Before leaving, Klein threw a coin casually and asked if it was not conducive to going to the Brave Bar today.
After getting the negative answer, he looked around and whispered to the air:
Is anyone monitoring me today?
After a few seconds of silence, the illusory and erratic voice of the bodyguard suddenly came from behind:
No.
Klein subconsciously looked back, but still couldn't find the figure of the bodyguard.
His attention quickly shifted to the answer, and he couldn't help but say hell in his heart:
MINI didn't put me on the list of suspects at all!
After confirming that Rosago had never looked for me, he completely threw me aside.
Should I feel honored or think I have been insulted?
Yes, a detective who is busy looking for a cat to catch a sex agent can't be related to the assassination of an ambassador of a country and the killing of the top 5 in the Sequence...
Moreover, MINI 9 also monitored me for a while. My panic, my helplessness, and my struggle to save myself were all seen by them, and it was obvious that they could not cause substantial harm to the ambassador...
With a lot of thoughts, Klein wore a half-height silk top hat, carried a black silver cane, walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street, spent 2 Suller, and arrived at the Brave Bar on Ironmen Street in the Beckland Bridge area by taxi carriage.
He entered in a familiar way, walked through the drinkers who were shouting for cheers by the boxing ring, came to the bar and knocked on the table:
A glass of Southwell beer.
The bartender looked up at him and muttered:
Caspas in the card room 3.
Klein smiled and put out five 1pc copper coins and pushed them to the other party.
Then he brought the wooden cup, drank the foamy white and delicate Southwell beer, bypassed the two most crowded, lively and sweaty two athletic platforms, and knocked on the door of the No. 3 card room.
Caspass was playing unlimited Texas with a group of people. The banknotes in front of him were stacked high and the yellow coins were dizzy.
Noting Klein's gaze, the black market weapon merchant with huge scars on his face twitched his big red nose and said casually:
I don’t like to use chips, which makes me feel unreal. It’s the texture of the banknotes and the weight of the coins that make people intoxicated, and it’s as enjoyable as fucking a woman!
After muttering this sentence, Caspass frowned slightly:
What are you doing?
Klein did not answer directly, and pointed out to the outside and said.
Damn it!I want to clear theirs this!Shit, I won’t follow!Caspas threw the two cards in front of him into the middle, then limped to the door and said to Klein, you better have enough reason!
After leaving the card room and coming to the corner, Klein lowered his voice and said:
I wonder when the recent party was the same as the last time.
Caspass looked at him suspiciously: Didn’t Marichi negotiate with you?
It’s not about hiring a bodyguard, it’s about me who, hehe, you know, I’m very interested.Klein said all the truth.
Caspass hesitated and said:
There is a party tonight, and the organizer is the last time, but you need to wait for more than half an hour. I will go and notify them first. You showed your credibility last time, and I don’t think there is any big problem.
No problem, I will pay you.Klein touched the bills in his lower pocket.
This time it costs only 1 pound.Caspass looked like I was generous.
Very worth it.Klein said with both sides of his mouth upturned at the same time.
After paying, he found a seat to sit down, drinking Southwell beer with a strong wheat aroma while enjoying the contest in the boxing ring.
I could fuck both of them at the same time... Klein quickly came to this conclusion.
After more than ten minutes, Caspass returned to the bar, looked around, and lowered his voice:
There agreed.
We passed half an hour later, the storm was on, and I hope you didn't forget that mask.
Klein gave a positive answer to this.
He slowed down his drinking, sipped in small sips, and took half an hour to finish the 500ml large Southwell beer.
It was still the road last time, and it was still the house without lights. Klein wore an iron mask that covered his upper half of his face, watching Caspass knocking on the door rhythmically.
Unlike last time, the knock on the door kept changing Ah... Klein listened carefully for a while and saw the small wooden board on the door open, and his eyes looked out.
After the process of no difference, he put on a hooded robe and hid his entire face in the shadow.
It was still the same living room, or a candle with a swaying light, Klein found a random spot and sat down quietly.
But unlike before, he no longer suppressed and no longer tightened, but instead looked around leisurely.
The cold wind blowing behind his neck made him sure that the bodyguard lady also came in, and no one noticed it.
The members of the party here did not have the strongest men in Sequence 5, and they might not even have the ones in Sequence 6... Klein thought thoughtfully.
After listening for a while, he saw the round-faced pharmacist changing his sitting position, as if he wanted to speak.
Sure enough, the pharmacist, who showed half of his chubby face, quickly raised his hand and said:
The ‘Black Snake’ seemed to die in the sewer…
The wild beasts are still plundering.
