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.

it! 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

a suppressed voice, “I want to know when the

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

not about hiring bodyguards. Regarding that, heh heh, you know… I’ve become very interested in it.”

hesitated and then said, “There 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 his

to pay 1 pound this

it,” Klein said as the corners of his lips curled

down, drinking the rich malt-scented Southville beer

down at the same time…” Klein quickly

the bar, looked

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

a positive

began sipping, and he took half

as 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 he

all the time… Klein listened carefully for a moment, then saw the small plank of the door open and

put on the hooded robe and hid

was still the same living room, with a candle flickering in the dim light. Klein randomly

suppressed or tensed; instead, he leisurely

back of his neck made him

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

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

raised his hand and

are still

Klein was

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

died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously. He suddenly thought

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

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

East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I wonder if there’s a connection… Klein had no impulse to verify

the dark room, attracting the murmurs of

and

suddenly disappeared, and a frozen

for a moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest

mature very soon, and those beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers usually

in a hoarse voice, “Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely

a Listener didn’t imply that Black Snake was an Aurora Order member, by referring

would rather believe that this was the case rather than hope

nodded slightly, seemingly

you, I would even

gathering

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