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.

of him into the

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

“Haven’t

know…

last time, but you’ll have to wait for

I’ll pay you.” Klein touched the

to pay 1 pound this time.”

as the corners of his lips curled

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

down at the same time…” Klein

to the bar, looked around, and said

Holy Lord of Storms, I hope

a

and he took

Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half

a moment,

the

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

unlike before, he no longer felt suppressed or tensed;

his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed him

gathering.

the round-faced Apothecary change his posture

quickly raised his

beasts are

was

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

yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously.

discovered Zreal’s corpse, he had heard thumping sounds deep in the

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

of Iron Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I wonder if there’s a connection… Klein had

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

his hands and said, “So, what

disappeared, and a frozen silence

said, “If I were you, I would give

hide in the

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

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

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

The Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made

were you, I would

Many gathering members

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