Ten in the evening, Swordfish Bar.
Klein, who hadn't received his bounty after waiting the entire afternoon, specially went out and circled around Oz Kent. He received the answer that the process had been completed, but the money would only be distributed the next morning.
He also disguised himself and participated in the private transactions of the adventurers in Swordfish Bar. Unfortunately, he failed to discover the main ingredient or mystical item of the Nimblewright Master potion.
Changing back to his original appearance, Klein pressed down on his top hat and attempted to squeeze through the crowd to leave the bar that was at its most lively and bustling stage.
At this moment, gazes swept across his face. Most of them were first taken aback before clearly pausing for two seconds, as though they were trying to identify something.
Suddenly, they retracted their gazes and retreated far away from Klein like a tide that had been parted.
They had already learned of German Sparrow's looks and strength from the newspapers and rumors. More details had gradually spread among adventurers, pirates, and gang members, allowing many people to gain a basic understanding of the situation back then. They knew that the moment German Sparrow discovered Wormtongue Misol King, he had instantly drawn his gun and shot. Therefore, everyone consciously distanced themselves from the dangerous fellow.
The merchant, Ralph, was drinking at the bar when he suddenly sensed something amiss. He instinctively turned his body and looked over.
He quickly saw a silent gentleman with a thin face and sharp features. His mind naturally surfaced the corresponding portrait published in the News.
The German Sparrow who hunted Wormtongue!
Right on the heels of that, Ralph recalled the casual conversation he had with the leader of the Resistance, Kalat, in the evening. He confirmed that the crazy adventurer in front of him wasn't averse to Sea God and had even witnessed the private transaction between the Resistance and Vice Admiral Iceberg.
Perhaps I can develop him into a believer of Sea God … Even if he isn't interested in the archipelago's future, he might be able to provide help in certain matters … Ralph clasped his hands and placed them by his mouth as though he was blowing a conch. This was one of the gestures used to pray to Sea God Cavituis.
Then, he suddenly got up and walked towards German Sparrow with a beer glass in hand.
At this moment, Klein also noticed Ralph's approach and recognized him.
He was a devout believer who once offered a third of his twenty thousand pounds to the Sea God!
That was the former pirate who was now a merchant who was sent to the children's charity fund!
Through the news about the charity foundation and Ralph's devout prayers, Luke had a good understanding of Ralph. Therefore, he was very confused as to why Ralph would try to get in touch with the German Sparrow.
A commission? Things that the Resistance Army was unable to do for various reasons? Klein looked at Ralph and slowed down.
"Mr. Gehrman Sparrow?" Ralph raised the beer glass in his hand.
Klein nodded and naturally maintained his persona.
"I don't know you."
"Haha, it's always easy for adventurers to get to know each other. Maybe all it takes is a glass of wine." Ralph pointed at the bar. "Are you interested in a glass?"
"Okay," Klein answered simply, hiding his doubts.
Sitting at the corner of the bar counter, he ordered a glass of Southville beer. As he drank, he looked at Ralph without taking the initiative to speak.
It wasn't a good experience to be silently stared at by a pirate admiral. Ralph drank a mouthful of beer to conceal his tense nerves. He laughed.
"I've heard of you. Before today's matter, I knew that you were a true gentleman who didn't discriminate against the natives of the colony."
Lines flashed through Klein's mind before he finally fixed on a few words that suited his persona.
"Get to the point."
"…" Ralph nearly choked as he coughed lightly.
"Do I have the honor of introducing you to our god, the savior of the archipelago, the Blessed of the Sea, Cavituis?
"As you know, the sea is so vast and the storms are so terrifying. Even a mighty figure at the level of the Four Kings cannot guarantee that he will be able to overcome the various difficulties and survive. At such times, we need a deity, a deity who can respond to you, a deity who wields the authority of the sea and storms."
Introduce me to me, then get me to believe in myself … Klein controlled the twitching of the corners of his mouth as he said, "I'm more interested in whether you have any mystical items.
"What I'm more interested in is if you have any mystical items, ones that are very powerful and offensive."
Ralph revealed a sincere smile.
"We don't.
"But as long as you piously believe in Sea God, there might come a day when you will receive the corresponding bestowment."
I don't … Don't make random promises for me! Klein was momentarily amused and infuriated.
He felt that there was no way to continue the conversation, so he downed half a cup of Southville beer.
"I'll think about it."
Just as he was about to leave, the bartender suddenly came over and smiled shyly.
"Mr. German Sparrow, there's a request for you."
"What is it?" Klein swept a glance at Ralph.
The latter tactfully held his beer and left his seat.
He was already very satisfied with today's outcome. This was because he never expected to develop the crazy adventurer into a believer of Sea God in one go. His goal was to let him know of such a possibility and take the initiative to consider the pros and cons.
