Chapter 43 Goodbye Pharmacist

Before going out, Klein tossed a coin casually and asked if it would be unfavorable to go to the "Brave Bar" today.

After getting a negative answer, he looked around and whispered into the air:

"Is someone monitoring me today?"

After a few seconds of silence, Miss Bodyguard's illusory voice suddenly came from behind him:

"No."

Klein subconsciously looked back, but still couldn't find Miss Bodyguard.

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

MI9 didn't put me on the suspect list at all!

After confirming that Rosago had never looked for me, he completely threw me aside.

Should I feel honored, or should I feel insulted?

That's right, a detective who is busy looking for cats and rapists can't be related to assassinating a country's ambassador, killing a Sequence 5 powerhouse, etc...

Moreover, MI9 also monitored me more or less for a while. My panic, my helplessness, and my struggling to save myself were all seen by them, and it was obvious that they could not cause substantial harm to the ambassador...

Amidst his thoughts, Klein put on a half-height silk top hat, put on a black silver-inlaid cane, and walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street. After spending 2 soli, he took a rented carriage to the "Brave" on Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area. or bar".

He entered the room familiarly, passed through the drinkers around the boxing ring and shouted for cheers, came to the bar, and knocked on the table:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

The bartender looked up at him and muttered:

"Kaspers is in card room number three."

Klein smiled, put out five 1-penny copper coins, and pushed them to the other party.

Then, he put on the wooden cup, drank the white and fine foam Southwell beer, bypassed the two most crowded, lively and sweaty arenas, and knocked on the door of No. 3 card room.

Kaspers was playing no-limit hold'em with a bunch of guys, stacks of banknotes piled high in front of him, and yellow coins dazzled.

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

"I don't like to use chips, it makes me feel unreal, or the texture of banknotes and the weight of coins are intoxicating, as good as fucking a woman!"

After muttering this sentence, Caspers frowned slightly:

"What are you doing again?"

Klein didn't answer directly, but nuzui gestured to speak outside.

"Damn! I'm going to empty them out! Shit, 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 better have a good reason!"

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

"I'd like to know when the last party was. It's the same as last time."

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

"It's not about hiring a bodyguard. It's because I'm interested in that kind of, hehe, you know." Klein said the whole truth.

Kaspers hesitated and said:

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

"No problem, I will pay you." Klein touched the money in his pocket.

"It's only 1 pound this time." Caspers said I was very generous.

"It's worth it." The corners of Klein's mouth turned up at the same time.

After paying the fee, he found a seat and sat down, drinking Southwell beer with strong wheat fragrance, while admiring the contest in the boxing ring.

"I can put them both down at the same time..." Klein quickly came to such a conclusion.

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

"That side agreed."

"We'll be there in half an hour, the storm is up, I hope you haven't forgotten that mask."

To this, Klein gave an affirmative answer.

He slowed down the speed of drinking, sipping small sips, and it took half an hour to finish the 500ml mug of Southwell beer.

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

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

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

It was still the same living room, with a dimly flickering candle. Klein found a random place and sat down quietly.

But unlike before, this time he was no longer depressed, no longer tense, but looked around leisurely.

——The cold wind blowing to the back of his neck made him sure that Miss Bodyguard also came in, and no one noticed.

As expected, there are no strong Sequence 5 members in the gathering here, and maybe not even Sequence 6... Klein thought thoughtfully.

After listening for a while, he saw that the "pharmacist" with a round face changed his sitting posture, as if he wanted to speak.

Sure enough, the pharmacist who showed half of his chubby face quickly raised his hands and said:

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

"Those beasts are still raging."

"Black Snake" is dead? Hearing this news, Klein was quite surprised.

"Black Snake" is the man who sold him the relic of "The Listener" and let him "successfully" make "Foul Words". He is suspected to be a member of the Aurora Society.

His strength is not low, and he actually died in the simple task of cleaning up the sewer beast... Klein frowned in doubt, and suddenly remembered something:

That was when he found Zreal's body, he heard a thumping sound deep in the sewer.

