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.

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,

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

looked at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you

bodyguards. Regarding that, heh heh, you know…

“There will be a gathering tonight. The organizer is 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

you.” Klein touched the

1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he

as the corners

and sat down, drinking the rich malt-scented Southville beer and

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

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

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

a

slowed down his drinking as he began sipping, and he took half an hour to finish the 500

any light. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his face, and he watched as

carefully for a moment, then saw the small plank of the door open and a pair of eyes peer

before, he put on the hooded robe and hid his

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

no longer felt suppressed or tensed;

wind that blew across the back of his neck made him certain that Miss

experts in this gathering.

the 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

are still

was

to “successfully” create the Language

low at all; yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously. He suddenly

he had heard thumping sounds deep

led Ian there, parts of Zreal’s

in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund

the murmurs of many. A sense

hands and said,

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a

afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I

hide in the depths of the sewers usually won’t come

a hoarse voice, “Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I believe you don’t want

an Aurora Order member, by referring to the True

that this was the case rather than hope for a

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly

added, “If I were you, I would even anonymously

Many gathering members

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