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

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

at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck

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

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

you.” Klein touched the bills in

pound this time.” Kaspars

as the corners of his

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

can beat and take them down at the

bar, looked around, and said in a low

an hour. Holy Lord

gave a positive

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 mask that only covered

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 door open

indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded robe

the same living room, with a candle flickering in the

felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he leisurely looked

of his neck made him

there are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There

the round-faced Apothecary change his

quickly raised his hand and said, “Black Snake has apparently died in the

beasts are

Snake died? Klein was surprised to hear

remains of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of Foulness. It was suspected that he was from the Aurora

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

he had heard thumping sounds deep in

led Ian there, parts of Zreal’s body

was at 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

of many. A sense of fear spread

hands and

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a frozen silence filled

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

and those beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers usually won’t

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

imply that Black Snake was an Aurora Order

that this was the case rather than hope for

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having

would even

Many gathering members

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