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.

Bullshit, I’m folding!” Kaspars tossed the two cards in front of

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

suspiciously. “Haven’t you struck a deal

that, heh heh, you know… I’ve become very interested in it.” Klein was telling the

wait for more than half an hour. I’ll inform them first. You showed your

Klein touched

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

said as the corners of his lips

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

them down at the same time…” Klein quickly came to

bar, looked around, and said in a low voice,

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

a

his drinking as he began sipping, and he took half an hour

they took 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,

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

the indistinguishable process like before, he put on the hooded robe and

candle flickering in the dim light. Klein randomly found a

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

his neck made

this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence

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

Apothecary who had half his chubby face exposed quickly raised

beasts are still

was surprised

to “successfully” create the Language

performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein

corpse, he had heard thumping sounds deep

parts of Zreal’s

the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area, and I

Black Snake’s death quickly spread through the dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense of fear spread through them, as though

hands and said, “So, what

a

moment and said, “If I were you, I would give up on the rest of the herbs and

that hide in the depths of the sewers

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

Aurora Order member, by referring to the True Creator as a “great being”,

that this was

Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made up

“If I were you, I would even

Many gathering

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