By the time he led Ian over, Zreal's body had already been chewed off by strange beasts.

It was at the bottom of Tietan Street in the East District, quite far away from the Backlund Bridge area. I don't know if it is related... Klein has no urge to verify this matter at all.

The news of "Black Snake"'s death spread rapidly in the dark living room, attracting many people to whisper, exaggerating a bit of sympathetic fear.

The pharmacist clapped his hands and said:

"So, what should I do?"

The whispering sound disappeared suddenly, and the silence in the room seemed to freeze.

Because the pharmacist was not afraid of offending people's admonition last time, Klein thought about it, and took the initiative to say:

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

"Why? They will mature soon. Those beasts hide in the depths of the sewers and usually won't come out." The pharmacist asked hesitantly.

Klein said in a hoarse voice on purpose:

"There should be an organization behind the 'Black Snake'. His death will inevitably lead to investigation. I think you are unwilling to deal with them?"

Possessing the "Listener" relic does not mean that "Black Snake" must be a member of the Aurora Society, but his calling the "True Creator" as a great existence confirms this point.

Moreover, this kind of thing would rather believe that it is true than take chances.

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

Klein added a few more words:

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

"What?" Many party members exclaimed in shock.

Klein explained without changing his tone:

"Since the beasts in the sewer can kill the 'Black Snake', it means that they are very dangerous, and everyone lives in Backlund. If it really causes a big disaster, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not affect itself."

"So, the best option is to bring this to the attention of the police and let the authorities deal with it."

"Isn't it great that we can enjoy good results without taking risks?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" applauded:

"A great idea! We are afraid of the official Extraordinary, but we can also use them, and don't think about handling everything by ourselves."

This is because I was born as an official Extraordinary, and my way of thinking is definitely different from that of pure wild ones like yours... Klein sneered.

After speaking, he returned to a spectatorial attitude, listening to others selling or begging for goods and materials, and seeing the success or failure of a series of transactions, but there was nothing he was interested in.

For the time being, he didn't list the types of Extraordinary materials he needed, and planned to observe this circle a few more times.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the old man "Eye of Wisdom" began to arrange for people to leave, one every three minutes.

Klein was the first to go out last time. He didn't know what happened next, but now he noticed that there are at least five exits here. The waiters of the "Eye of Wisdom" will lead different people through different passages, and divert as much as possible to extend the time.

Half an hour later, there were three party members left in the living room. Except for the old man "Eye of Wisdom", the other two were Klein and the man who seemed to be a pharmacist.

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

"It seems that you are 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."

Hearing the conversation between the two, the pharmacist widened his eyes, looked at Klein, and said after a long time:

"Do you have another magical item of luck? I have already regarded you as a dead person before."

You are so straightforward... Klein replied tactfully: "Perhaps I am lucky enough."

In fact, he would also like to have a similar item.

The "Eye of Wisdom" sighed: "Young man, don't always gamble on luck, especially in this kind of thing, even if you have won many times before, as long as you lose once, there is no chance of a comeback."

"I know, that's why I came to this party to see if I can buy useful items. Heh, I'm in the same category as you." Klein said casually.

"Same kind?" Pharmacist exaggeratedly sighed, "I should have listened to my teacher back then!"

Teacher... He himself is suspected of being a "pharmacist"... The path of "pharmacist" is controlled by the Church of the Mother Earth and the Life School respectively... The inheritance method of the Life School 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 asked me to choose the path that can make people lucky enough, but I finally became a medicine dispenser. As a result, I haven't found the next sequence for two years. The main ingredient of the potion, your luck makes me jealous."

Make people lucky enough... This is very similar to the "monster" sequence path... He is really a person of the life school... Klein smiled and said:

"What is your reason for choosing?"

The pharmacist straightened his back suddenly and said:

"It's a man's choice!"

"After knowing that potions can be prepared to enhance that ability, I chose this path without hesitation!"

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