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 the door and said to Klein,

and coming to the corner, Klein said in a suppressed voice, “I want to

suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a deal with

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

for more than half an hour. I’ll inform them first. You

I’ll pay you.” Klein touched the bills in

just need to pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars

said as the corners of his lips curled

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

and take them down at the same time…” Klein

bar, looked around, and said in

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

gave a positive

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

as the previous time, and it was the same house without any light. Klein put

carefully for a moment, then saw the small

like before, he put on the hooded

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

suppressed or

blew across the back of his neck made

no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence 6…

he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his

face exposed quickly raised his hand

beasts are

was surprised to hear

Snake was 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

simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned

had heard thumping sounds deep

of Zreal’s body had been

the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I wonder if there’s a connection…

murmurs of many. A sense of fear spread through them, as

hands and said, “So, what

and a frozen silence

moment and said, “If I were

hide in the depths of the sewers

His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I believe you don’t want to interact with

Order member, by referring to the True Creator as a “great being”,

would rather believe that this was the case rather

The Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly

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

gathering

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