Lord of the Mysteries

Backlund Bridge area, Bravehearts Bar.

Klein pressed down the cap on his head, carefully protecting the wallet in the inside pocket of his grayish-blue worker’s jacket. He walked around the customers who were surrounding the boxing ring and headed for the bar.

On the way, he looked around and didn’t see the black market arms dealer, Kaspars Kalinin.

He’s either playing cards or playing billiards… Klein nodded to himself, sat down at the bar, and said to the bartender, “Half and Half.”

He had seen someone drink this type of alcoholic beverage the last time, and he felt that it likely suited his palate.

At least it’s better than pure malt beer… Klein thought to himself.

The bartender raised his head and glanced at him.

“Which two alcohols do you want mixed? Different choices, different prices.”

“The typical one; the typical one will do.” The last time he saw someone drink it, the person had used alcohol of the worst quality. The whole glass of Half and Half was only worth two and a half pence.

“Four and a half pence.” The bartender watched as Klein arranged the brass coins on the bar and then went back to mixing. He said in passing, “You here for Kaspars? He’s not here anymore; his business has been snatched.”

“Huh?” Klein didn’t expect such an answer.

Before the bartender could reply, a man with a protruded mouth next to him laughed and said, “Yes, we’ve chased Kaspars away!

“Heh, how can a lame old man like him do such a business?

“If you have anything you need, feel free to come to us. Find our boss.”

A gang war? Klein subconsciously came up with this idea, wanting to reject the man’s suggestion.

However, he soon thought of another possibility.

Could it be that the Rose School of Thought has deliberately sought out a gang to suppress Kaspars so as to force Maric and Miss Sharron to jump into a trap?

Yes, it’s quite possible. Kaspars had been working here as a black market arms dealer for a long time; he’s definitely not someone who can be chased away just like that. A while ago, because of the series of murders, the atmosphere in the whole of Backlund was rather tense, and the Rose School of Thought or other hidden factions wouldn’t dare to recklessly kill and use spirit mediumship on Maric and Miss Sharron, even if they found them. This would result in a lot of bloodshed, and since they obviously only have a few suspects, and are unable to confirm anyone else having a way to contact Miss Sharron and Maric for the time being… Klein swallowed the words he was about to say and asked instead, “Can I first get a quote before deciding whether to purchase?”

He planned to observe the faction made up of ordinary people who had taken over Bravehearts Bar’s black market. If he discovered any problems, then he could use them as a favor to give to Kaspars, Sharron, and Maric.

In any case, Klein didn’t want any conflict. He only planned on observing via normal processes, so there was no risk.

“Yes, the only requirement is…” The man made a zipping motion with his hand in front of his protruding mouth.

“No problem.” As soon as Klein answered, he saw the Half and Half in front of him, and the copper coins had been taken away by the bartender.

intention of wasting it, he tipped his head and drank it.

spirit is too heavy, the grape flavors are too mild… Klein put down his glass and

about to reach the door, he

if

several different circles of Beyonders, and he might be

at the doorway of

pointed inside and said, “Don’t talk nonsense later. Our

the Backlund Bridge area and East Borough

“Alright.” Klein nodded.

protruding mouth turned

opened, Klein saw a figure hanging

a rope tied around his neck, a rope that was tied in a dead

tongue was protruding out,

the man with the protruding mouth

Backlund’s atmosphere disappears, someone takes action…Klein tilted his head and glanced at

he find peace

hope his temper is cured as

man with the protruded mouth didn’t even hear what he

“Murder!

“Boss is dead!”

back as a result of the loud and shrill voice, and he also activated his Spirit Vision to take a look inside the room. There was nothing special

would the faction who planted the trap do? If there was actually such a trap… Klein quietly moved away and slunk away into the crowd

glanced at the kitchen of the Bravehearts Bar and, with some thought, went over and familiarly passed through to the back

door, Klein felt a cold wind blowing against him which

cold wind was the faint

for a moment but saw nothing. He took out his penny and flicked

landing sound was cut off by the wind, and Klein looked down at the copper

carefully walked forward, heading in the

corner where there wasn’t any illumination from the street lamps. The smell of

weak moonlight that penetrated through the clouds, Klein almost gasped when he saw what was in front

eyeballs, and other human parts. On the wall hung a portion of pale red intestines. The background was a large patch of bright red with milky white

he was looking at a slaughterhouse, a slaughterhouse specially prepared

so exaggerated that the police would immediately transfer the case to them… Klein muttered in his mind

opposite wall. To his

sharp claw that forcefully

claw is similar to the one the Devil dog had after its transformation. Could it be that there’s another one? Could it not be dead yet? No, no, no,

the bar’s gang leader. He was finished off by the faction who had

faction is the Rose School of Thought because

one type of mutant was the