Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

"Mr. A's people?"

Olvia looked at Dark Saint Kosma with disbelief.

She knew that the person in front of her was a Sequence 4 demigod.

How could he condescend to work under a Sequence 5 person?

"My name is Kesma."

Dark Saint Kosma didn't pay attention to Olvia's eyes, and said his name on his own.

Kesma?

Dark Saint Kosma!

After saying the name, Olvia understood instantly.

Don’t think that Olvia in the previous life is just reading the original novel in vain.

But this old man is a bit of a thief!

He actually passed all the blame on his subordinates.

But this has nothing to do with Olvia. It just so happens that she wants to capture a member of the Aurora Society, so that it will be easier to hold the divine descending ceremony.

Now there's a ready-made one delivered to your door.

It was not too late for Olvia to be happy.

Therefore, she didn't care what the Dark Saint Kosma was saying, and directly released some dark ropes, tied him up like a silkworm chrysalis, and then threw him directly in the basement.

As long as she is not dead, this dark rope will not disappear.

It ensures that Dark Sage Xma is not allowed to escape.

In fact, the safest way is to break the limbs of Dark Saint Kosma and abolish his extraordinary characteristics.

But that was too bloody, and Olvia said she couldn't accept it.

Moreover, it is still very troublesome to abolish the extraordinary characteristics. She is a person who is afraid of trouble, so she did not do it.

"Now that the candidates are in place, what's missing is Azik?"

Olivia muttered secretly.

It seems that my plan is almost completed!

Olvia's eyebrows were filled with joy, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile involuntarily.

………………

Backlund Bridge area, Brave Bar.

Klein pressed the peaked cap on his head, carefully protected the wallet in the inner pocket of his gray-blue workman's jacket, bypassed the drinkers surrounding the boxing ring, and headed straight to the bar.

On the way, he looked around and found no black market weapons dealer Kaspars Canlinen.

Either playing cards or billiards...

Klein nodded to himself, sat in front of the bar, and said to the bartender:

"Half and half."

The last time he saw someone drink this kind of alcoholic beverage, he felt it should suit his taste.

At least it's more suitable than simple ale...

Klein thought with some comparison.

The bartender looked up at him:

"Which two kinds of wine are used? Different choices have different prices."

"Average, just average."

The person Klein met last time used the lowest quality kind, and the whole cup of "half and half" only cost two and one-half pence.

"Four and one-halfpence."

The bartender saw Klein arranging the brass coins on the bar, then turned back to make drinks, and said smoothly,

"Looking for Kaspars again? He's not here anymore. His business was robbed."

"ah?"

Klein didn't expect to get such an answer.

Before the bartender could answer, a man with a protruding mouth laughed and said:

"Yes, Kaspars was driven away by us!"

"Oh, how can a lame old man like him do this kind of business?"

"If you want anything, just come to us, our boss."

A gang fight?

Klein subconsciously came up with the idea of ​​rejecting the other party's proposal.

But immediately, he thought of another possibility:

"Could it be that the Rose School deliberately found gangsters to suppress Kaspers, thereby forcing out Maric and Miss Sharon behind him, and letting them jump into the trap?"

This Rose School of Thought was naturally not what Sharon told Klein, but what he learned from Olvia.

After Sharon completed her mission and left, Klein also tried to find traces of them, but found nothing.

Later, he asked Olvia and learned about the Rose School of Thought from her.

And the corresponding knowledge of the Rose School.

Well, the probability is not low. Caspars has been a black market weapons dealer here for a long time.

It is definitely not something that can be driven away just by being told to do so.

Some time ago, due to the continuous occurrence of serial murders, the atmosphere in Backlund was quite tense, the Rose School, or other secret forces.

In short, those who are looking for Maric and Miss Sharon will definitely not dare to kill people and use psychics rashly to get the answer——

This will cause a lot of murders, because they obviously only have some suspects, and they are currently unable to confirm who has a way to contact Miss Sharon and Maric...

Klein's words reached his lips, he swallowed them back, and then asked:

"Can I know the price first and then decide whether to buy it?"

He planned to observe the ordinary people who dominated the black market transactions in the Brave Bar. If he found any problems, he could use this to sell off Caspars, Sharon and Maric.

Anyway, Klein didn't want to have a conflict. He just planned to follow the normal process to review and review, so there was no problem of taking risks.

"Okay, the only requirement is."

The man raised his hand and made a zipper movement in front of his protruding mouth.

"No problem."

As soon as Klein finished answering, he saw "half and half" being placed in front of him, and the copper penny was taken away by the bartender.

In the spirit of not wasting, he took several sips and his brows gradually gathered.

It's not the taste I imagined. The alcohol is too strong and the grape flavor is too light...

Klein put down his glass and followed the man to the billiard room No. 3 where Caspers used to stay.

When he was about to reach the door, he suddenly thought of something:

"As a person who doesn't know much information, I can guess that this is a trap. I don't know how long Miss Sharon and Maric have been hunted. They will definitely not come out."

"However, Caspers knows more than one extraordinary person. He has connections with several extraordinary circles. Maybe he will find another helper. Then things will be a bit complicated."

At this time, the man with a protruding mouth stopped at the door of the billiard room. Klein, who was distracted, almost bumped into him.

He pointed inside and said:

"Don't talk nonsense later. Our boss has a bad temper."

"The entire Backlund Bridge area and the eastern district know it."

"Okay."

Klein nodded slightly.

The man with a protruding mouth turned around with satisfaction and pushed open the door of the billiard room.

As the door opened, Klein saw a figure hanging in the air, swaying gently.

It was a big man with a full beard, with a rope around his neck, a very tight rope.

His feet left the ground, his tongue was exposed, his face was blue and purple, and his expression was abnormally distorted.

"Boss..."

The man with the protruding mouth shouted in disbelief.

The tense atmosphere in Backlund had just disappeared, and someone took action...

Klein glanced at the other man's men and drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest in a serious manner:

"May God rest him in peace."

"I hope his temper will be cured."

The man with the protruding mouth didn't listen to what he said at all, and suddenly shouted:

"Boss!"

"Murder!"

"Boss is dead!"

Klein was shocked by the loud and shrill voice and took two steps back. By the way, he opened his spiritual vision and observed the inside. There was no special sign, only the table tennis balls on the table were scattered in a mess.

Did the Beyonder from Caspars do this?

How would the forces that set the trap react?

If such a trap existed...

Before several gangsters rushed over, Klein quietly changed his position and blended into the crowd.

He glanced at the kitchen of the Brave Bar, walked over thoughtfully, and walked through the back door skillfully.

As soon as he pushed open the not-so-heavy wooden door, Klein felt the shivering cold wind blowing in his face.

And in this cold wind, there was a faint smell of blood.