Lord of the Mysteries

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After dinner, the "Brave" bar, billiard room.

Klein wore a black simple coat with a style here, wearing a dark cap, carrying a cup of Nanwell beer, closing the door and walking down to the waist and slamming the Casper opposite the ball. .

Before he squeezed out his smile and said hello, Casper had stopped moving, straightened his body and glanced at him:

"Maric is not there."

“There is no extra kind of party you want.”

"I have nothing but weapons."

... The routine is very familiar... Fortunately, my purpose today is different... Klein pulled his mouth and said:

"I just came to buy weapons."

Maric is no longer... It seems that this stronghold is exposed, the enemy is eyeing, and the place has been transferred... Then I can't contact the bodyguard lady... and I intend to use it to help Miller Carter's helper. It is Maric’s living corpse...confident and obedient and not afraid of death. Well, the premise of obedience is the spiritual shielding of the influence of the Azick copper whistle... While speaking, Klein’s mind flashed a series of thoughts. .

Caspars was a little surprised, skeptically relying on the club and licking his own rosacea:

"What weapons do you want to buy? The previous bullets are finished? Practice is very frequent."

No, I practiced the extra bullets I bought at the Cragg Club... Kline smiled and said:

"I want to buy explosives, which are widely used in mines."

"What do you want to do?" Casper blurted out, his expression became condensed and serious. "I warn you, don't try to do **** big things! I won't allow my customers to provoke the West Vilas field." Of course, you can't buy weapons from me."

Can be a black market weapon trader, and live to the present, to a certain extent, still very disciplined, at least not to sell things to that crazy guy... Klein habitually given the position of the night Evaluation, at the same time smiled and said: "You seem to have misunderstood something, I do not want to bomb the door of the bank vault, nor intend to make a sensational news, I just help people to do the demolition of the building, to facilitate subsequent transformation."

"Then why didn't he find a formal construction company?" Casper did not relax his vigilance.

"Haha, that is a secret room. He doesn't want to be known to outsiders." Klein turned and asked, "Do you know a reliable blasting expert? I am not good at this kind of thing, I am afraid to ruin the whole house." It is."

Kaspers saw the other side and considered keeping the house intact, and the doubts in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

Just before he gave his answer, an illusory whistling sound suddenly sounded in the room:

"No need."

Familiar feelings emerged, and Klein turned his head and found that the bodyguard did not know when he was sitting in a corner chair.

She is still wearing a black gothic court dress, wearing a small soft hat of the same color, the face is as pale as ever, pale gold hair and exquisite appearance reflect each other's advantages.

"Good evening, ma'am." Klein bent down slightly and took a polite.

"Good evening, Ms. Sharon." Casper made the same move.

It turned out that her name was Sharon... Kline waited thoughtfully for the other party to speak.

The bodyguard, known as Sharon, looked to Casper Road:

"Maric will not come here again."

"If you have something to look for, leave a message in the third way."

"Okay, Ms. Sharon." Casper, the old man who had seen the storm, seemed to have instinctive fears for the bodyguard.

Hearing here, Klein interjected:

"If I said, if I want to find Maric, how can I contact him?"

"Find Casper." Sharon replied very succinctly.

"Okay." Klein spread his hand, um, "What do you mean by not saying that you don't need a blasting expert?"

There is no slight fluctuation in Sharon’s blue eyes:

"I am."

You are? Are you a blasting expert? Wait, you are not a special ability, probably there are extraordinary people in the sequence 5? How did he work part-time as a blasting expert... Klein stunned and didn’t know what to pick up.

In the end, he chose to believe the bodyguard, and said:

"I went to visit..."

His words were not finished, and his eyes swept to Caspers, meaning that the next topic was not suitable for this ordinary person.

From the essence of the body, the black market arms traders are indeed ordinary people... Klein silently added one sentence.

Sharon looked sideways at Casper Road:

"You go to prepare the explosives."

"Two pounds."

"He is out."

"Yes, Ms. Sharon." Casper glanced at Klein and limped away from the billiard room, and did not forget to close the door.

Seeing the bodyguard lady just watching herself not talking, Klein has a feeling of being watched by female ghosts, and busy organizing the language:

"I heard Pound from the address of the Baron and visited him in the middle of the night..."

After translating the original words of Rafter Pound, Klein began to show reasoning and reasoning from the result of the reverse process:

"I think he has lied in many places, and a Viscount family cannot be controlled so easily by people."

“Even a child can find an abnormality, how can the royal family and the church be unaware?”

