"According to this paper, at 7:15 last night, a serious explosion occurred at a residence at 22 Vinske Street in the Southern Bridge District. It was suspected to have been caused by a gas leak. Fortunately, the house had been unoccupied for many years, and there were no casualties..."
"They really can blame anything on a gas explosion..." Early in the morning, Klein, awakened by Mr. Devil's wake-up service, picked up today's newspaper and quickly found the news he wanted on the third page.
However...
"It actually caused an explosion... Did that 'thing' have an explosive ability, or did the Mandated Punishers destroy the house to erase the evidence?" Klein somewhat regretted not going to the Southern Bridge District to watch yesterday. But after thinking it over, he gently shook his head. If he had been there, with his Sequence Eight potion not even fully digested, the Mandated Punishers might have taken him away as well.
"In any case, this matter should be more or less over. Mr. Hangman seems to be in Backlund recently too. Maybe he'll share what happened today at The Tarot Club... Oh, right, he and Miss Justice took leave yesterday... What a pity. Mr. Meras's commission will probably come to nothing too. Ten pounds!"
Klein let out a pained sigh, then walked four steps counterclockwise to arrive Above the Gray Fog and informed Mr. Sun and Mr. Devil that the next Tarot Club gathering would be postponed. Though Mr. Sun, Mr. Devil, and he could still hold a gathering by themselves, without Mr. Hangman's wild assumptions and Miss Justice playing along, maintaining his lofty image before two people well-versed in mysticism but with little connection to each other would be far too difficult.
"So it really was postponed!" Sno listened to Mr. Fool's voice