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.

front of him into the middle of the table, then he limped to the door and said to Klein, “You’d better have

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

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

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

“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

you.” Klein touched the bills in

to pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted

as the corners of his

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

down at the same time…” Klein quickly came

ten minutes, Kaspars returned to the bar, looked around, and said in a low voice, “They

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

gave a

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

Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his face, and he watched as Kaspars knocked on

time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then

the indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded

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

longer felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he leisurely

that blew across the back of his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed him

in this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence 6…

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

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

are

Klein was surprised to hear

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 was from

strength wasn’t low at all; yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously.

had heard thumping sounds

parts of

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

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

Apothecary clapped his hands and said, “So, what

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a frozen silence

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

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

“Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I believe you don’t want to interact with them,

was an Aurora Order member, by

he would rather believe that this was the case rather than hope

nodded slightly, seemingly having made

I were you, I would even anonymously report

gathering

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