Before leaving, Klein flipped a coin and asked if it wasn't a good day to go to The Brave.
After getting a negative answer, he looked around and whispered to the air,
"Is there anyone monitoring me today?"
After a few seconds of silence, Miss Bodyguard's ethereal voice suddenly came from behind him.
"No."
Klein subconsciously looked back, but he still couldn't find Miss Bodyguard.
His attention quickly shifted to the answer, and he could not help but chuckle in his heart.
MI9 didn't even put me on the suspect list!
After confirming that Rosago hadn't looked for me, he completely threw me aside.
Should I feel honored or insulted?
That's right. A detective who's busy looking for a cat to catch an affair can't possibly be related to assassinating an ambassador or killing a Sequence 5 powerhouse …
Also, MI9 had been monitoring me for a while. My panic, helplessness, and my struggle to save myself were all seen by them. It was obvious that I couldn't cause any real harm to the ambassador …
Amidst his thoughts, Klein put on his half top hat, picked up his black silver-inlaid cane, and walked out of 15 Minsk Street. He spent two soli on a rental carriage and arrived at The Brave on Iron Gate Street in the Baekeland Bridge area.
He walked in with familiarity and passed through the drinkers who were cheering around the boxing ring. He came to the bar and knocked on the table.
"A Southville beer."
The bartender looked up at him and muttered,
"Kaspars is in card room number three."
Klein smiled, took out five one-penny copper coins, and pushed them to the man.
Following that, he picked up a wooden cup and drank the white frothy Southville beer. He circled around the two most crowded, lively, and sweaty arenas and knocked on the door of Card Room 3.
Kaspars was playing Texas Hold No Limit with a group of people. The stack of cash in front of him was high, and the pile of yellow coins was dazzling.
Noticing Klein's gaze, the black-market weapons merchant with a huge scar on his face twitched his big red nose and said casually, "That's right.
"I don't like to use chips. It makes me feel unreal. The texture of the banknotes and the weight of the coins are intoxicating. It feels as good as f * cking a woman!"
After mumbling these words, Kaspars frowned slightly.
"What are you doing here?"
Klein did not answer directly. He gestured with his lips to indicate that they should talk outside.
"Damn it! I'm going to empty them! Bullshit, I'm not following! " Kaspars threw the two cards in front of him to the middle, then limped to the door and said to Klein, "You better have a good reason!"
After leaving the card room and arriving at a corner, Klein lowered his voice and said,
"I want to know when the next party is, like the last one."
Kaspars scrutinized him suspiciously. "Didn't Marić talk to you?"
"It's not about hiring a bodyguard. It's just that I'm very interested in that, hehe, you know." Klein was telling the truth.
Kaspars hesitated for a moment before saying, "There's a party tonight.
The organizer is still the same person from last time, but you need to wait for more than half an hour. I'll go inform them first. You showed your credibility last time, so I don't think it'll be a problem. "
"No problem, I'll pay you." Klein touched the notes in his pocket.
"It's only a pound this time." Kaspars looked very generous.
"It's worth it." The corners of Klein's mouth curled up at the same time.
After paying, he found a seat and sat down. As he drank the rich wheat aroma of Southville beer, he watched the fight in the boxing ring.
I can beat both of them down at the same time … Klein quickly came to this conclusion.
After more than ten minutes, Kaspars returned to the bar, looked around, and lowered his voice.
"The other side agreed."
"We'll be there in half an hour. Holy Lord of Storms, I hope you haven't forgotten that mask."
With regards to this, Klein gave an affirmative answer.
He slowed down the speed of his drinking, sipping it in small mouthfuls. It took him half an hour to finish a large 500ml cup of Southville beer.
It was still the same path as before, and it was still the same house without any light. Klein wore the metal mask that only covered the upper half of his face and watched as Kaspars knocked on the door rhythmically.
It's different from the last time. The knocking keeps changing … Klein listened carefully for a while and saw the small wooden board on the door open, and a pair of eyes peek out.
After going through the same process, he put on a hooded robe and hid his entire face in the shadows.
It was still the same activity room, and it was still the same dimly flickering candle. Klein randomly found a seat and sat down quietly.
But unlike before, he wasn't repressed or tense this time. Instead, he leisurely surveyed the area.
The cold wind that blew at the back of his neck confirmed that Miss Bodyguard had followed him in without anyone noticing.
Indeed, there aren't any Sequence 5 Beyonders gathered here. There might not even be a Sequence 6 Beyonder … Klein thought thoughtfully.
After listening for a while, he saw the round-faced Apothecary change his sitting posture, as though he wanted to speak.
Indeed, the Apothecary, who revealed half of his chubby face, quickly raised his hand.
"Black Snake seems to have died in the sewers …"
"Those beasts are still plundering."