"After the fall of Raft Pound, there are a lot of opportunities to get in touch with outsiders and other nobles. As long as he has a little courage, he can easily solve the problem."

"So, I think he must have concealed something, and these things have a high probability of being related to the underground building."

"From his state, the guy who is suspected of evil spirits can't get out of trouble for a long time, so I plan to get some explosives, destroy the entrance, and let other people have a chance to go in. I am afraid that they will be misplaced. Evil spirit."

"Yeah." Bodyguard Miss Sharon did not affirm Klein's thoughts, but did not negate.

At this time, Klein hesitated and asked:

"I don't know how to blast, so I'm going to draw a layout map. Ask the blasting expert to give the location and weight of the explosives. If, if, let you help again, how much do I have to pay?"

Too expensive, I am still looking for a general blasting expert. After all, I am only 50 pounds for this single, and the bodyguard is 3 pounds for 3 days... Klein has already prepared the plan.

“Free.” Sharon’s answer was to save the word by saving words.

free? Clayton was shocked.

In his common sense, free is the most expensive!

Sharon sat quietly there, and after a few seconds I explained a few words:

"After the bombardment, there is only me left in and out."

"This is itself what I want to do."

In other words, if you intend to have enough confidence, remove the evil spirits and harvest the items inside? Explosives are actually helping you to eliminate interference and possible embarrassment. After all, the extraordinary people of other sequences can't cross the boulder and the mud like the spirit... Well, except for the "apprentice" route, but they don't know the underground. Architecture... Klein has a sneak peek:

"Complete!"

After he finished speaking, he made a quick addition:

"Well... you borrow a few more men from Maric, and your mouth is tight enough. This is a helper for Miller Carter."

"Good." Sharon did not refuse.

Klein deliberately did not mention the payment to pay for it, showing a smile:

"Then tomorrow at ten o'clock."

“We have to pre-explore the surrounding terrain and not allow the blast to cause significant damage.”

Sharon gently decapitated, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

............

On Saturday morning, Hugh Dilcha once again took the public carriage to the Eastern District and confirmed in stages whether his commission was rewarding.

While waiting for the transfer, she suddenly had the urge to buy a newspaper to see it.

She took out a penny of coins and bought a copy of the Beckland Post from the newsboy next to it.

Suddenly, her eyes solidified because of a third edition of the news:

"At 7:10 last night, there was a serious explosion in the apartment at No. 1 Dalavi Street in the Eastern District. It was suspected that a gas leak had occurred. In the room on the 3rd floor of the explosion, the tenant died on the spot. Even without leaving a complete body, as a result of the middle of the night, the explosion killed three people and injured 16 people..."

No. 1 Dalavi Street... Apartment No. 6 on the 3rd floor... Is this not the place where Williams rented? he died? Died of an explosion caused by a gas leak? no no! Absolutely not the case! He doesn't use gas at all, even if there is installation! He just accepted my commission, is it because of this? However, Lanerus himself is a wanted criminal. He found someone looking for him. In another place, there is no need to kill people to keep secrets. This is easy to expose problems...

The practice of this matter is too strange and too radical, like a madman...

Obviously just a fraudster...

Poor Williams...

I, I will certainly avenge you!

Will definitely find out the truth!

Hugh sadly and staringly at the public carriage parked in front of him, did not go up.

She knows that going to the Eastern District is very dangerous now.

She intends to go back and tell Fulth immediately, let her temporarily move to the spare rental house, and she will disguise herself, sneak into the Eastern District, find an acquaintance to inquire, and initially figure out the cause of the incident and seize the traces left by the murderer.

Hey, Miss Audrey’s entrustment is really not dangerous... It’s a fraudster that I think has been wanted. As long as I don’t block him and let him run away, he won’t fight evil... I’m negligent. I killed Williams... Well, I don’t rule out that he is still collecting information about other things, which may cause disasters... Close your eyes, cross the road, and head to the opposite waiting point.

............

At 10:14, Klein and the bodyguard Miss Sharon confirmed the surface condition of the Quaternary building and came to the house at 8 Williams Street.

Sharon had disappeared, and Miller Carter saw Sherlock Morrisoni, a gray-blue worker uniform wearing a cap, and his three widowed assistants.

“It’s easy to explore,” Klein explained.

Miller Carter's gaze swept through the three assistants who were able to play at a glance, and sat down with satisfaction:

"Your preparations are faster than I expected. Do they have snake-removing experts inside?"

"Yes, they are very good at driving snakes." Klein gave a positive answer without hesitation.

How can a living corpse be afraid of being bitten by a snake?