After dinner, the "Brave" bar, billiards indoors.

Klein was wearing a simple black jacket that matched the style here, a dark baseball cap, and a glass of Nanwell beer. He closed the door casually and walked to the opposite side of Caspass, who was leaning down and tentatively hitting the ball.

Before he squeezed out a smile and greeted him, Caspass had stopped, straightened his body and glanced at him:

"Maric is not here."

“There is no extra party you want.”

"I have nothing but weapons."

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

"I'm here to buy weapons."

Marichi is not here again... It seems that this stronghold was exposed, and was targeted by his enemies, so he simply moved the place... Then I can't contact the bodyguard lady... And I plan to fool Miller. Carter's helper is Marichi's zombie... It is confidential and obedient and not afraid of death. Well, the premise of obedience is that spirituality blocks the influence of Azker's bronze whistle... While speaking, a series of thoughts flashed through Klein's mind.

Caspass was a little surprised, and suspiciously leaned against the club and rubbed his rosacea's nose:

"What weapon do you want to buy? The bullets you used to get out? Practice it very frequently."

No, what I practice is using extra bullets I bought at the Kragg Club... Klein said with a smile:

"I want to buy explosives, the kind that is widely used in mines."

"What do you want to do?" Caspas blurted out, his expression becoming concentric and serious. "I warn you not to try to do anything damn big! I will not allow my customers to provoke Sivelas! Of course, you can't buy weapons from me."

To be a black market weapon merchant and live to this day, to some extent, it is still very rules-abiding, at least not selling things to those crazy guys... Klein habitually gave an evaluation from the night watch standpoint, and smiled and said, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't want to blow up the door of the bank vault, nor do I plan to create sensational news. I just help people demolish the building to facilitate subsequent renovations."

"Then why didn't he look for a regular construction company?" Caspass did not relax his guard.

"Haha, that's a secret room, and he doesn't want to be known to outsiders." Klein turned to ask, "Do you know a reliable blasting expert? I'm not good at this kind of thing, I'm afraid I'll get the whole house down."

Seeing that the other party was still considering keeping the house intact, Caspas's doubts immediately dissipated a lot.

Just before he thought about the answer, an illusory and erratic sound suddenly sounded in the room:

"unnecessary."

A familiar feeling emerged, and Klein quickly turned his head and found that the bodyguard had been sitting on the chair in the corner at some point.

She was still wearing a black Gothic court dress and a small soft hat of the same color. Her face was as pale as ever, and her light gold hair and delicate appearance complemented each other's strengths.

"Good evening, ma'am." Klein bent down slightly and bowed.

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

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

The bodyguard, known as Sharon, looked at Caspas and said:

"Maric won't come here again after that."

"If you have something to ask him, leave a message according to the third agreed method."

"Okay, Ms. Sharon." Caspass, an old man who had obviously seen the storm, seemed to have an instinctive fear of the bodyguard.

Hearing this, Klein interrupted:

"If, I mean, if, I want to ask Marichi for help, how should I contact him?"

"Look for Caspas." Sharon replied very concisely.

"Okay." Klein spread his hands and said with a hunch, "What do you mean when you said you didn't need a blasting expert?"

Sharon's blue eyes were not fluctuating at all:

"I'm."

You are? You are a blasting expert? Wait, aren't you an extraordinary person with special abilities, probably Sequence 5? Why did you work as a blasting expert part-time... Klein was stunned for a moment, but didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Finally, he chose to trust the bodyguard and said carefully:

"I've gone to visit..."

Before he finished speaking, he glanced at Caspass, meaning that the next topic was not suitable for this ordinary man.

From the essence of the body, the black market weapon merchant is indeed an ordinary person... Krain added silently.

Sharon turned his head and looked at Caspas:

"You go and prepare the explosives."

"Two pounds."

"He comes out."

"Yes, Ms. Sharon." Caspass glanced at Klein, limped out of the billiard room, and did not forget to close the door casually.

Seeing that the bodyguard was watching him without saying anything, Klein felt like he was being watched by a female ghost, so he quickly organized the following words:

"I found out that Pound came from the Baron's address and visited him in the middle of the night..."

After reposting the words of Raft Pound, Klein began to show reasoning, and the reasoning of the process of reversing the results:

"I think he lied in many places, and it is impossible for a viscount family to be secretly controlled so easily."