Black Snake is dead? Upon hearing this news, Klein was rather stunned.
Black Snake was the man who had sold him the Listener's relic, allowing him to "successfully" create the Language of Foulness. He was suspected to be a member of the Aurora Order.
He can't be weak, but he actually died in a simple mission to clear the beasts in the sewers … Klein frowned in puzzlement and suddenly recalled something.
When he discovered Zreal's corpse, he had heard thumping sounds deep in the sewers.
By the time he led Ian over, Zreal's corpse had already been partially devoured by strange beasts.
It was at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in East Borough, quite far from the Baekeland Bridge area. I wonder if it's related … Klein didn't have the urge to verify this matter.
The news of Black Snake's death quickly spread in the dark activity room, attracting many people's whispers, spreading a sense of empathy and fear.
The Apothecary clapped his hands.
"So, what should I do?"
The whispers suddenly disappeared, and the silence in the room seemed to solidify.
Due to the Apothecary's advice, which he wasn't afraid of offending others, Klein thought for a moment and took the initiative to speak.
"If I were you, I think I'd give up on the remaining herbs and never go there again."
"Why? They will mature very quickly. Those beasts hide deep in the sewers and typically don't come out, "the Apothecary asked hesitantly.
Klein deliberately said in a hoarse voice, "There should be an organization behind Black Snake.
"There should be an organization behind Black Snake. His death will definitely lead to an investigation. I don't think you want to deal with them, right?"
Having a Listener's relic didn't mean that Black Snake was definitely a member of the Aurora Order, but him addressing the True Creator as a great existence indirectly proved this point.
Moreover, he would rather believe that it was true than hope.
"Yes." Apothecary nodded slightly, as if he had already made a decision.
Klein added a few more words.
"If it were me, I would report this to the police anonymously."
"What?" Many members of the gathering exclaimed in shock.
Klein explained without changing his tone,
"Since the beasts in the sewers could kill the Black Serpent, it means that they are very dangerous. Everyone lives in Baekeland. If a disaster really happens because of this, it's hard to guarantee that we won't be affected."
"So, the best choice is to attract the attention of the police and let the authorities handle this matter."
"Isn't it great that we don't have to take risks and enjoy the good results?"
Just as he finished speaking, Eye of Wisdom applauded.
"What a great idea! We are afraid of the official Beyonders, but we can also use them. Don't think of handling everything ourselves. "
That's because I'm an official Beyonder. My train of thought is definitely different from pure wild Beyonders like you … Klein lampooned with a smile.
After speaking, he returned to the attitude of a bystander, listening to others sell or buy items and materials. He watched the transactions succeed or fail, but there was nothing he was interested in.
He didn't hang up the Beyonder ingredients he needed for the time being. He planned on observing the circle a few more times.
As time passed, Eye of Wisdom began to arrange for people to leave, one person every three minutes.
Klein was the first to go out last time, so he didn't know what happened next. Only now did he notice that there were at least five exits. The attendants of Eye of Wisdom would take different people through different passages, trying their best to avoid them and prolong the time.
More than half an hour later, there were only three members of the gathering left in the activity room. Apart from Eye of Wisdom, the other two were Klein and the man suspected to be an Apothecary.
Eye of Wisdom looked at Klein and laughed with an old voice.
"Looks like your luck isn't bad."
He recognized me as the person who bought the ominous item, Black Snake … Klein smiled and said, "Yes, I won the bet."
Hearing their conversation, the Apothecary's eyes widened as he scrutinized Klein.
After a long while, he said, "Do you have any other lucky mystical items? I've already treated you as a dead man. "
You sure are direct … Klein replied tactfully, "Perhaps I'm lucky enough to begin with."
In fact, he also wanted a similar item.
Eye of Wisdom sighed and said, "Lad, don't always bet on luck, especially in such matters. Even if you've won many times in the past, as long as you lose once, you won't have a chance to turn the tables."
"I know, that's why I came to this gathering to see if I can buy anything useful. Heh, I'm considered the same as you," Klein said casually.
"The same?" The Apothecary sighed exaggeratedly. "I should've listened to my teacher back then!"
Teacher … He's suspected to be an Apothecary … The Apothecary pathway is controlled by the Church of Earth Mother and the Life School of Thought … The Life School of Thought's inheritance is a master-disciple system … Klein's heart stirred as he asked curiously,
"Why do you say that?"
The Apothecary sighed and said, "My teacher made me choose the path that can make people lucky enough, but I ended up becoming a concocter of potions. In the end, I haven't been able to find the main ingredients for the next Sequence potion for two years. Your luck makes me jealous."
Make people lucky enough … This is very similar to the Monster Sequence pathway … He's really a member of the Life School of Thought … Klein smiled.
"What's the reason for your choice?"
The Apothecary suddenly straightened his back.
"This is a man's choice!"
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