Klein sat in front of the bar counter and slammed his fists on the table.
"A glass of Southville beer."
Behind him, a few guards were hesitating if they should come over to warn him or pretend that no one had fired their guns.
The bartender signaled the guards with his eyes, picked up a glass, and chuckled.
He chuckled and said, "Why don't you have a glass of Sweet Lemon?
"Our boss once went to Trier to learn how to mix drinks and mastered many of the cocktails left behind by Rosell The Great. He also created Oravi's most popular Sweet Lemon."
Klein wasn't tempted at all as he calmly replied, "I only drink beer."
"I only drink beer."
"Alright." The bartender wasn't in a hurry to take the glass of Southville beer as he said with a smile, "Sir, are you an adventurer?"
Klein nodded and didn't answer.
The bartender didn't hesitate as he said with a smile, "Perhaps you should meet our boss.
He's always very friendly to new adventurers and is happy to treat them to a drink. Besides, this will help you in other ways. "
Klein, who had planned on buying the supplementary ingredients for a Nimblewright Master, didn't reject the offer. He took out a brass penny, flicked it up, and caught it firmly.
He placed the penny on the bar counter as a fee to thank the bartender for the reminder. He slowly stood up and followed a guard up the stairs to the second floor, entering a room on the other end of the corridor.
The room was covered in thick, brown, and soft carpet. It emanated the faint smell of high-quality coal, mixed with the fragrance of a cigar.
A middle-aged man with blonde hair combed back was sitting in a reclining chair. He was smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper. Around him were more than six bodyguards.
Although Klein wasn't a Beyonder in the Spectator domain, making it impossible for him to determine the characteristics and strength of the bodyguards from the details, nor was he a Mystery Pryer or Monster pathway. He could see certain secrets and discover things that others couldn't, his spiritual intuition made him believe that there were definitely Beyonders among the bodyguards, Beyonders that could pose a certain threat to him.
The middle-aged man put down the newspaper and tugged at the collar of his black shirt. He slowly stood up and extended his right hand.
"Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend."
His blue eyes had a hint of a smile, making him look rather sincere.
Klein also extended his right hand and lightly touched the other party's. He didn't say anything and waited for the other party to speak.
The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the reclining chair and chuckled.
"I'm the boss here, Bilt Brando.
"I used to be an adventurer, and my strength was not bad. At least I was able to survive until now and earn quite a lot of money."
He's very confident in his strength, which is why he dared to express it so directly … Klein sat down without standing on ceremony. He leaned forward slightly and waited expressionlessly for Bilt to continue.
Upon receiving no response from the adventurer, Bilt sat down again and puffed on his cigar.
"Frankly speaking, I do have my own reasons for meeting with every new adventurer."
He pointed to the nautical chart on the desk in the room and described it in a magnetic voice.
"Heading east from the Rorsted Archipelago, the sea will become more and more chaotic. The military and the Church's strength will decrease, and they can only protect their own ports.
"These waters are a paradise for pirates, and it's extremely disadvantageous to us adventurers. Therefore, I wish to organize everyone and establish a loose alliance to unite when facing danger.
"This alliance won't have any strong restrictions. You can choose to watch from the sidelines when other adventurers encounter danger, and no one will punish you. However, if you encounter similar situations in the future, there's no need to hope for help.
"In addition, I can promise you that adventurers in this alliance will receive a discount that's close to the bottom price when purchasing items from me. When selling your spoils, it will be at least equivalent to the market price."
After the introduction, Bilt smiled at the new adventurer and chuckled.
"How about it? Are you interested in joining this loose alliance? Don't worry, you won't have any additional expenses. Our aim is to help each other when we encounter pirates. "
Klein nodded.
"Sounds good."
"Haha, I think so too. I once wanted to name this alliance Brotherhood of Adventurers, but I later felt that the word 'Brotherhood' was too forceful, so I changed it to Adventurers Association." Bilt gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Having said that, he lowered his cigar-wielding hand and smacked his lips, shaking his head with a smile.
"Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name."
Klein maintained his posture and replied in a deep voice, "That's right.
"German Sparrow."
"German Sparrow …" Bilt's eyelids twitched as his smile instantly stiffened. The bodyguards around him tensed up as though they were facing a formidable enemy.