When the corner of the bar returned to silence, the bartender hurriedly said with a smile, "He claims to be an apothecary you know.
"He claims to be a pharmacist that you know, and he has a mission for you. If you're interested, you can wait here. We'll contact him according to the agreed method."
An apothecary I know? The chubby Darkwill? Darkwill who rears a chubby owl? What kind of request would he have? Save his teacher, Roy King? I can't do such a thing. The risk is just too high … As his thoughts raced, Klein decided to first hear what the request was.
"Alright."
…
When it was almost eleven, Klein met the cowering chubby Apothecary Darkwill in Billiard Room 3 of Swordfish Bar.
He had already changed out of his relatively conspicuous village witch doctor robe and was dressed like a native — a Taraba shirt, wide-legged pants, and a thick coffee-colored jacket. As for the round-faced owl, it was silently perched on Darkwill's right shoulder as it stared intently at the adventurer opposite it.
It's very similar to the way Miss Justice sizes up the other Tarot members … This owl might really be a Beyonder creature, a Spectator type? Klein made a judgment inwardly, but he didn't show it on his face.
He asked in a deep voice, "What request do you have?"
"It's like this." The chubby Apothecary had his left hand in his pocket as he clenched the ring box tightly. "I'm about to go on a trip to another island. Heh heh, it will take about three days. Due to certain matters, I might encounter danger. Of course, it's also possible that I won't. In short, I need a bodyguard, and you are the best candidate I can think of. "
You make it sound as though I'm not that powerful, but you know very few people … Instead of saving my teacher and leaving Bayam, you're seeking help? Or could it be that he has already been rescued, and the danger comes from the military's pursuit? As Klein guessed the truth of the matter, he calmly asked, "How dangerous is it?"
"How dangerous is it?"
Darkwill's lips quivered a few times.
"I can't be sure. If the danger exceeds your capabilities, you can directly hand me over to them. This is a promise we made now. It won't ruin your reputation."
If I didn't know that your words are always harsh, I would've thought that you were trying to goad me into doing so … Klein thought for a moment.
"What kind of payment can you pay?"
Darkwill originally wanted to directly say the answer he had long thought of, but he was momentarily hesitant. This was because the matter was indeed very dangerous. If he didn't have enough bargaining chips, it would be very difficult to move the German Sparrow. He was afraid that the bodyguard would give up resisting before the situation became hopeless. This was also the reason why he had to hire a powerhouse.
Klein swept a glance at him and said coldly, "You can consider it first.
"You can consider it first.
"I'll head to the washroom. You can tell me the answer when I return."
With that said, he turned around and walked to the door. He twisted the handle and stepped out.
His response appeared experienced, with the coolness and coldness of an adventurer or bounty hunter. But in fact, he didn't really want to give the chubby Apothecary time to think. He was purely finding an opportunity to head to the washroom and divine above the gray fog.
This was the crux of the matter if he wanted to take on the mission!
After leaving the billiard room and coming to the washroom, Klein lined up for a while before finally waiting for an empty toilet.
As soon as he entered, he frowned. He was disgusted by the filthy environment and the stench. He almost turned around and left.
He resisted the urge to close the door and hit the flush button in disgust. As he lamented the harsh environment of the divination, he took four steps counterclockwise and began the ritual.
In the chess room, Darkwill waited until Gehrman Sparrow's back completely vanished before he nimbly closed the door and asked the owl on his shoulder, "There's no need for that.
"Will he betray me?"
"No," muttered the Owl. "And be polite when you ask me questions. Mr. Harry, please."
The fat on Darkwill's face trembled.
"Mr. Harry, what do you think he will accept?"
"It's hard for me to see through him. He's good at hiding his expressions," the owl replied calmly.
Damn Mr. Harry, no, damn the silly bird! Darkwill cursed inwardly as he paced back and forth, considering his bargaining chips.
After a while, Klein returned to Billiard Room 3 and asked,
"Have you thought it through?"
He had already divined above the gray fog, and the danger of the mission was acceptable. Furthermore, he happened to be planning on leaving Bayam in the near future.
"800 pounds for three days, as well as our friendship. I'm referring to the friendship between my teacher and his friends," Darkwill said without much confidence.
Klein fell silent for a few seconds.
"1,000 pounds for three days.
"In addition, your organization will help me obtain a powerful offensive mystical item. I will pay in cash according to a reasonable price."
1,000 pounds? I don't have that much … Darkwill hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll pay 300 pounds in advance.
I'll pay the rest when I reach my destination and find the person I'm looking for. "
He planned on getting his teacher's teacher to repay the balance.
Klein nodded calmly.
"Deal."
Darkwill immediately heaved a sigh of relief as he thickened his skin and said with a smile,
"Can I assume that the protection will take effect from now on?"
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