Chapter 240 Unsettled Night

Because "Silver Coin Viper" Odell is not a pirate, it is difficult to tell whether the various rumors about him are true or not. Klein withdrew his gaze from the stairs, walked to the bar, found a seat and sat down, tapped on the table and said. :

"A glass of Zarha. 【wWw., Xin, Si, Road, Chinese, Chinese, Net,】"

This is a local malt beer, which is much cheaper than the South Wales beer that needs to be shipped from the North Continent.

"3 pence." The bartender also recovered from the quiet state, and picked up an upside-down glass.

Everyone in the bar also started whispering, discussing why "Silver Coin Viper" Odell bought ten tickets under the light of gas wall lamps.

"He must be being tracked, ten tickets for three ships, just so that the trackers can't figure out which one they will get on!" A gang member with a tattoo on his sleeve rolled up his arm according to his experience of absconding twice expressed opinions.

An adventurer who was drinking Lilanqi sneered and said:

"You don't know Odell well, if his plan was really that simple, then he wouldn't have the nickname 'Silver Coin Viper'.

"I bet they won't be on any of those ten tickets!

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are going to Pritz Harbor."

Another adventurer shook his head upon hearing this and said:

"Maybe the information about going to Pritz Harbor is also false."

The former gang members were stunned when they heard this, and said unwillingly:

"According to your description, Odell probably already thought of what you think of, so he just wants to go to Pritz Harbor, and he wants to board one of those three ships!"

The two adventurers opened their mouths to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was a real possibility, so they were speechless for a while.

This made the gang member very happy, and drank the remaining spirits in one gulp.

Klein, on the other hand, was holding a glass of Zarha, sipping while listening boredly, waiting for the fake identity certificate and boat ticket he needed to come back.

"It will take another three quarters of an hour. I hope there will be no accidents, and the bar will not be in chaos..." He prayed silently, drawing a crimson moon in his heart.

The light yellow beer was falling at a slow speed. Klein sometimes looked at the wall clock on the wall, and sometimes glanced at the door, hoping that the time would pass faster.

More than half an hour later, the door of the bar was suddenly opened with a bang, and the night wind from outside came in.

No way... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, resisting the urge to smile wryly, and turned sideways to look at the place where the voice came from.

Five people appeared at the door. The leader had black hair and brown pupils. He had a deep face with rigid lines, very characteristic of Loen, and looked about in his early forties.

His expression was stern and majestic, which made everyone in the bar unconsciously quiet down again.

And the three men and one woman behind him were all wearing windbreakers, holding a revolver undisguisedly, as if there was any abnormality, they would aim and shoot instantly.

I don't know him, he's not on any arrest warrant, and he doesn't have any bounties... Klein muttered, maintaining his posture as an audience.

The five intruders suddenly dispersed, came to different drinkers, bent slightly, looked at them, and asked one after another:

"Where is 'Silver Coin Viper' Odell?"

The drinkers were hesitating whether to answer or not, when they saw Heiyou's muzzle pointed at themselves, and the handle made of white ivory or ebony showed a strange beauty under the light.

"He, they're going to the second floor!" The drinkers who were asked pointed to the stairs almost at the same time.

Someone is really tracking Odell, is this to deal with the "Queen of Mysteries", or did "Silver Coin Viper" do something on his own? Or, because of the mysterious man next to him wearing a hood and eating candy? Klein took another sip of beer and watched as four of the intruders went to the second floor, while the remaining one stayed where they were and continued to question.

Soon, the latter grasped the situation of Odell looking for Denier to buy tickets, and immediately walked to the skinny and dark black market dealer, and asked in a deep voice:

"Tell me honestly, where did Odell buy his ticket?"

Denier did not rely on his extensive network to show off his strength,

Squeezed out a smile and said:

"He didn't say clearly that the request is ten, which belong to three different ships, the time is tomorrow, and the destination is Pulitzer Harbor."

"Really?" The inquirer was an aggressive man in his twenties.

Denier responded in a low voice:

"You can ask everyone here and they've heard it all."

"Shit!" The man pushed Denier angrily, then turned and walked towards other drinkers.

Denir couldn't stand stably, staggered back, and was about to fall. The back of his head hit the edge of a small round table, and then he felt more strength in his shoulders, and his body immediately regained his balance.

He subconsciously looked sideways, and saw that it was the guest who bought a black boat ticket with a fake ID just now.

"Thank you, this group of damned military hyenas!" Denir thanked first, then gritted his teeth in a low voice.

It was Klein who supported him. He didn't want any accidents for the "ticket dealer", after all, he had already paid 5 pounds in cash in advance.

Of course, it is also his habit to take advantage of innocent people who are affected.

Military hyenas? In Bayam, this description often means that the target is someone from MI9... What did "Silver Coin Viper" Odell do? Klein muttered to himself silently, ruling out the possibility of someone targeting the "Queen of Mysteries".

Because for the Loen military, this doesn't make any sense.

