Before leaving, Klein casually flipped a coin and asked if today was a bad day to go to the Brave Bar.

After receiving a negative answer, he looked around and whispered to the air:

“Is anyone monitoring me today?”

After a few seconds of silence, the bodyguard's vague voice suddenly came from behind him:

"No."

Klein subconsciously looked back, but still could not find the bodyguard.

His attention quickly shifted to the answer, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart:

MI9 didn't even put me on the suspect list!

After confirming that Rosago had never contacted me, he completely ignored me.

Should I feel honored or insulted?

That’s right, a detective who is busy looking for cats and catching cheating can’t be connected to assassinating an ambassador of a country or killing a Sequence 5 strongman...

Moreover, MI9 also monitored me for a while. My panic, my helplessness, and my efforts to save myself were all seen by them. Obviously, they could not cause any substantial harm to the ambassador...

As his thoughts raced, Klein put on his half-high silk hat, picked up his black silver-studded cane, and walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street. He spent 2 soli and took a cab to the "Brave Bar" on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

He walked in familiarly, passed the drinkers cheering for him around 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:

"Caspers is in card room 3."

Klein smiled, laid out five one-penny copper coins, and pushed them to the other party.

Then, he picked up a wooden cup, drank the foamy, white and delicate Southwell beer, walked around the two most crowded, lively and sweaty arenas, and knocked on the door of card room No. 3.

Caspers was playing unlimited Texas Hold'em with a group of people. The banknotes in front of him were stacked high and the yellow coins were dizzying.

Noticing Klein's gaze, the black market weapons dealer with a huge scar on his face opened his big red nose and said casually:

"I don't like using chips, it makes me feel unreal, the texture of banknotes and the weight of coins are intoxicating, just like having sex with a woman!"

After muttering this, Kaspers frowned slightly:

"What are you doing here again?"

Klein didn't answer directly, but pursed his lips to indicate that they should talk outside.

“Damn it! I’m going to clear them out this time! Bullshit, I won’t follow!” Caspers threw the two cards in front of him into the middle, then limped to the door and said to Klein, “You’d better have a good reason!”

After leaving the card room and coming to a corner, Klein lowered his voice and said:

"I want to know when the next party is, the same kind as the last one."

Kaspers looked at him suspiciously: "Didn't Maric talk to you about this?"

"It's not about hiring a bodyguard. It's just that I've become very interested in that kind of thing, haha, you know." Klein spoke the truth.

Caspers hesitated and said:

"There's a party tonight, and the organizer is the same person as last time, but you need to wait for more than half an hour. I'll go over and inform them first. You showed your credibility last time, so I don't think it will be a problem."

“No problem. I’ll pay you.” Klein touched the bills in his pocket.

"Only 1 pound this time." Kaspers said, as if I was being generous.

“It’s worth it.” Klein said with both corners of his mouth curled up at the same time.

After paying the fee, he found a seat and sat down, drinking the malty Southwell beer while watching the fight on the boxing ring.

“I can take them both down at the same time…” Klein quickly came to this conclusion.

After more than ten minutes, Caspers returned to the bar, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"They agreed."

"We'll be there in half an hour. There's a storm. I hope you haven't forgotten the mask."

Klein responded in the affirmative.

He slowed down his drinking, taking small sips at a time, and it took him half an hour to finish a 500ml mug of Southwell beer.

It was still the same road as last time, and it was still the same house without any lights. Klein put on the iron mask that only covered the upper half of his face and watched Caspers knock on the door rhythmically.

Unlike last time, the knocking sound kept changing... Klein listened carefully for a while and saw the small wooden board on the door open and a pair of eyes looking out.

After the same routine, he put on a hooded robe and hid his entire face in the shadows.

It was still the same living room, and there was still a flickering candle with dim light. Klein found a seat at random and sat down quietly.

But unlike before, this time he was no longer suppressed or tense. Instead, he looked around leisurely.

——The chill wind blowing on the back of his neck made him sure that the bodyguard had also followed him in without anyone noticing.

There really aren’t any Sequence 5 experts among the gathering here, and there might not even be any Sequence 6 experts… Klein thought thoughtfully.

After listening for a while, he saw that the "pharmacist" with a round face changed his sitting position and seemed to want to speak.

Sure enough, the pharmacist, revealing half of his chubby face, quickly raised his hand and said:

"'Black Snake' seems to have died in the sewer..."

"Those beasts are still rampaging."

Black Snake is dead? Klein was quite shocked to hear this news.

"Black Snake" is the man who sold him the "Listener" relic, allowing him to "successfully" create the "Filthy Words". He is suspected to be a member of the Aurora Society.

