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.

it! I was going to clean them up with this hand! Bullshit, I’m folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of him into the

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

him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a

heh, you know… I’ve become

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

pay you.” Klein

this time.”

Klein said as the corners of his

drinking the rich malt-scented Southville beer and enjoying the competition

down at the

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

hour. Holy Lord of Storms,

gave a

as he began sipping, and he took half an hour to finish the 500

and it was the same house without any light. Klein put

the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then saw the small plank of the door open and a

on the hooded robe

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

felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he

made him certain that Miss

in this gathering. There might not even be

saw the

half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand and said, “Black Snake has apparently died

are still

was surprised

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 the

died performing the simple mission of

he discovered Zreal’s corpse, he had heard thumping

time he led Ian there, parts of Zreal’s body had been

the East Borough, quite far from the

quickly spread through the dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of

Apothecary clapped his hands and said, “So, what

a

advised him without being afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I

those beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers usually

hoarse voice, “Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an

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

that this was the case rather than

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made up

I were you, I would even anonymously report this matter to

gathering members

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