he took half an hour

was the same house without any light. Klein put

a moment, then saw the small

the indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded robe

flickering in the

suppressed or tensed; instead, he leisurely looked

the back of his neck made him certain

this gathering. There might

a while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his

face exposed quickly raised his hand and said, “Black Snake has

are

Snake died? Klein was surprised

of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create the Language

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

he had heard thumping sounds

led Ian there, parts of Zreal’s body had been

Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge

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

and said, “So, what

suddenly disappeared, and a frozen

him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest of the herbs and never

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

has an organization backing him. His death

Aurora Order member, by referring to the True Creator as a “great being”, this was

was the case rather than hope for a

slightly, seemingly having made

you, I would even anonymously report this

gathering

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