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.

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 limped to the door and said to Klein, “You’d better

in a suppressed voice, “I want to

at him suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a

know… I’ve become very

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

I’ll pay you.” Klein touched

1 pound this time.” Kaspars acted

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

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

take them down at the

bar, looked

after half an hour. Holy Lord of Storms,

gave a positive

he took half an

it was the same house without any light. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his

time… Klein listened carefully for a

put on the hooded robe and hid his entire face in the

still the same living room, with a candle flickering in the dim light. Klein randomly found a seat and quietly sat

felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he

made him certain that

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

listening in on the conversation for a while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary

Apothecary who had half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his

are still

died? Klein was surprised

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

strength wasn’t low at all; yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein frowned suspiciously. He

corpse, he had heard thumping

led Ian there, parts of Zreal’s body had been eaten

the East Borough, quite far from the

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

clapped his hands and said, “So, what should I

whispers suddenly disappeared, and a

the Apothecary had advised him without being afraid of offending him, Klein thought for a moment and said, “If I were you,

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

said in a hoarse 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

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

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

slightly, seemingly having made

you, I would even anonymously report this matter to

gathering

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