The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 329's

Backlund Bridge Area, Bravehearts Bar.

Klein pressed the hat on his head, carefully protecting the wallet in the inner pocket of his workers' jackets that were grayish blue. He walked around the customers surrounding the boxing ring and headed towards the bar.

On the way, he looked around and did not see the black market arms dealer, Kalinin Caspars.

He played cards or played 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 it might match his taste.

At least it's better than pure malt beer.

The bartender raised his head and glanced at him.

"Which two alcohols do you want to mix? Different options, different prices."

"The typical; the typical will succeed." The last time he saw someone drink it, the person had used the worst quality alcohol. The entire Half and Half glass was only worth two and a half pence.

"Four half pence." The bartender watched as Klein arranged the brass coins in the bar and then re-mixed. He said in passing, "You're here for the Kaspars? He's not here anymore; his business has been taken."

"Huh?" Klein did not expect such an answer.

Before the bartender could reply, a man with a protruding mouth next to him laughed and said, "Yes, we've expelled the Kaspars!

"Heh, how could a crippled old man like him do such business?

"If you have something you need, don't hesitate to come to us. Find our boss."

Gang war? Klein subconsciously came up with this idea, wanting to reject the man's suggestion.

However, he immediately thought of another possibility.

Could the Rose Thought School be deliberately looking for a gang to pressure the Caspars to force Maric and Miss Sharron to jump into a trap?

Yeah, it's very possible. Caspars has long worked here as a black market arms dealer; he is definitely not someone who can be thrown out for granted. Just a moment ago, due to a series of assassinations, the atmosphere throughout Backlund was rather tense, and the Rose School of Thought or any other hidden faction would not dare to recklessly kill and use spirit mediums on Maric and Miss Sharron, even if they found them. This will result in a lot of bloodshed, and as they clearly only have a few suspects, and cannot be sure anyone else has a way to contact Miss Sharron and Maric for now… Klein swallowed the words he was about to say and instead asked, "Can I get an offer first before deciding whether to buy?"

He planned to observe a faction consisting of ordinary people who had taken over the black market Bravehearts Bar. If he found a problem, then he could use it as an aid to give to the Kaspars, Sharron, and Maric.

After all, Klein did not want any conflict. He only planned to observe through the normal process, so there was no risk.

"Yes, the only condition is.." The man made a zipper gesture with his hand in front of his protruding mouth.

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

Without any intention to waste it, he tilted his head and drank it. His eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

It's not what I thought it was. His spirit was too heavy, his wine was too light.Klein put down his glass and followed the man to the third billiard room where the Kaspars used to live.

As he was about to reach the door, he suddenly thought of something.

As someone who doesn't know much, even I can guess that this is a trap. I wonder if Miss Sharron and Maric who have been hunted for so long know about it? They certainly won't show up…

However, the Kaspars know more than one Beyonder. She has connections with several different circles of Beyonders, and she may be able to get another maid. That'll complicate matters.

At that moment, the man with a protruding mouth stopped at the doorway of the billiard room, and the disturbed Klein almost hit him.

He pointed inside and said, "Don't talk nonsense later. Our boss doesn't have a good temperament.

"Everyone in the Backlund Bridge and East Borough area knows this."

"Good." Klein nodded.

Satisfied, the man with the protruding mouth turned around and pushed open the door of the billiard room.

As the door opened, Klein saw a figure hanging in the air, swaying gently.

It was a burly man with a full beard. There was a rope tied around his neck, a rope tied in a dead knot.

His feet were off the ground, the tip of his tongue was protruding out, and his face was purple. He had a contorted expression.

"Boss ..." the man with the protruding mouth shouted in disbelief.

As soon as the tension in the Backlund atmosphere disappeared, someone took action. Klein tilted his head and glanced towards his subordinates, he then earnestly drew the triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest.

"May he find peace with the Gods.

"i hope his emotions heal as a result."

The man with the protruding mouth did not even hear what he said. He suddenly shouted, "Boss!

"Murder!

"The boss is dead!"

Klein took two steps back because of that loud and shrill voice, and he also activated his Spirit Vision to look into the room. There was nothing special but billiard balls scattered everywhere.

