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.

folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of

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

him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a deal with

hiring bodyguards. Regarding that, heh heh, you know…

time, but you’ll have to wait for more than half an hour. I’ll inform them first. You showed your reputation

you.” Klein touched the bills

pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted like

worth it,” Klein said as the

paying Kaspars, he found a seat and sat down, drinking the

and take them down at the same time…” Klein quickly came to this

the bar, looked around, and said

hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you haven’t forgotten that

a

slowed down his drinking as he began sipping, and he took half an hour

path they took as the previous time, and it was the same house without any light. Klein put on the iron

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

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

a candle flickering in the dim light. Klein randomly found a seat and

before, he no longer felt suppressed or tensed;

across the back of his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed him

Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence

listening in on the conversation for a while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his posture

face exposed quickly raised his hand and said,

are still

Klein 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 the

of clearing the beasts in

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

time he led Ian there, parts of Zreal’s

the bottom 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 no

Black Snake’s death quickly spread through the dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of fear spread through them, as though

and said, “So, what should

disappeared, and a frozen silence

the Apothecary had advised him without being afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest of

beasts that hide in the depths of

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

Black Snake was an Aurora Order member, by

rather believe that this was the case rather than

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly

I would

Many gathering members

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