Black Snake Dead?Klein was quite shocked when he heard this news.
The Black Snake is the man who sold his listener's relics and made him successfully create the filthy words, suspected to be a member of the Aurora Society.
His strength will not be low, but he actually died in a simple mission to clean the beasts of sewer... Klein frowned in confusion and suddenly remembered something:
That is when he found Zerrel's body, he heard a thudding movement deep in the sewer.
By the time he led Ian over, Zerrel's body had been gnawed off by the strange beast.
It was at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East District, which was quite far from the Beckland Bridge area. I don’t know if it was related... Klein had no urge to verify this matter at all.
The news of the Black Snake's death fermented quickly in the dim living room, attracting many people to whisper, and exuding a bit of empathy.
The pharmacist patted his palm and said:
So, what should I do?
The whispering sound suddenly disappeared, and the room was silent as if it was frozen.
Because the pharmacist was not afraid of offending people's advice last time, Klein thought about it and took the initiative to speak:
If I were you, I think I would give up the remaining herbs and never go there again.
Why?They will mature soon, and the wild beasts hide deep in the sewer and generally will not come out.The pharmacist asked back with a little hesitation.
Klein said in a hoarse voice:
There should be an organization behind the ‘Black Snake’, and his death will inevitably lead to investigation. I think you should not be willing to deal with them, right?
Having the Listener's Relic does not mean that the Black Snake must be a member of the Aurora Society, but his name as the Real Creator indirectly confirms this as a great existence.
Moreover, I would rather believe that this kind of thing is than a lucky attitude.
Um.The pharmacist nodded slightly, as if he had made a decision.
Klein added a few more words:
If it were me, I would also inform the police of this matter anonymously.
What?Many members of the party spoke in shock.
Klein explained in a constant tone:
Since the beasts in the sewer can kill the "black snake", it means that they are very dangerous. Everyone lives in Beckland. If there is any major disaster caused by this, it is difficult to ensure that they will not affect themselves.
So, the best option is to attract the attention of the police and let the official handle the matter.
We can enjoy good results without taking risks, isn’t it great?
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man applauded:
A great idea!We are afraid of the extraordinary official, but we can also use them and don’t think about dealing with everything ourselves.
This is because I am an official extraordinary person, and my thinking is definitely different from those of you pure and wild ones... Klein smiled and whispered.
After speaking, he returned to his bystander, listening to others selling or asking for shopping items and materials, and watching transactions succeed or fail, without anything interested in it.
He has not hanged out the extraordinary materials he needs for the time being, and plans to observe this circle a few more times.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the Eye of Wisdom The old gentleman begins to arrange for people to leave, one person in three minutes.
Klein went out first last time and didn't know what happened next. Now he noticed that there are at least five exits here. The waiter of the Eye of Wisdom will take different people to different passages, try to diverge and extend the time.
More than half an hour later, three party members were left in the living room. In addition to Mr. Eye of Wisdom, the other two were Klein and a man suspected of pharmacist.
Eye of Wisdom Looked at Klein and smiled old:
It seems you have good luck.
He recognized me as the person who bought the black snake's ominous item last time... Klein smiled and said: Yes, I won the bet.
Hearing the two of them, the pharmacist widened his eyes and looked at Klein for a long time. He said:
Do you have other lucky magical items?I've regarded you as a dead person before.
You speak so directly... Klein gave a tactful answer: Maybe I am lucky enough.
In fact, he also wanted to have a similar item.
Eye of Wisdom sighed: Young man, don’t always bet on luck, especially in such things. Even if you have won many times before, as long as you lose once, you will not have a chance to turn the tables.
I know, so I came to this party to see if I could buy useful items. Haha, you and I are the same kind as you.Klein said casually.
similar?The pharmacist sighed exaggeratedly, I should have listened to my teacher!
Teacher... He himself is suspected to be a pharmacist... The pharmacist's paths are mastered by the church and the life school of Mother Earth... The inheritance method of the life school is the master-apprentice system... Klein's heart moved and asked curiously:
Why do you say so?
The pharmacist sighed and said: My teacher asked me to choose the path that makes people lucky enough, but I eventually became a drug-adjusted agent. As a result, I haven't found the next series of potion main materials for two years. Your luck makes me jealous.
Make people lucky enough...it's very similar to the monster's sequence path... It's really a person from the life school Ah... Klein smiled and said:
What is your reason for choosing?
The pharmacist suddenly straightened his back and said:
This is the choice of men!
After knowing that the potion can be prepared to improve that ability, I chose this path without hesitation!
