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.

two cards in front of him into the middle of the table, then he limped to the door and said to Klein, “You’d

Klein said in a suppressed voice, “I want to know when the most recent

looked at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a

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

The organizer is the same person as last time, but you’ll have to wait for more than half an

you.” Klein touched

pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he was

worth it,” Klein said as the corners of his

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

at the same

to the bar, looked around,

an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you

gave a

and he took half

any light. Klein put

knocking changes all the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then saw

the indistinguishable process like before, he put on the

the same living room, with a candle flickering in the

no longer felt suppressed

made

gathering. There might not even be a Sequence 6…

the round-faced Apothecary change his

his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand and said, “Black

are

Klein was

had sold him the remains of a Listener, allowing him to “successfully” create

actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned

he had heard thumping sounds deep in

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

Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge

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

his hands and said, “So, what should I

disappeared, and a frozen silence

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

beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers usually won’t come out,” the Apothecary asked

Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an

was an Aurora Order member, by referring to the True Creator

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

slightly, seemingly

would even anonymously report this

Many gathering members

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