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.

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 have a good

voice, “I want to know when the

looked at him suspiciously. “Haven’t

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

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

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

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

said as the corners of

found a seat and sat down, drinking the

can beat and take them down at the

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

hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope

a positive

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

without any light. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered half of his face, and he watched as Kaspars knocked on the

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

process like before, he put on the hooded robe and hid his entire face

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

felt suppressed or tensed; instead, he leisurely looked

across the back of his neck made him certain that Miss Bodyguard had followed

experts in this gathering. There might not even be a Sequence 6…

he saw the

quickly raised his

beasts are still

was surprised

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

yet, he actually died performing the simple mission of clearing the beasts in the sewers… Klein

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

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

of Iron Carbon Street in the East Borough, quite far from the Backlund Bridge area,

dark room, attracting the murmurs of many. A sense

hands and said,

a frozen silence filled the

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

that hide in the depths of the

His death definitely would’ve caused an investigation.

Order member, by

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

The Apothecary nodded slightly, seemingly having made up his

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

Many gathering members

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