Bilt quickly returned to normal. He didn't probe if it was the real Gehrman Sparrow or an imposter. He chuckled.
"Is there anything you want to buy? I have a lot of good stuff here. "
"The spring water of Sonia's Golden Spring," Klein said cautiously while appearing calm on the outside.
He did not mention the bark of the Dragon Tree. Anyway, there was a good chance that he could buy it in the herb store.
Bilt Brando heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.
"It's simple.
"Thirty pounds for a hundred milliliters.
"Trust me. Even if you go to Sonia Island, you will at most be a few pounds cheaper than this price. Those Feysac barbarians have sealed off all the springs, making it very difficult for others to obtain them."
"Deal." Klein had a general understanding of the golden spring's price and knew that thirty pounds for a hundred milliliters was indeed rather cheap.
After completing the transaction, Bilt deliberated and was just about to speak when he heard a knock on the door.
After obtaining his permission, a guard came in and whispered a few words into his ear.
Bilt's expression instantly sank as he appeared abnormally cold and sinister. He emitted an indescribable killing intent.
Indeed, he's rather strong. In the past, he was either a famous adventurer or a famous pirate … He should be a Mid-Sequence Beyonder … Klein looked at him and calmly made a judgment.
Bilt turned his head and forced himself to say to Klein, "Mr. Sparrow, I have some matters to attend to.
"Mr. Sparrow, I have some matters to attend to.
"Let's have a drink together in the future."
"Alright." Klein slowly got up, having no intention of interfering in his matters.
Of course, this didn't mean that he wasn't curious. However, curiosity wasn't enough to change his style of doing things.
After leaving Sweet Lemon Bar, Klein successfully returned to his rented hotel.
…
City of Silver, "daytime" with frequent lightning.
After Derrick Berg finished practicing the various Beyonder powers of High Priest Sun, he walked along the edge of the training ground in the direction of the twin towers.
After many Tarot Gatherings, he had gradually figured out the pattern. He knew that he would be pulled above the gray fog by Mr. Fool after a certain number of alternating lightning frequencies.
And now, it was the final "day."
It was precisely because of this that he wanted to go to the library to read through the historical information regarding the ancient gods, so that he could offer it to Mr. Fool when the time came.
When he passed by the training ground's partition, he subconsciously looked inside. There were exploratory team members resting there. They were the exploratory team members led by the six-member council's Chief Elder, Colin Iliad!
They had recently ended the exploration based on Jack's description and had returned to the City of Silver. They were currently in the quarantine phase.
Derrick retracted his gaze with a heavy heart. He went all the way to the steeple, went up to the third floor, and entered the library.
Just as he was about to walk towards the bookshelf with mythological information and ancient tomes, he suddenly saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
It was a fair and beautiful lady in her thirties. She wore a black robe with many mysterious purple patterns, and her silver-gray hair was slightly curled down.
She was the leader of the six-member council, Elder Lovia Tiffany, who had been imprisoned for a long time!
Her pale gray eyes swept past him, and Derrick immediately felt as if his soul had been pierced through. He couldn't help but stiffen for a second.
"Good day, Elder Lovia." He hurriedly lowered his head and pressed his hand to his chest.
Lovia walked over and nodded gently.
"I've already been released from quarantine."
After she said that calmly, she turned around and left, as if she was announcing something.
Derrick stood rooted to the ground, his back subconsciously breaking out in a cold sweat.
How did she get released? The six-member council has already determined that there's nothing wrong with her? Derrick thought in an abnormally tense manner.
…
Monday afternoon, above the gray fog.
Klein rested his elbows on the armrest and crossed his palms as he watched the crimson beams light up and degenerate into blurry figures.
Then, he heard Miss Justice's brisk greeting.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~"
PS: Perhaps it's because of the wake on the mountain, I caught a cold after returning. It's mainly a sore throat. I endured it for a few days without taking any medicine, but in the end, I still couldn't take it. I could only rely on medicine to help. I'm much better now, but due to the effects of the medicine, I only wrote one chapter yesterday, so I don't have any drafts left. This page has fewer words. Also, I'm requesting for monthly votes. There's only one day left in a month. It'll be a waste if I don't vote ~
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