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.

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

card room and coming to the corner, Klein said in a suppressed voice, “I want to know when the most recent gathering will

“Haven’t you struck a deal with

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

have to wait for more than half an hour.

you.” Klein touched the

to pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars

worth it,” Klein said as the corners of his

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

the same time…” Klein quickly came

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

Holy Lord

gave a positive

began sipping, and he took half an

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

The knocking changes all the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then

indistinguishable process like before, he put on the

room, with a candle flickering in the dim

felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he

back of his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed him in without anyone

experts in this gathering. There might

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

Apothecary who had half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his

are

died? Klein was surprised to hear the

him to “successfully” create the Language of Foulness.

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

discovered Zreal’s corpse, he had heard

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

the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I wonder if there’s a connection… Klein

Black Snake’s death quickly spread through the dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of fear spread through them, as though they had experienced it

hands and said, “So, what should

suddenly disappeared, and a frozen silence filled

being afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest of the

mature very soon, and those beasts that hide in the depths of

voice, “Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely

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

was the case

The Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made up

you, I would even

gathering members

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