Chapter 132 Adventurers Mutual Aid

Klein sat down in front of the bar and thumped the table with his fists:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

Behind him, several guards hesitated whether to come over to warn, or pretend that no one fired their guns just now.

The bartender winked at the guards, picked up a glass, and laughed:

"Why not a 'Sweet Lemon'?

"Our boss once went to Trier to learn bartending, mastered many cocktail categories left by Emperor Russell, and created Olavi's most popular 'sweet lemon'."

Klein was not moved at all, and calmly responded:

"I only drink beer."

"Okay." The bartender was not in a hurry to pick up the Southwell beer, and said with a smile, "Sir, are you an adventurer?"

Klein nodded, but did not answer.

The bartender did not hesitate, smiled and said:

"Perhaps you should meet our boss. He is always friendly to new adventurers and willing to buy them drinks. Besides, this will help you in other ways."

Klein, who had originally planned to buy auxiliary materials for "Master Puppet" here, did not refuse. He took out a brass-colored penny, bounced it with a snap, and caught it firmly.

He put the 1-penny copper coin on the bar as a thank you for the bartender's reminder. He stood up slowly, followed a guard up the stairs to the second floor, and entered the room at the other end of the corridor.

The room is covered with brown-yellow thick and soft carpet, filled with the slight smell of high-quality coal burning, mixed with the aroma of smoking cigars.

A middle-aged man with blond hair combed back was sitting in an easy chair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, surrounded by more than six bodyguards.

Although Klein is not an Extraordinary in the "spectator" field, he cannot judge the characteristics and strength of those bodyguards from the details, and he does not belong to the "mystery spy" or "monster" path. He can see certain secrets and discover some things that others cannot discover. things, but his spiritual intuition convinced him that there must be Extraordinary among those bodyguards, Extraordinary who could pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper, pulled the collar of the black shirt, stood up slowly, stretched out his right hand and said:

"Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend."

There was a slight smile in his blue eyes, and he looked quite sincere.

Klein also extended his right hand and touched the other party lightly. He didn't speak, waiting for the other party to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the easy chair, smiled lightly and said:

"I'm Billt Brando, the boss here.

"I used to be an adventurer, and my strength is not bad. At least I can survive until now and make a lot of money."

He is very confident in his own strength, that's why he dared to express it so directly... Klein sat down unceremoniously, leaned forward slightly, and waited for Bilt to continue talking expressionlessly.

Seeing no response from the adventurer on the other side, Bilt sat down again, took a sip of his cigar, and said leisurely:

"Frankly speaking, I do have my own purpose when I meet every new adventurer."

He pointed to the chart on the desk in the room, and described in a very magnetic voice:

"East from Rorsted Islands,

The sea is becoming more and more chaotic, and the strength of the military and church is getting weaker and weaker, and they can only protect their own ports.

"This sea area is a paradise for pirates, which is very unfavorable to us adventurers, so I hope to organize everyone, establish a loose alliance, and unite in the face of danger.

"This alliance will not be too binding. You can choose to sit on the sidelines when other adventurers are in danger, and no one will punish you. It's just that if you encounter similar situations later, you don't need to expect help.

"In addition, what I can promise is that when the adventurers of this alliance buy items from me, they can get a discount close to the reserve price. When selling the harvest, it is at least equal to the market price."

After the introduction, Bilt looked at the new adventurer opposite with a smile, and said with a smile:

"How is it? Are you interested in joining this loose alliance? Don't worry, you won't have extra expenses. Our purpose is to help each other when we meet pirates."

Klein nodded and said:

"Sounds good."

"Haha, I think so too. I once wanted to name this alliance 'Adventure Brotherhood', but later felt that the word 'brother' was too mandatory, so I changed it to 'Adventurer Mutual Aid'." Bilt laughed at himself.

Having said that, he lowered his hand holding the cigar, tapped his lower lip, shook his head and said with a smile:

"Sorry, forgot to ask your name."

Klein kept his posture unchanged, and replied in a low voice:

"Gehrman Sparrow."

