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.

in front of him into the middle of the table, then he limped to

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

at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a deal

know… I’ve become very interested in it.” Klein

hesitated and then said, “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 there’ll be too much of a

pay you.” Klein touched the

to pay 1 pound this

Klein said as the corners of

down, drinking the rich malt-scented Southville beer and

them down at the same time…”

looked around, and said in

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

a positive

and he took half an hour to finish the 500 ml of

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

different from last time. The knocking changes all the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then saw the small

indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded

the same living room, with a candle flickering in the dim

suppressed or tensed; instead, he leisurely looked

back of his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had

there are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There might not even

while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his

quickly raised

beasts are still

Klein was surprised to hear

allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of Foulness. It

wasn’t 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

Ian there, parts of Zreal’s body had been

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

of Black Snake’s death quickly spread through the dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of

and said, “So, what should I

suddenly disappeared, and a frozen silence

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 herbs and never

They’ll mature very soon, and those beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers usually won’t come

His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation.

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

that this was the case rather

nodded slightly, seemingly having made up

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

Many gathering

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