After getting the negative answer, he looked around and whispered to the air:
Is anyone monitoring me today?
After a few seconds of silence, the illusory and erratic voice of the bodyguard suddenly came from behind:
No.
Klein subconsciously looked back, but still couldn't find the figure of the bodyguard.
His attention quickly shifted to the answer, and he couldn't help but say hell in his heart:
MINI didn't put me on the list of suspects at all!
After confirming that Rosago had never looked for me, he completely threw me aside.
Should I feel honored or think I have been insulted?
Yes, a detective who is busy looking for a cat to catch a sex agent can't be related to the assassination of an ambassador of a country and the killing of the top 5 in the Sequence...
Moreover, MINI 9 also monitored me for a while. My panic, my helplessness, and my struggle to save myself were all seen by them, and it was obvious that they could not cause substantial harm to the ambassador...
With a lot of thoughts, Klein wore a half-height silk top hat, carried a black silver cane, walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street, spent 2 Suller, and arrived at the Brave Bar on Ironmen Street in the Beckland Bridge area by taxi carriage.
He entered in a familiar way, walked through the drinkers who were shouting for cheers by the boxing ring, came to the bar and knocked on the table:
A glass of Southwell beer.
The bartender looked up at him and muttered:
Caspas in the card room 3.
Klein smiled and put out five 1pc copper coins and pushed them to the other party.
Then he brought the wooden cup, drank the foamy white and delicate Southwell beer, bypassed the two most crowded, lively and sweaty two athletic platforms, and knocked on the door of the No. 3 card room.
Caspass was playing unlimited Texas with a group of people. The banknotes in front of him were stacked high and the yellow coins were dizzy.
Noting Klein's gaze, the black market weapon merchant with huge scars on his face twitched his big red nose and said casually:
I don’t like to use chips, which makes me feel unreal. It’s the texture of the banknotes and the weight of the coins that make people intoxicated, and it’s as enjoyable as fucking a woman!
After muttering this sentence, Caspass frowned slightly:
What are you doing?
Klein did not answer directly, and pointed out to the outside and said.
Damn it!I want to clear theirs this!Shit, I won’t follow!Caspas threw the two cards in front of him into the middle, then limped to the door and said to Klein, you better have enough reason!
After leaving the card room and coming to the corner, Klein lowered his voice and said:
I wonder when the recent party was the same as the last time.
Caspass looked at him suspiciously: Didn’t Marichi negotiate with you?
It’s not about hiring a bodyguard, it’s about me who, hehe, you know, I’m very interested.Klein said all the truth.
Caspass hesitated and said:
There is a party tonight, and the organizer is the last time, but you need to wait for more than half an hour. I will go and notify them first. You showed your credibility last time, and I don’t think there is any big problem.
No problem, I will pay you.Klein touched the bills in his lower pocket.
This time it costs only 1 pound.Caspass looked like I was generous.
Very worth it.Klein said with both sides of his mouth upturned at the same time.
After paying, he found a seat to sit down, drinking Southwell beer with a strong wheat aroma while enjoying the contest in the boxing ring.
I could fuck both of them at the same time... Klein quickly came to this conclusion.
After more than ten minutes, Caspass returned to the bar, looked around, and lowered his voice:
There agreed.
We passed half an hour later, the storm was on, and I hope you didn't forget that mask.
Klein gave a positive answer to this.
He slowed down his drinking, sipped in small sips, and took half an hour to finish the 500ml large Southwell beer.
It was still the road last time, and it was still the house without lights. Klein wore an iron mask that covered his upper half of his face, watching Caspass knocking on the door rhythmically.
Unlike last time, the knock on the door kept changing Ah... Klein listened carefully for a while and saw the small wooden board on the door open, and his eyes looked out.
After the process of no difference, he put on a hooded robe and hid his entire face in the shadow.
It was still the same living room, or a candle with a swaying light, Klein found a random spot and sat down quietly.
But unlike before, he no longer suppressed and no longer tightened, but instead looked around leisurely.
The cold wind blowing behind his neck made him sure that the bodyguard lady also came in, and no one noticed it.
The members of the party here did not have the strongest men in Sequence 5, and they might not even have the ones in Sequence 6... Klein thought thoughtfully.
After listening for a while, he saw the round-faced pharmacist changing his sitting position, as if he wanted to speak.
Sure enough, the pharmacist, who showed half of his chubby face, quickly raised his hand and said:
The ‘Black Snake’ seemed to die in the sewer…
The wild beasts are still plundering.