"Gehrman Sparrow..." Bilt's eyelids twitched, his smile instantly became a little stiff, and the bodyguards around him tensed up, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Bildt quickly returned to normal. He didn't bother to find out whether it was the real Gehrman Sparrow or a fake liar. He laughed and said:

"Is there anything you want to buy? I have a lot of good things here."

"The spring water from Sunya's golden spring." Klein said calmly on the outside, but cautiously on the inside.

He didn't mention the bark of the dragon-marked tree. Anyway, this material can be bought in the herbal medicine store.

Bilt Brando breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and said with a smile:

"Simple.

"30 pounds for 100ml.

"Believe me, even if you go to Sonia Island, it will be at most a few pounds cheaper than this price. Those savages from Feysac have sealed off the springs, and it is difficult for others to get."

"Deal." Klein has a general understanding of the price of Golden Spring, and knows that 30 pounds for 100 ml is indeed quite cheap.

After completing the deal, Bilt was about to speak after deliberation, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

After getting his permission, a guard came in, leaned into his ear, and whispered a few words.

Bilt's expression darkened suddenly, and his whole person looked abnormally cold, exuding an indescribable murderous aura.

Sure enough, the strength is quite good. He was either a well-known adventurer or a well-known pirate in the past... There should be a mid-sequence... Klein looked at the other party and made a judgment calmly.

Bilt turned his head, reluctantly said to Klein:

"Mr Sparrow, I have something to attend to.

"I'll have a drink with you later."

"Okay." Klein stood up slowly, without any intention of interfering in the other party's affairs.

Of course, this does not mean that he is not curious, but curiosity is not enough for him to change his behavior.

After leaving the "Sweet Lemon" bar, Klein returned to the rented hotel smoothly.

…………

City of Silver, "daytime" with frequent lightning.

Derrick Berg finished practicing the various extraordinary abilities of the "Sun Priest", and walked along the edge of the training ground in the direction of the twin towers.

After many Tarot gatherings, he has gradually figured out the rules, knowing how many high and low lightning frequency alternations, he will be pulled into the gray mist by Mister Fool.

And now, it's the last "day".

Because of this, he went to the library to look through the historical materials related to the ancient gods, so that he could dedicate them to Mr. Fool at that time.

When passing through the partition of the training ground, Derrick subconsciously looked inside. There were members of the exploration team resting there. They were the members of the exploration team led by the chief elder of the six-member council, Colin Iliad!

They ended their exploration based on the description of the little boy Jack not long ago, returned to Silver City, and are in the isolation stage.

Derrick withdrew his gaze with a slight sense of heaviness, walked all the way to the steeple, went up to the third floor, and entered the library.

He was about to walk towards the bookshelf where mythological materials and ancient classics were placed, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

It was a white, tender and beautiful lady in her thirties. She was wearing a black robe with many mysterious purple patterns, and her silver-gray hair was slightly curled down.

She is the old Lovia Tiffany, the head of the six-member council who has been imprisoned for a long time!

The light gray pupils of the other party swept across, and Derrick suddenly felt that his soul was pierced, and he froze uncontrollably for a second.

"Good luck, Elder Lovia." He hurriedly lowered his head and pressed his hands on his chest.

Lovia came over, nodded slightly and said:

"I'm out of quarantine."

After she finished speaking calmly, she turned and left, as if she was announcing something.

Derrick stood where he was, with a layer of cold sweat unconsciously breaking out from his back.

How could she be released? The six-member council has confirmed that she has no problem? Derrick thought very tensely.

…………

Monday afternoon, above the gray fog.

Klein leaned on the armrest with his elbows, clasped his palms lightly, and watched the crimson rays of light light up, degenerating into blurred figures one by one.

Then, he heard Miss Justice's brisk greeting:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

PS: It may be something like going up the mountain while guarding the spirit before. After I came back, I caught a cold. It was mainly a sore throat. Because of the potency of the medicine, I only wrote one chapter yesterday, so without the manuscript, the number of words in this paper is relatively small. Also, ask for a monthly ticket, there is only one more day left in January, it will be a waste if you don’t vote~...

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