His strength was not low, but he died in a simple task of clearing the beasts in the sewer... Klein frowned in confusion and suddenly remembered something:

That was when he found Zreal's body and heard a "dong dong dong" sound deep in the sewer.

By the time he led Ian over, Zreal's body had been partially eaten by a strange beast.

That was at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East District, quite far away from the Backlund Bridge area. I wonder if there was any connection... Klein had absolutely no urge to verify this matter.

The news of "Black Snake's" death quickly spread in the dim living room, causing many people to whisper and exaggerate a sense of empathy and fear.

The pharmacist clapped his hands and said:

"So, what should I do?"

The whispering sound suddenly disappeared, and the room became silent as if frozen.

Because of the pharmacist's last advice not to offend people, Klein thought about it and took the initiative to speak:

"If I were you, I think I'd give up the rest of the herbs and never go there again."

"Why? They will mature soon, and those wild beasts hide deep in the sewers and generally won't come out." The pharmacist asked hesitantly.

Klein deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice:

"There should be an organization behind Black Snake. His death will inevitably lead to an investigation. I guess you don't want to deal with them, right?"

Possessing the "Listener" relic does not mean that "Black Snake" must be a member of the Aurora Society, but the fact that he calls the "True Creator" a great existence indirectly confirms this.

Moreover, it is better to believe that this kind of thing is true than to take chances.

"Hmm." The pharmacist nodded slightly, as if he had made a decision.

Klein added a few more words:

"If it were me, I would also report this to the police anonymously."

"What?" Many party members exclaimed in surprise.

Klein explained without changing his tone:

"Since the beasts in the sewers can kill Black Snake, it means they are very dangerous. We all live in Backlund. If a major disaster really occurs, it will be difficult to guarantee that we will not be affected."

"So the best option is to bring it to the attention of the police and let the authorities handle the matter."

“Isn’t it great that we can enjoy good results without taking risks?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old gentleman, Eyes of Wisdom, applauded and said:

"That's a great idea! We are afraid of the official Beyonders, but we can also use them. We don't have to handle everything ourselves."

This is because I am an official Beyonder, and my thinking is definitely different from you who are purely wild... Klein said with a smile.

After speaking, he returned to being a bystander, listening to others selling or buying items and materials, watching transactions succeed or fail, but there was nothing that interested him.

He did not list the types of extraordinary materials he needed for the time being, and planned to observe this circle a few more times.

As time passed, the old man with "Eyes of Wisdom" began to arrange for people to leave, one person every three minutes.

Klein was the first one to go out last time and didn't know what happened next. He only noticed now that there were at least five exits here. The waiters of the Eye of Wisdom would take different people through different passages, trying to divert them as much as possible to extend the time.

More than half an hour later, there were three party members left in the living room. In addition to the old man "Eyes of Wisdom", the other two were Klein and the man who looked like a pharmacist.

The Eye of Wisdom looked at Klein and said with a smile in an old voice:

"Looks like you're lucky."

He recognized me as the person who bought the ominous item "Black Snake" last time... Klein smiled and said, "Yes, I won the bet."

After hearing the conversation between the two, the pharmacist's eyes widened and he looked at Klein for a long time before he said:

"Do you have any other magical items that can bring luck? I thought you were dead before."

You're so straightforward... Klein answered tactfully, "Maybe I'm lucky enough."

In fact, he also wanted to have a similar item.

The Eye of Wisdom sighed and said, "Young man, don't always rely on your luck, especially in this kind of thing. Even if you have won many times before, as long as you lose once, you will have no chance to turn the tables."

"I know. That's why I came to this party to see if I can buy any useful items. Haha, you and I are the same kind." Klein said casually.

"The same kind?" The pharmacist sighed exaggeratedly, "I should have listened to my teacher in the beginning!"

Teacher... He himself is suspected to be a "pharmacist"... The "pharmacist" path is mastered by the Church of Mother Earth and the School of Life... The inheritance method of the School of Life is the master-apprentice system... Klein's heart moved, and he asked curiously:

"Why do you say that?"

The pharmacist sighed and said, "My teacher told me to choose the path that would make me lucky enough, but I ended up becoming a potion mixer. As a result, I haven't found the main ingredients for the next sequence of potions in two whole years. I'm jealous of your luck."

Making people lucky enough... This is very similar to the sequence pathway of "Monster"... He is really a person of the School of Life... Klein smiled and said:

"What is the reason for your choice?"

The pharmacist suddenly straightened his back and said:

“It’s a man’s choice!”

"After I knew that I could mix a potion that could improve that ability, I chose this path without hesitation!"