He glanced at the Bar Bravehearts kitchen and, with some thought, left and familiarly passed the back door.

As soon as he opened the not-so-heavy wooden door, Klein felt a cold wind blowing towards him which made him shiver.

And in the midst of the cold wind there was a faint smell of blood.

He listened for a moment but saw nothing. He took out his coin and flicked it.

The sound of landing was cut off by the wind, and Klein stared at the copper coin in his palm, making sure that it was the head.

Putting down the coin, he carefully walked forward, heading in the direction commanded by his spiritual perception.

He walked to a dark corner where there was no illumination from the street lights. The smell of blood suddenly became stronger.

With the help of the weak moonlight that pierced through the clouds, Klein nearly gasped when he saw what was in front of him.

The floor here was filled with bloody thighs, calves, boots, ribs, heart, arms, eyeballs, and other human parts. On the wall hangs a portion of the pale red intestine. The background is a large patch of bright red with milky white markings.

Seeing this, Klein felt like he was looking at a slaughterhouse, a slaughterhouse specially prepared for humans.

Was the assassin afraid that the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and the others were too idle? This was so exaggerated that the police would immediately hand the case over to them. Klein muttered in his mind to hold back the discomfort caused by the scene.

He walked around the blood and approached the opposite wall. To his surprise, there were quite a few deep scratches.

It was like a thick and sharp claw that forcefully scratched a mark!

His claws were similar to those of a Demon dog after his transformation. Could there be another one? Maybe not dead yet? No, no, no, I know what happened. Klein suddenly realized.

The late Beyonder must have killed the leader of the bar gang. He was finished off by a faction that had set a trap…

According to Little Sun's description, I had always suspected that the faction was the Rose Thought Stream because they understood the Prisoner's path, which was also a mutant path.

And one kind of mutant is a werewolf!

This is in line with the TKP trail in front of him.

It also indirectly proves that Miss Sharron and Maric are defectors from the Rose School of Thought…

Klein calmly retreated from the scene, step by step.

During this process, he confirmed that no Beyonder characteristics existed. Of course, it might not have appeared yet.

Then he turned around and walked towards another path, intending to ask someone to tell the police, so that such a scene would not scare the commoners and make them suspect that the Backlund had been infiltrated by a savage beast.

Since he did not want to get into trouble due to greed, Klein did not wait for the possibility of the appearance of Beyonder characteristics.

Just as he reached the end of the alley, he suddenly saw a brown carriage slowly approaching at night.

The train does not move forward like other trains. Instead, it stopped right in front of Klein!

Klein narrowed his eyes as he prepared for battle. However, whether it was his spiritual intuition as a Diviner or the fighting instinct of a Clown, none of them gave him any warning.

At this moment, the window of the carriage opened, revealing a pale face that showed a hint of madness to him. His brown eyes seemed to hide a deep hatred.

Maric. Klein recognized her.

It's Maric, Miss Sharron's companion who controls zombies!

He was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest, and he did not seem to be afraid of the cold at all. He gestured for Klein to board the car.

For a moment Klein hesitated, wanting to use his spirit pendulum to divulge in that place as well.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Maric. She was wearing an elaborate black regal dress and a soft little hat. It was a blonde-haired Miss Sharron with blue eyes.

He could easily hurt me if he wanted to. He could directly come out of the wall behind me. Klein thought for a moment, then he casually took two steps forward. He opened the door of the carriage and watched.

After he sat down, the carriage started to move slowly. It is not known where the destination is.

"Why did you come here?" Sharron asked simply.

Klein replied honestly, "i want to contact both of you and ask if you have any books on mysticism. It would be better if they discussed it in depth. As you know, I have no such knowledge."

Maric continued to look with hateful eyes as he said in a slightly hoarse and low voice, "We have a lot of knowledge about mysticism, like the Shaman King Klarman Secret Book, but what can you use to exchange it for? "

Shaman King? Which Path and Order is it? As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein considered his tone and said, "I can trade it for a gold pound.

"Do you need anything else?"

Sharron who was pale, but looked very beautiful looked at her and replied calmly, "Please.

"We'll use your help as barter."