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 him into the middle of the table, then he limped to the door and said to

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

him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a

hiring bodyguards. Regarding that, heh heh, you know… I’ve become

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.

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

pound this time.”

the corners of

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

down at the same time…” Klein quickly came

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

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

a positive

took half an hour to finish the 500

the previous time, and it was the same house without any light. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his face, and

for a moment, then saw the small

before, he put on the

in the dim light. Klein randomly found

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

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

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

for a while, he saw the

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

beasts are still

died? Klein was surprised

was the man who had sold him the remains of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of Foulness. It was suspected

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

corpse, he had heard thumping

there, parts of Zreal’s body had been

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

spread through the dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of fear spread through them, as though

and said,

disappeared, and a frozen

being afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest of the herbs and never

soon, and those beasts that hide in the depths

His death definitely

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

would rather believe that this was the case

seemingly

would even anonymously

Many gathering members

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