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.

tossed the two cards in front of him into the middle of the table, then he

suppressed voice, “I want to know when the most recent gathering will

him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck

bodyguards. Regarding that, heh heh, you know… I’ve become very interested in it.”

gathering tonight. The organizer is the same person as last time, but you’ll have to wait for more than half an hour.

you.” Klein touched the bills

to pay 1 pound this time.”

the corners of his

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

take them down at the

returned to the bar, looked around, and said in a low voice,

an hour. Holy Lord of Storms,

gave a

slowed down his drinking as he began sipping, and he took half

Klein put on the iron mask that

Klein listened carefully for a moment, then

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

living room, with a candle flickering in the dim light. Klein

unlike before, he no longer felt suppressed or

blew across the back of his neck made him certain that

expected, there are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering.

while, he saw the

quickly raised his hand and said, “Black Snake

beasts are still

Snake died? Klein was surprised to

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

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

had heard thumping sounds deep in the

Ian there, parts of Zreal’s body

far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I wonder if there’s a connection… Klein had no

of many. A sense of fear spread through them, as though they had

his hands and said, “So, what should

and a frozen silence filled

and said, “If I were you, I would give up on

the depths of the sewers usually won’t come out,” the Apothecary

“Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I

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

was the case rather than hope

seemingly

“If I were you, I would even anonymously report this

gathering members

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