"Even a child can detect abnormalities, how can the royal family and the church not notice it?"

"After Raft Pound's fall, he had many opportunities to contact outsiders and other nobles. As long as he had a little courage, he could easily solve the problem."

"So, I think he must have concealed some things, and these things are most likely related to that underground building."

"From his condition, the guy who is suspected of being an evil spirit has not been able to escape for a long time, so I plan to get some explosives and destroy the entrance so that others can not get in. Well, I'm afraid that they will release the evil spirit by mistake."

"Yes." The bodyguard lady Sharon did not affirm Klein's idea, but did not deny it either.

At this time, Klein hesitated and asked:

"I don't know about blasting, so I'm going to draw a layout diagram. Please ask the blasting expert to give the location and amount of explosives. If, if, if, please help again, how much will I pay?"

If it is too expensive, it is better for me to find an ordinary blasting expert. After all, my order is only 50 pounds, while the bodyguard's wife pounds 1,000 pounds in three days... Klein has already made a plan.

"Free." Sharon's answer is still a style that saves words.

Free? Klein was shocked.

In his common sense, free is the most expensive!

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

"After the blow-out of the entrance, I am the only one who can enter and exit there."

“That’s what I want to do.”

In other words, you plan to get rid of evil spirits and harvest the items inside after you are confident enough? The blow-down exit is actually helping you eliminate interference and possible coveting. After all, extraordinary people in other sequences cannot pass through the boulders and soil like spirits... Well, except for the "apprentice" path, but they don't know the underground building... Klein nodded suddenly and said:

"make a deal!"

After saying that, he quickly added:

"Well...you borrow a few more subordinates from Marich, who are tight-lipped enough, and this is to show Miller Carter's helper."

"Okay." Sharon did not refuse.

Klein deliberately did not collect the compensation he paid for, and said with a smile:

"Then it's ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

"We have to explore the surrounding terrain in advance and not allow the blast to cause obvious damage."

Sharon nodded gently, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

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On Saturday morning, Hugh Diercha took a public car to the East Side again, confirming in stages whether his commission had gained any gains.

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

She took out a penny coin and bought a copy of the Beckland Post from the newspaper boy next to her, and quickly looked it out.

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

"This newspaper reported that at 7:10 last night, a serious explosion occurred in the apartment at 1 Dalavi Street, East District. It was suspected that the gas leak was caused. In Room 6, 3rd floor, the explosion occurred, the tenant died on the spot, and no complete body was left. As of midnight, the explosion killed three people and injured sixteen people..."

1 Daravi Street... No. 6 on the 3rd floor of the apartment... Isn't this the place where Williams rented? He died? He died of an explosion caused by a gas leak? No, no! It's definitely not! He wouldn't use gas in luxury, even if it was installed there! He just accepted my commission. Could it be because of this? However, Lanerus himself was a wanted criminal and found that someone was looking for him. If there was another place, there was no need to kill someone to keep the secret. This would easily expose the problem...

This is too strange and radical, like a madman doing it...

It's obviously just a fraudster...

Poor Williams...

I, I will definitely avenge you!

The truth will be found out!

Don't look at the public carriage parked in front of you sadly and solemnly, and don't go up.

She knew that going to the East District would be very dangerous now.

She planned to go back and tell Fors immediately, and let her move to the spare rental house temporarily, and disguise herself, sneak into the East District, find an acquaintance to inquire, and initially find out the whole story and seize the traces left by the murderer.

Alas, Miss Audrey's commission is indeed not unsafe... It is a fraudster I think that as long as he is not blocked and he is not allowed to escape, he will not fight back fiercely... It is me who was careless, and I killed Williams... Well, it is not ruled out that he is collecting information about other things at the same time, which will cause disaster... Sadly closed his eyes, crossed the road, and walked to the waiting point opposite.

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

Sharon had disappeared, and Miller Carter saw Detective Sherlock Moriarty in a gray-blue worker uniform and a baseball cap and his three taciturn assistants with big waists.

"This is easy to explore." Klein explained.

Miller Carter glanced over the three assistants who could be very good at first sight, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Your preparations are faster than I expected, are there snake-repelling experts in them?"

"Yes, they are all very good at driving snakes." Klein answered affirmatively without hesitation.
Chapter completed!