Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

A day without commissions isn't worth building a fire at home, and best of all, the food at Cragg's Club is good and free.

Klein hung out at the Cragg Club all day, and went to the Brave Bar to find Kaspers in the evening.

The agent who charged him three pounds for only taking him twice did not treat Klein friendly.

When Klein mentioned Maric, he clearly felt that someone was staring at him.

Based on the idea that more things are worse than less things, Klein was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a strange person.

He has an obvious Intisian appearance, and he doesn't cover up too much. He seems to be inquiring about something with the bartender.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man taking out a portrait and showing it to the bartender, who shook his head perfunctorily.

It was an unpainted sketch, and in Clay's spiritual intuition, it was a portrait of a man, wearing a gorgeous noble court robe, with a handsome face and outstanding temperament.

Klein suddenly recalled the previous dream, the side of that earth-shattering battle.

Are the two evil spirits out of trouble? It only took a few days to cause a serious impact, which led to an investigation by officials?

No, this man is obviously not from Loen, that's not what the official investigation asked. The bartender obviously knew something, but he didn't want to say more because of some reasons.

Shall I ask Kaspers about it?

Knowing more information is conducive to the exploration of underground relics.

I have to find an opportunity to tell Miss Bodyguard that I won't investigate it myself. I have a Sequence Eight, so let's follow up on the progress of the investigation into the Pound family.

Just when he was about to leave directly, a voice suddenly came out from his pocket:

"Follow up and have a look."

Besides MI9, is there anyone else investigating me? Wang Zichuan was quite surprised.

Klein didn't really want to go.

He always felt that this kind of accidental unfolding would bring endless troubles, just like Ian's commission of five pounds, if it was all commissions of catching rape, it would be fine.

"Ten pounds, investigate the identity of that person."

The man also sensed the abnormality of the bartender. He smiled, took out ten soli and put it on the bar, and pushed it to the bartender.

The bartender looked around and whispered, "This man has a reward."

"What I want to ask is other, undisclosed information."

The bartender glanced at him, put away the money on the bar, and signaled to him that there was an extra charge.

The man smiled again, took out a pound and put it on the bar.

The bartender turned and poured a glass of Southwell beer, and continued:

"He is related to another woman named Joanna who was put on a bounty, and that woman is said to have fled after fighting with someone from the Special Operations Department of the National Police Agency."

"Is there any more?"

"That's all, there's not much news about him."

The man stared at the bartender for a while, reached out and pushed the beer back, and said, "Please."

Watching the man leave, the bartender muttered, "Where did you come from?" Then he picked up the beer and drank it down.

Klein sat down in the distance, pretending to be waiting for a drink, listening attentively, while thinking about how to follow up for a while.

He didn't have much confidence in his tracking skills. Back then in Tingen, he still learned the tracking and surveillance skills from Leonard and Frye, but it didn't take long for him to learn...

You still have to give full play to your strengths and work hard on divination.

Or is it a way to accidentally bump into him and give him something?

Probably not, if he was a Extraordinary, I might be caught red-handed.

Just when he got up and was about to follow, in his spiritual vision, the bartender's aura was becoming more and more strange, and a steady stream of black gushed out from his stomach and spread to his whole body.

Poisoned? No, is it a curse?

The bartender didn't feel anything and continued to entertain the guests.

Klein stopped for a moment, then turned around and went back to find Kaspers who had already changed a glass of wine. He went over and patted Kaspers on the shoulder, and said with a natural expression:

"I changed my mind again, I'll be counted in Texas at night."

Kaspers was stunned for a moment. As a black market weapon dealer, a broker, or the spokesperson of some special people, Kaspers has a very high level of reading comprehension of words and expressions and meanings outside the dialogue, so he immediately understood The meaning of the other party.

The eyes that had glanced at Klein before came back again, and Kaspers immediately answered with a smile:

"I knew you would want to join in."

The two had a lively discussion about the possible or non-existent hand of the evening.

Staring at this side eased, Klein looked for a gap, and said quickly and in a very low voice:

"The bartender has been affected by the Extraordinary's ability, you can either find Maric and the others to solve it immediately, or call the police now."

This sentence is hidden in the loud discussion, no one can notice without listening to it.

After smoothly ending the conversation with Kaspers about the game, Klein directly exited the Bar of the Brave.

The man who had inquired with the bartender before did not know where he had gone.

Klein felt a little regretful, and whispered to himself.

"There is no clue, and I don't know if he will go to other bars to collect information."

"He can't run, go back."

"Then entrust..."

...

Wednesday night, Mr. Wisdom Eye's party.

Klein sold the two low-sequence potion formulas of the Songwriter path he had mastered in exchange for the weapons Little Sun needed, and he only had 40 pounds left.

The money for the other main material has not been settled yet, so we can only wait for the bounty from Miss Justice.

I always feel that the magic lamp knows the formula of those two potions, but it just won't sell it to me.

After getting Miss Justice's information about the ruined nobles, Klein decided to visit the baron's mansion at night.

Baron Rafter Pound did not live in a luxurious mansion. In this relatively simple house in Queens, he didn't even see a servant or a maid. This also made things easier for Klein.

After appreciating the performance of the somewhat crazy and neurotic playboy actor Rafter using extraordinary means, Klein confirmed that the evil spirits in the underground building are not simple. After divination above the gray fog, he planned to buy some explosives to directly blow up the entrance.

Just when he was about to rest, the magic lamp suddenly said to Klein:

"You'd better not delve into the matter in that underground building."

Klein's heart moved, and he asked:

"You know something about that building?"

"That's where Alista Tudor became the Blood Emperor."

become? Blood Emperor?

Klein's heart surged, and he walked to the sofa again, sat down, and stared at the magic lamp seriously.

"The evil spirits there will definitely come out, which even the church can't stop, because someone needs him to appear."

Klein had long ago decided not to investigate in depth at this stage. After hearing the warning from the magic lamp, he didn't feel resigned, but he planned to take the opportunity to learn more about the hidden history.

"What was the identity of the evil spirit there?"

"They are Medici, Sauron, and Einhorn."

Three people, right?

Klein sorted out his thoughts and continued to ask questions:

"However, I was infected by the breath of evil spirits. At night, I dreamed that two figures were fighting, not three."

"And today at the Bar of the Brave, the portrait in the hands of the person you asked me to investigate is exactly one of them."

"You should ask about the potion formula."

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