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’m folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of him into the middle of the table, then he limped to the door and

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

suspiciously. “Haven’t

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

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

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

just need to pay 1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted like he was

as the corners

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

down at the same time…” Klein

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

an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you

a positive

down his drinking as he began sipping, and he took

time, and it was the same house without any light. Klein put

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

the hooded

in the dim

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

neck made him certain

are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering.

for a while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his posture as if he wanted

chubby face exposed quickly raised

beasts are

Snake died? Klein was surprised to hear the

of a Listener, allowing him to

at all; yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously. He

had heard thumping sounds deep in the

there, parts of Zreal’s body had been eaten

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…

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

his hands and said, “So, what should

suddenly disappeared, and a

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

and those beasts that hide in the depths of the sewers

His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation. I

was an Aurora Order member, by

this was the case rather than hope for a

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made up

would even anonymously report this matter to

gathering

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