Mystery: I Married the Queen of Mystery

Gels, the manager of the underground arena, was sitting behind the table counting money. Simon, with a sinister look on his face and a malicious smile, said, "Kid, you could actually earn 300 pounds more."

He took a hard puff of his cigarette, and his teeth, which looked yellowed from smoking, seemed to have darkened a bit more: "If you had pretended to have a hard time winning the first two matches, you definitely could have earned more money."

That way, most of the gamblers would bet on Otis to lose all the way, and not only could Otis earn more money, but Simon could also earn more money.

But Otis had won the first two matches too easily. If Otis hadn't bet on himself to win three in a row in advance, he wouldn't have earned any money in the third match at all.

Otis, sitting across from Gels, said unhurriedly, "One shouldn't be too greedy."

If he had really operated that way, he probably wouldn't be able to get the gambling money from Simon so easily as he was now.

At this time, Gels finished counting the money. The gambling money plus the reward totaled 332 pounds and 6 solas.

Only a small portion of it was 10-pound notes, and most of it was 5-pound and 1-pound notes, making it look like a thick stack.

Many gamblers around couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw the money, and some revealed greedy looks.

Because Otis had just knocked down all the other contestants, today's matches were over, and most of the gamblers had already left.

After Otis glanced at them, all the greed was put away.

Otis stood up and was about to take the money, but Simon suddenly held the money down: "Are you interested in a partnership?"

"I know of a very high-end competition, with many upper-class people watching and betting. The reward for winning a match starts at 150 pounds!"

"Not interested." Otis knew from the reward that it was a competition dedicated to the entertainment of nobles, and he had learned about it.

But Simon said, "You can think about it again."

He said with a wicked smile, "I know some information that ordinary people don't know. If I report your situation to the Church, hehehe..."

Otis already had a plan in mind. At the moment, he said unhurriedly, "Don't force me to hit you."

"You will agree." Simon wisely retracted his hand.

Otis picked up the money and counted it again. After confirming that it was correct, he casually took a bottle of wine from the liquor rack next to him, pulled out the cork with his teeth, took two "glug, glug" gulps, and strode away.

Of course, he had to drink to celebrate. Earning more than three hundred pounds in one night was the income of many middle-class people for a year.

However, this way of making money could not be replicated. After this night, the gamblers would know that he was very capable, and the odds would not be as high as they were now.

He could try to find other underground arenas, but by the time he found them, it was estimated that tonight's "feat" would have spread, and he would no longer be able to bet and win money using the information gap.

Otis still went out in the direction of the bar, drinking wine while walking very carefully in the dark alley.

Perhaps a few drunk gamblers would join forces to rob him.

Fortunately, he had left the alley without being attacked.

Soon, he came to a wider street, where horse carriages occasionally passed by, and many homeless people were resting on both sides of the road.

Suddenly, Otis stopped. He actually saw the "Reprimander's" informant among the homeless.

To be precise, he saw his corpse.

The informant was huddled on the ground, his eyes empty, as if he had just died.

Otis was about to step forward to check, but reason made him stop. Just as he was about to leave quickly, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "His death is very strange. Even his spirit body has been annihilated."

That voice came from the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette.

Otis looked around. Apart from a carriage approaching in the distance, the surroundings were full of homeless people who were seizing the time to sleep. The police would come to drive them away at any time.

Although he didn't see Bernadette's figure, he knew that this "Mysterious Queen" was already nearby: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm attending an Extraordinary gathering nearby."

When the gathering ended, Bernadette saw Otis "wandering" around when she left, so she came to take a look, but she saw this obviously abnormal murder scene.

Otis asked, "Who killed this person?"

"A 'Law Enforcer'."

As soon as Bernadette's words fell, the mist beside Otis suddenly rolled, forming a figure composed of mist.

This figure looked like he was in his late twenties, with a high nose bridge, sinister eyes, and a small black spot on his cheek.

Immediately, the somewhat illusory figure disappeared.

"I've seen his photo." Otis said, "Someone from the Royal Guards."

Then he asked, "Can you erase the traces of my stay here?"

If he erased all traces of his passage here, it would be suspicious. So, erasing the traces of his brief stay here would be enough.

Without a single mistake, one song, one release, one inside, one tolerance, one by one!

"I can."

Otis immediately felt as if he had become light and飘飘, like a spirit body wandering in the real world.

As he strode away, he said, "As far as I know, the deceased was an informant for the 'Reprimander'."

"Why would someone from Military Intelligence Section 9 kill an informant for the 'Reprimander'?"

"I don't know." Bernadette's voice floated around: "But I have a hunch that there is a hidden secret behind this. I will conduct some investigation quietly."

Otis was slightly stunned and reminded, "This is not something you should be curious about."

"I won't take the initiative to investigate." Bernadette said, "I have a hunch that you will also be involved in the investigation in the future."

She didn't come to Backlund to sightsee, but because she had a premonition that something might happen in this city that would have a profound impact on the entire world. She was here to seek promotion opportunities.

Just now, she had a premonition that the death of this informant was hiding a huge conspiracy.

She also had a premonition that she might be implicated in the future, so if there was an opportunity, it would be better to take the initiative to do some investigation.

"Thank you." Otis said with a wry smile, "I still want to live a few more years."

Getting involved in some confidential matters would shorten his lifespan!

Bernadette suddenly asked, "With your such well-informed intelligence network, you should have noticed it too, right? A major event is brewing in Backlund."

Otis said, "I only noticed that the current situation has been a bit chaotic recently, and the conflicts between all parties are becoming more and more obvious."

Of course, he knew that this was a manifestation of George III becoming a god in subtle aspects, and at the same time, he also knew that with his current strength, it was better to pretend not to know.

"This is the prelude!" Bernadette said with certainty.

"Let's talk about something else." Otis said, "I'm just a 'Low-Sequence', this kind of thing is too high-end, it's not something I should worry about."

"Okay." Bernadette didn't insist: "Then let's talk about the two bookmarks that were lost in the Royal Museum that day."

Otis thought to himself: Otherwise, let's talk about world peace?

Thanks to [An Pei Xia] for the reward.