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.

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 middle of the table, then he limped to the

suppressed voice, “I want to know when the most recent gathering

looked at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck

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

said, “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

pay you.” Klein touched the

just need to pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he was very

Klein said as the

sat down, drinking the rich

the same time…” Klein quickly came to this

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

after half an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you

a positive

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

without any light. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his face, and he watched as Kaspars knocked on the

rhythm is different from last time. The knocking changes all the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then saw the small plank of

the hooded

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

before, he no longer felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he

made him certain

there are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There might not even

in on the conversation for a while, he saw the

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

beasts are still

was

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

actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the

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

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

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

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

clapped his hands and said, “So, what should

suddenly disappeared, and a frozen silence filled

for a moment and said, “If I were

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

an Aurora Order member, by referring to the

that this was the case rather than hope

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having

would even anonymously report this matter

gathering members

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