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.

front of him into the middle of the table, then

the corner, Klein said in a suppressed voice,

“Haven’t

know… I’ve become very interested

time, but you’ll have to wait for more than half an hour. I’ll inform them first. You showed your

pay you.” Klein touched

1 pound this

as the corners

down, drinking the

and take them down at the

Kaspars returned to the bar, looked

an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope

a

slowed down his drinking as he began sipping, and he took half an hour to finish the 500

was the same house without any light. Klein put on the iron mask that

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

indistinguishable process like before, he put on the

flickering in the dim light.

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

back of his neck made him certain

are no Sequence 5 experts in this gathering. There might

he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his posture as if he wanted

Apothecary who had half his chubby face exposed quickly raised his hand and said, “Black Snake has apparently died

beasts are still

died? Klein was

allowing him to “successfully” create the Language of Foulness. It was suspected that he was from the Aurora

wasn’t low at all; yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers…

discovered Zreal’s corpse, he had heard

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

was at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund

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

hands and said, “So, what

disappeared, and a

and said,

and those beasts that hide in the depths

“Black Snake likely has an organization backing him. His death definitely

Order member, by referring to

was

slightly, seemingly having made up his

“If I were you, I would even anonymously report this matter to

Many gathering members

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