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.

with this hand! Bullshit, I’m folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of him into the middle of

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

suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a deal with

you know… I’ve become very interested

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

Klein touched the bills in his

pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he was

it,” Klein said as the corners

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

the same time…” Klein quickly came to this

ten minutes, Kaspars returned to the bar, looked

Lord of Storms, I hope you haven’t forgotten

a

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

put on the iron

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

process like before, he put on the hooded robe and hid his

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

no longer felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he

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

are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There

the round-faced Apothecary change

his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand and said, “Black

beasts are

Klein was surprised to

the remains of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of

the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously. He suddenly thought of

Zreal’s corpse, he had

of Zreal’s body had been eaten by strange

of Iron Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I

attracting the murmurs of many.

Apothecary clapped his hands and said, “So, what should I

disappeared, and a frozen silence filled

a moment and said, “If I were you, I

that hide in the depths of the

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

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

was the case rather than hope for a

seemingly having

were you, I would even anonymously report this matter to

Many gathering members

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