Mystery: I Married the Queen of Mystery.

Chapter 35 Bernadette's Conjecture

Gers, the manager of the underground fighting arena, sat behind the table counting money. Simon, with a sinister look on his face, said with a malicious smile, "Boy, you can actually make an extra 300 pounds."

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and his yellowed teeth seemed to darken even further. "If you could pretend that winning the first two games was difficult, you would definitely make more money."

In that case, most gamblers will bet on Odysseus to lose all the way, and not only will Odysseus make more money, but Simon will also make more money.

Odysseus won the first two games too easily. If he had not bought his three-game winning streak in advance, he would not have made any money in the third game.

Odysseus, who was sitting opposite Gers, said slowly, "One should not be too greedy."

If he had really done that, he probably wouldn't have been able to get the gambling money from Simon as easily as he does now.

At this time, Gers counted the money, including the gambling money and the reward, a total of 332 pounds 6 soli.

There are only a few 10-pound notes among them, and most of them are 5-pound and 1-pound notes, which look like a thick stack.

Many gamblers around couldn't help swallowing their saliva after seeing the money, and some showed greedy eyes.

Since Odysseus had just knocked down all the other contestants, today's competition ended here and most of the gamblers had left.

After Odysseus glanced at them, all his greed was put away.

Odysseus stood up and was about to take the money, but Simon suddenly held the money down and said, "Are you interested in cooperating?

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

"Not interested." Odysseus knew from the reward that it was a competition specially for the entertainment of the nobles, and he had learned about it.

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..."

Odysseus already had a plan in mind. He said slowly, "Don't force me to hit anyone."

"You will agree." Simon wisely put his hand away.

Odysseus picked up the money and counted it. After confirming that it was correct, he took a bottle of wine from the wine rack beside him, pulled out the cork with his teeth, drank two gulps, and left.

Of course we had to drink to celebrate. We made more than 300 pounds in one night, which is the annual income of many middle-class people.

However, this way of making money cannot be replicated. After this night, gamblers all know that he is a good fighter, and the odds will not be as high as they are now.

He could try to find other underground fighting arenas, but by the time he found one, news of tonight's "feat" would have spread, and he wouldn't be able to win money by betting on the information gap.

Odysseus still went out from the direction of the bar, drinking while walking very carefully in the dim alley.

Maybe a few drunk gamblers would team up to rob.

Fortunately, I left the alley and was not attacked.

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

Suddenly, Odysseus stopped and saw the informant of the "Manufactured Punisher" among the homeless people.

To be exact, I saw his dead body.

The informant was curled up on the ground with empty eyes, as if he had just died.

Odysseus was about to go forward to investigate, but his reason stopped him. Just as he was about to leave quickly, a familiar female voice suddenly rang in his ears: "He died in a very strange way, and his spirit was annihilated."

The voice came from the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette.

Odysseus looked around. Aside from a carriage approaching in the distance, the surrounding area was filled with homeless people trying to catch up on some sleep. He didn't know when the police would come and drive them away. Although he didn't see Bernadette, he knew that the "mysterious queen" was already nearby. "Why are you here?"

"I'm at a phenomenal party nearby."

When the party was over and Bernadette was leaving, she saw Odysseus "wandering" around, so she went to take a look, but ended up seeing this obviously abnormal murder scene.

Odysseus asked, "Who killed this man?"

"A 'sheriff.'"

As soon as Bernadette finished speaking, the fog beside Odysseus suddenly rolled up, forming a human figure made of fog.

The figure looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a high nose bridge, vicious eyes, and a small black spot on his cheek.

Then, the seemingly unreal figure disappeared.

"I've seen his photo." Odysseus said, "He's from the palace guard."

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

It would be suspicious if all traces of him passing by were erased, so just erase the traces of his brief stop here.

"can."

Odysseus immediately felt as if he had become light and airy, like a spirit wandering in the real world.

As he walked away quickly, he said, "From what I know, the deceased was an informant for the Mandated Punisher.

"Why would someone from MI9 kill an informant from the Mandated Punisher?"

"I don't know." Bernadette's voice drifted around. "But I have a feeling there's a big secret hidden here. I'll quietly conduct some investigation."

Odysseus was slightly taken aback and reminded: "This is not something you should be curious about."

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

She didn't come to Backlund for sightseeing, but because she had a prophecy that something might happen in this city that would have a profound impact on the entire world, and she came to seek opportunities for promotion.

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

She also had a premonition that she might be implicated in the future, so if she had the chance, she might as well take the initiative to do some investigation.

"Thank you." Odysseus couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I still want to live for two more years."

If you get involved in something confidential, your life will be shortened!
Bernadette suddenly asked, "With your well-informed intelligence network, you should have noticed it, right? Backlund is planning something big."

Odysseus said, "I just noticed that the recent situation is a bit chaotic, and the contradictions between the various parties are becoming more and more obvious."

Of course he knew that this was because George III was trying to become a god in a trivial way. At the same time, he also knew that with his current strength, it would be better to pretend that he didn't know.

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

"Let's talk about something else." Odysseus said, "I'm just a 'Low Sequence'. This kind of thing is too advanced and not something I should worry about."

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

Odysseus thought to himself: How about we talk about the issue of world peace?

　Thanks to [Ambei Xia] for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)