Chapter 136 Volunteer

Sweet Lemon Bar is on the second floor, in the boss's room.

Bilt Brando was standing by the window with a cigar between his teeth, his eyes were unfocused looking outside, his face was terribly gloomy.

At this time, a bodyguard approached, slightly bent his back, and said cautiously:

"Sir, Sothoth has returned from the east."

"Let him in." Bilt tried his best to adjust his expression.

Sotos Young is his deputy, an important member of the loose organization "Adventurers Mutual Aid".

In less than a minute, Sotos, who was wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and a dark red turban, walked in. He appeared to be in his thirties, with a bronze complexion, deep-set eye sockets, and a dark beard on his lips and chin. At first glance, it looks like the kind of person who often floats on the sea.

Sotos saluted unofficially, and took a look at Bilt Brando:

"Boss, something went wrong?"

"Well, there was an accident, and it seems that things will fail." Bilt didn't hide anything, and sighed, "I don't even know how to explain to that big shot."

Without waiting for Sothos to respond, he turned to ask:

"Is there any change in the east?"

"It's still the same. The pirates chase every ship that can be plundered, and even target each other. The navy can only defend the various colonial points, barely maintain the smooth passage, and protect the relatively important ships. Naval battles often break out. Win or lose." Sotos shrugged his shoulders.

"The east of the Sunya Sea is really a chaotic paradise for pirates..." Bilt sighed and echoed.

Sotos thought for a while, and added:

"On the islands to the east, there have been some news recently. It is said that it was first spread from the Black Death."

"'Vice Admiral Illness'? What news?" Bilt cheered up and asked.

Sotos said with some dignity and some excitement:

"'Vice Admiral Disease' was indeed assassinated and seriously injured, and the person who did it was the adventurer Gehrman Sparrow!"

"Gehrman Sparrow?" Bilt blurted out.

"Yes, it's him! He's really a pirate general! Even if it was a sneak attack, it was on the Black Death, and there were many well-known pirates around, but he still severely injured the 'Vice Admiral of Disease' and escaped smoothly. Afterwards, he also hunted down Mithor the Whisperer." Sotos gave an affirmative answer with emotion.

Bilt took two steps and sighed:

"This is big news.

"Adventurers who are pirate general level powerhouses are very rare in themselves, and there is only one who can severely injure the opponent on the pirate general's flagship. This kind of action requires not only absolute confidence in one's own strength, but also enough madness. Only lunatics Only then will they sneak directly into the flagship of the pirate general and try to assassinate them instead of looking for another location!"

Having said that, his complexion changed slightly:

"I met an adventurer who called himself Gehrman Sparrow last night."

"Really, or is it fake?" Sotos shrank his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Not sure, I haven't seen the real Gehrman Sparrow, as well as his photos and portraits.

Bilt shook his head.

Sotos pondered and said:

"You can collect the newspapers of the Rorsted Islands to confirm. After so many days, some passengers should have brought the corresponding "Newspaper" and "Sonia Morning Post". Well, there are places like the government, the police station, the church, and charitable organizations. Subscribe to the important newspapers of Rorsted Islands."

Rorsted Islands is the largest and most important colony of the Loen Kingdom in the Central Sonia Sea, and its influence radiates around. Oravi Island, which is only a three-day voyage away, is undoubtedly in this ranks. Official institutions or church organizations will Subscribe to the newspapers and magazines there, and you can read non-important news in three to four days.

"Hmm." Bill nodded, and asked deeply, "Are there any specific details about Gehrman Sparrow's assassination of 'Vice Admiral Disease'?"

Sotos recalled:

"It is said that Gehrman Sparrow can transform into anyone, just like the former 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilingus.

"It is precisely because of this ability that he successfully sneaked into the Black Death and found a chance to assassinate."

"Can become anyone..." Bilt's eyes suddenly lit up.

No, no, that was a guy who was crazy enough to sneak into the Black Death to assassinate the "Vice Admiral of Disease". People were instinctively afraid and just wanted to stay away... Bilt's eyes dimmed immediately.

And I don't know if it's true... He subconsciously shook his head.

…………

I don't know when the "Nighthawks" and "Mechanical Heart" will take action to deal with the anomaly on Williams Street. I hope they can do it as soon as possible... While thinking about it, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real world.

After thinking for a while, he pulled out a piece of letter paper and laid it out on the brown desk.

The dark red water-absorbing pen rustled around. Klein first cared about Mr. Azik's recent situation, and then mentioned that when he was looking for a magical item that could steal other people's extraordinary abilities, he found someone was parasitized by an outsider.

Then, he asked casually if there was a way to bypass the parasitic outsider and alert the host.