While his thoughts were spinning, the members of the MI9 on the second floor hurried downstairs, and while heading straight for the door, they said to their companions:

"I jumped out of the window and ran away!"

This group of people came and went in a hurry, and the noise in the bar quickly resumed, only the slightly shaking door showed the unrest just now.

Klein finally got the fake identity certificate and black boat ticket, so he no longer has to worry about being interrupted by accident.

After paying the remaining 15 pounds in cash, he left the seaweed bar and returned to the ordinary hotel he was renting.

"John Yold... Isn't this name too convenient? Before returning to Backlund, I have to get a more authentic identification." Klein flipped through the next series of identification documents and threw them away. into the suitcase.

He took a bath, relaxed, and prepared to leave Bayam tomorrow and start the last sea voyage of this "journey".

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

Who? Klein hurriedly took off his bathrobe, put on his clothes and pants, and walked to the door.

Outside were several policemen in black uniforms, one seemed to be from Loen, and the rest were either mixed race or pure natives.

"Is there something?" Klein asked suspiciously.

"Please show your ID." A mixed-race person said politely, because the gentleman opposite seemed to be from Loen as well.

Fortunately, I just applied for a copy, otherwise I would have to go to the police station tonight, or run away on the spot, change my appearance, and start over again... Klein muttered and returned to the room, and took out his ID card.

The leading Loen police officer casually flipped through the words:

"Mr. Jould, do you live here alone?"

"Yes, everyone in the hotel can prove it." Klein replied frankly.

The Loen police officer showed a slight smile and said:

"Have you ever met this man?"

As he spoke, he asked the police officer next to him to open a portrait. It was an old man with an unusually thin body and messy white hair. Apart from these, he had no obvious features.

"No." Klein shook his head.

"He likes candy very much." The Loen police officer added.

"Candy..." Klein suddenly remembered the mysterious man with a hood beside "Silver Coin Viper" Odell, who had been eating coffee-colored candies at short intervals.

After deliberating, Klein said without concealing:

"Maybe I've seen it before. When I was at the Seaweed Bar, I saw a candy-loving person following Odell the Silver Coin Viper."

The Loenian police officer didn't hide his disappointed expression, thanked him briefly, and ended the questioning.

After they knocked on another room, Klein closed the wooden door and returned to the easy chair.

"The Odell matter not only attracted people from MI9, but also asked the Governor's Mansion to arrange a manpower to carry out a city-wide investigation. It's not easy..." He whispered a few words, and decided to go above the gray fog to browse the "Scepter of the Sea God" "The surrounding prayer spots are looking for more information from the prayers of many believers in Bayam, so as not to be drawn into the big whirlpool inexplicably because of wrong responses.

Entering the bathroom, above the gray mist, Klein beckoned and let the bone scepter surrounded by countless light spots fly out from the pile of debris.

Browsing through the dots one by one, he could only confirm that the interrogation just now was not a small-scale matter, and the targets were Odell and the mysterious man, but he couldn't know more.

After thinking for a while, he turned his gaze to a spot of light specially marked by divinity.

It belonged to a mixed-race policeman named Braia, who called himself "Sea God", and endured the humiliation to convert to "Storm Lord", just to climb higher in the police station.

He's a superintendent now!

Then, Klein cast the will of "Sea God" into the corresponding light spot.

Braia, who was arranging work for his subordinates at the police station, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly found an excuse, entered the bathroom, and prayed in a low voice:

"Lord of the sea and the spirit world, the great Kavitua, your disciples report to you.

"The key person we are looking for tonight is a very thin old man. His hair has all turned white, but it is still thick, but it is very messy. He is very afraid of the cold, and he will wear thick clothes in Bayam. He likes to eat Sugar, like itself is a steam engine, and candy is high-quality coal, the above means, find him but don't hurt him."

Klein ignored Braia no longer, pulled his thoughts back, tapped the edge of the long table with his finger and said:

"Compared to portraits, this description gives me a sense of familiarity.

"It seems that I have heard of it somewhere..."

For a "Seer", having a sense of familiarity means having a clue, so Klein wrote the divination statement and began to ask about his spirituality.

While reciting the sentence silently, he leaned against the back of the chair, using meditation as a pedal, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the gloomy dream world, Klein found himself back in Backlund, at No. 15 Minsk Street where he rented before.

In front of him was Ian with bright red eyes. The big boy raised his head and said:

"Tulane von Hermoschuin, the greatest scientist after Emperor Roselle, mathematician, mechanic, and the father of the second-generation difference engine."

Suddenly, Klein woke up and understood who MI9 was looking for!

What they were looking for was a great scientist who was fiercely contested by the Loen military and the Intis spy organization for just a manuscript of the third-generation differential engine, and many people died!

What they are looking for is Frankenstein who has been mysteriously missing for many years!

No wonder "Admiral of Blood" intelligence officer Old Quinn has an improved radio station that is more advanced than Backlund! Klein suddenly realized.

PS: Change first and then change.