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.

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

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

that, heh heh, you know…

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 last time, so I don’t think there’ll be too much

you.” Klein touched the bills in

to pay 1 pound this

worth it,” Klein said as the corners of his

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

take them down at the

to the bar, looked around, and

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

a

began sipping, and he took half an hour to finish the 500

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

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

like before, he put on the hooded robe

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

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

cold wind that blew across the back of his neck made

experts in this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence 6… Klein

listening in on the conversation for a while, he saw the

half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand

are still

Klein was surprised to hear the

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

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

had heard thumping sounds deep in the

parts of Zreal’s body

the Backlund Bridge area, and I wonder

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

hands and said, “So, what should

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a frozen

Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up

beasts that hide in the depths of the

voice, “Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I believe you don’t want to interact with them,

remains of a Listener didn’t imply that Black Snake was an Aurora Order member, by referring to the True Creator

he would rather believe that this was the case rather than

seemingly having made

I were you, I would even anonymously report this matter to the

Many gathering members

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