Black Snake Dead?Klein was quite shocked when he heard this news.
The Black Snake is the man who sold his listener's relics and made him successfully create the filthy words, suspected to be a member of the Aurora Society.
His strength will not be low, but he actually died in a simple mission to clean the beasts of sewer... Klein frowned in confusion and suddenly remembered something:
That is when he found Zerrel's body, he heard a thudding movement deep in the sewer.
By the time he led Ian over, Zerrel's body had been gnawed off by the strange beast.
It was at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East District, which was quite far from the Beckland Bridge area. I don’t know if it was related... Klein had no urge to verify this matter at all.
The news of the Black Snake's death fermented quickly in the dim living room, attracting many people to whisper, and exuding a bit of empathy.
The pharmacist patted his palm and said:
So, what should I do?
The whispering sound suddenly disappeared, and the room was silent as if it was frozen.
Because the pharmacist was not afraid of offending people's advice last time, Klein thought about it and took the initiative to speak:
If I were you, I think I would give up the remaining herbs and never go there again.
Why?They will mature soon, and the wild beasts hide deep in the sewer and generally will not come out.The pharmacist asked back with a little hesitation.
Klein said in a hoarse voice:
There should be an organization behind the ‘Black Snake’, and his death will inevitably lead to investigation. I think you should not be willing to deal with them, right?
Having the Listener's Relic does not mean that the Black Snake must be a member of the Aurora Society, but his name as the Real Creator indirectly confirms this as a great existence.
Moreover, I would rather believe that this kind of thing is than a lucky attitude.
Um.The pharmacist nodded slightly, as if he had made a decision.
Klein added a few more words:
If it were me, I would also inform the police of this matter anonymously.
What?Many members of the party spoke in shock.
Klein explained in a constant tone:
Since the beasts in the sewer can kill the "black snake", it means that they are very dangerous. Everyone lives in Beckland. If there is any major disaster caused by this, it is difficult to ensure that they will not affect themselves.
So, the best option is to attract the attention of the police and let the official handle the matter.
We can enjoy good results without taking risks, isn’t it great?
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man applauded:
A great idea!We are afraid of the extraordinary official, but we can also use them and don’t think about dealing with everything ourselves.
This is because I am an official extraordinary person, and my thinking is definitely different from those of you pure and wild ones... Klein smiled and whispered.
After speaking, he returned to his bystander, listening to others selling or asking for shopping items and materials, and watching transactions succeed or fail, without anything interested in it.
He has not hanged out the extraordinary materials he needs for the time being, and plans to observe this circle a few more times.
Time passes by minute by minute, and the Eye of Wisdom The old gentleman begins to arrange for people to leave, one person in three minutes.
Klein went out first last time and didn't know what happened next. Now he noticed that there are at least five exits here. The waiter of the Eye of Wisdom will take different people to different passages, try to diverge and extend the time.
More than half an hour later, three party members were left in the living room. In addition to Mr. Eye of Wisdom, the other two were Klein and a man suspected of pharmacist.
Eye of Wisdom Looked at Klein and smiled old:
It seems you have good luck.
He recognized me as the person who bought the black snake's ominous item last time... Klein smiled and said: Yes, I won the bet.
Hearing the two of them, the pharmacist widened his eyes and looked at Klein for a long time. He said:
Do you have other lucky magical items?I've regarded you as a dead person before.
You speak so directly... Klein gave a tactful answer: Maybe I am lucky enough.
In fact, he also wanted to have a similar item.
Eye of Wisdom sighed: Young man, don’t always bet on luck, especially in such things. Even if you have won many times before, as long as you lose once, you will not have a chance to turn the tables.
I know, so I came to this party to see if I could buy useful items. Haha, you and I are the same kind as you.Klein said casually.
similar?The pharmacist sighed exaggeratedly, I should have listened to my teacher!
Teacher... He himself is suspected to be a pharmacist... The pharmacist's paths are mastered by the church and the life school of Mother Earth... The inheritance method of the life school is the master-apprentice system... Klein's heart moved and asked curiously:
Why do you say so?
The pharmacist sighed and said: My teacher asked me to choose the path that makes people lucky enough, but I eventually became a drug-adjusted agent. As a result, I haven't found the next series of potion main materials for two years. Your luck makes me jealous.
Make people lucky enough...it's very similar to the monster's sequence path... It's really a person from the life school Ah... Klein smiled and said:
What is your reason for choosing?
The pharmacist suddenly straightened his back and said:
This is the choice of men!
After knowing that the potion can be prepared to improve that ability, I chose this path without hesitation!
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