A day without a mission commission is not worth lighting a fire at home, and most importantly, the food at the Kragg Club is not only delicious but also free.

Klein spent the whole day hanging out at the Kragg Club, and in the evening he went to the Brave Bar to find Caspers.

This agent, who only took the road twice and collected three pounds from himself, was not friendly to Klein.

When Klein mentions Marić, he clearly feels that someone is watching him.

In line with the idea that more is better than less, Klein was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a strange person.

He has a distinctly Indisian appearance, doesn't hide it too much, and seems to be asking the bartender about something.

In the afterglow, he saw the man pull out a portrait and show it to the bartender, who shook his head perfunctorily.

It was an unpainted sketch, and in Clay's spiritual instincts, it was a portrait of a man, dressed in a sumptuous aristocratic court robe, with a handsome face and outstanding temperament.

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

Those two evil spirits got out of trouble? It has only been a few days and has caused serious repercussions, causing an investigation by official personnel?

No, this man is obviously not from Rune, and the official investigation is not asking about it. The bartender's reaction was obviously to know something, but he didn't want to say more about it.

Shall I ask Caspers about it?

Having more information at your fingertips will help you explore the underground ruins.

I have to find a chance to tell Miss Bodyguard, I won't investigate it myself, I'll be a sequence eight, let's follow up on the progress of the investigation of the Pound family.

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

"Follow along."

Besides MI9, there are still people investigating me? Wang Zichuan was surprised.

Klein didn't really want to go.

He always felt that this unexpected unfolding would bring endless trouble, like Ian's five-pound commission, if only it were the commission of catching rape.

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

The man also sensed the bartender's abnormality, he smiled, took out ten soles and put them on the bar, and pushed them to the bartender.

The bartender looked left and right and whispered, "The official extraordinary has a bounty on this man." ”

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

The bartender glanced at him, put away the money from the bar, and motioned to him that he had to add money.

The man laughed again, pulled out a pound, and put it on the bar.

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

"He was related to another woman named Joanna who was offered a bounty and ran away after fighting the official Extraordinary."

"Anything else?"

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

The man stared at the bartender for a moment, then reached out and pushed the beer back, saying, "Please." ”

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

In the distance, Crane sat down, pretending to wait for a drink, listening intently as he thought about how to track it for a moment.

He didn't have much confidence in his tracking skills, and when he was in Tingen, he still learned the tracking and surveillance skills from Leonard and Fry, but unfortunately he didn't learn it for long......

You still have to play to your strengths and work divination.

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

Probably not, if he was extraordinary, I might have been caught red-handed.

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

Poisoning? No, it's a curse?

The bartender, however, continued to entertain the guests without feeling anything.

Klein paused for a moment, then turned back and found Caspers again, who had exchanged a glass of wine, he went over and patted Caspers on the shoulder, and said with a natural expression:

"I've changed my mind again, and I'm one of Texas at night."

Caspars was stunned for a moment, as a black market arms dealer, broker or the spokesperson of some special person, Caspars had a very high level of reading comprehension of words and expressions and meanings outside the dialogue, so he immediately understood what the other party meant.

Glancing at Klein before, Caspars immediately smiled and answered:

"I knew you'd want to get involved."

The two had a lively discussion about the possible and non-existent hands of the night.

Staring at this side, his gaze softened, and Crane looked for a gap, and said quickly and very quietly:

"The bartender has been affected by the abilities of the Extraordinary, you can either solve it with Marić and them immediately, or go to the police now."

This sentence is hidden in a loud discussion, and no one can notice it if you don't listen to it.

Smoothly ending the conversation with Caspers about the game, Crane exited the Valorant's Bar directly.

The man who had asked the bartender for news had long since gotten to know where he had gone.

Crane was a little regretful and whispered to himself.

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

"He can't run, let's go back."

"That commissioned ......"

……

Wednesday night, the gathering of the old gentleman of the Wise Eye.

After Crane sold the two low-order potion recipes he had in his possession of the Singer Pathway in exchange for the weapons that Little Sun needed, he was left with only 40 pounds.

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

I always felt that the magic lamp knew the recipes for those two potions, and it just wouldn't sell them to me.

After receiving information from Miss Justice about the ruined aristocracy, Klein decided to visit the Baron's Court at night.

Raft Pound did not live in a luxurious villa from Baron, and in a relatively modest house in Queens, there were no men and maids, which also made it easier for Crane to act.

After using extraordinary means to appreciate the performance of the somewhat crazy and neurotic aristocratic actor Raft, Crane confirmed that the evil spirits in the underground buildings were not simple, and after divination on the gray mist, he planned to buy some explosives to blow up the entrance directly.

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

"You'd better not delve into that underground structure."

Crane's heart moved, and when he heard this, he asked:

"Do you know something about that building?"

"That's where Arista Tudot became the Blood Emperor."

Become? Blood Emperor?

Crane's heart churned, and he walked back to the couch, sat down, and stared at the magic lamp seriously.

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

Klein had already decided not to investigate deeply at this stage, and he was not reluctant to hear the warning of the magic lamp, but he planned to take the opportunity to learn more about the hidden history.

"What is the identity of the evil spirits there?"

"They're Medich, Soren, Einhorn."

Three people, isn't it?

Klein combed through his thoughts and continued to ask:

"However, I was infected by the aura of evil spirits, and I dreamed of two figures fighting at night, not three."

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

"You'd better ask about the potion recipe."