Using this excuse, he also said that he knew from others the "Insect of Time" related to the high level of the "Thief" pathway, and figured out that this kind of thing can be used as a sacrifice for important rituals and materials for high-level spells. But I don't know exactly what to do.

Phew... Klein put down the pen, folded the letter paper, took out the copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard.

The bones gushed out like a fountain, forming the huge courier, but this time, the courier no longer drilled out from downstairs, but, like so many times before, passed through the ceiling and looked down at the summoner.

Klein knew that it wasn't because the messenger had become impolite again, but because he was currently living on the first floor of the hotel...

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the letter paper like a dart, and let it fall accurately into the huge white bone palm.

The flames in the messenger's eye sockets jumped twice, as if staring at Klein, but nothing happened in the end.

Its body disintegrated into a waterfall of white bones, one by one burrowing into the ground.

After finishing all this, Klein didn't unfold the thousand paper cranes, erased what he had written before, and consulted "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin with the same content.

This is because he discovered something not so good. The paper crane is not a magical item or a extraordinary weapon, but it is folded from an ordinary piece of paper. After repeated rubbing with an eraser, it has shown signs of weakness. Once, maybe it will be broken directly.

"It's better to wait for something very important to be contacted before considering it. For example, Mr. Ards doesn't know how to bypass the possessed grandfather to remind Leonard..." Klein shook his head silently, and quickly packed the items on the table.

In addition, he has not dared to contact Arrods with a radio receiver recently, because the strong man sent by the "True Creator" is probably still wandering around, looking for the breath of the "Eye of All Black", while the gray mist The "taste" of God may also have attracted the attention of the "True Creator" and informed the believers.

"Continue to be a traveler today, relax a bit, and start looking for real acting opportunities tomorrow!" Klein restrained his thoughts, put on his coat, took off his top hat, and walked out of the hotel room.

He's going to watch the sunset on the hill outside the port of Oravi!

This idea originated from a best-selling novel. Its author is Leon Mustang, who was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he was 20 years old. In the book, this gentleman introduced the port San Draco Mountain with emotion. The sunset, thinking that this is the most beautiful scenery he has seen so far.

Klein rode out of the city in a carriage, walked to the foot of San Draco Mountain, and climbed this low mountain in only one hour.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sun gradually set, dyeing the blue ocean on the left side of the mountain like a fire, and covering the green woods and vast fields on the right with a piece of gold.

All the colors bloomed their final brilliance at this moment, and then gradually dimmed until they became dark.

Ships enter, carriages enter the city, and busy people return home one after another along the road beside the wheat field or orchard.

When the darkness began to cover the land, a little bit of warm light lit up inside and outside the city one after another, they were like bright gems on black velvet.

It's really beautiful... Klein admired it for a moment, until the lights representing each family caught his eyes.

He turned around in silence, walked along the mountain road, surrounded by black-stained trees, returned to the bottom, then walked a certain distance, and hired a carriage at the edge of the port city.

The carriage moved forward steadily, and the iron-black and elegant street light poles quietly retreated and moved away under the dim yellow light.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein returned to the hotel, took out the key, and opened the door.

Inside the room, the bed, desk, and chairs all lay quietly in the thick darkness, silently reflecting some crimson moonlight.

Klein closed the door slightly, walked to the window, and stood in the shadow caused by the curtain, not moving for a long time.

It was brightly lit outside.

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Early the next morning.

Klein turned on the faucet and slapped the cold tap water on his face, and he suddenly became sober.

He has already figured out where to start to find opportunities for real acting:

It is still a hospital where the dead may occur at any time!

——In the past, Klein just went to those places and wandered around for a while, and it was really difficult to find a suitable partner. This time, he decided to be a volunteer for a period of time, staying in the hospital for a long time, caring for those who temporarily have no family members The dying at your side, only in this way can you wait for the desired object.

After breakfast, Klein came to No. 10 Heilin Street and entered the "Olavi Medical Rescue Foundation".

This is a charitable organization with the background of the Evernight Goddess Church, and one of its responsibilities is to provide trained volunteers to various hospitals.

When Klein came to the registration office, he saw the female staff member flipping through a newspaper, so he tapped the surface of the table.

"What's the matter?" the lady asked while putting down the newspaper.

"I want to be a volunteer." Klein said succinctly.

"Name." The lady looked up to the opposite side.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, her right hand shook, and the pen she had just picked up fell to the ground with a clatter.

On the newspaper in front of her, there happened to be an almost real portrait.

The owner of this portrait belongs to the crazy and dangerous adventurer Gehrman Sparrow!

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