Oravi Medical Aid Foundation.
The lady in charge of the volunteer registration hurriedly bent down and frantically fumbled for the fountain pen that had fallen to the ground. At this moment, Klein also noticed that she had been reading the News Bulletin from a few days ago. It was the issue with his portrait and deeds.
They also subscribe to the Rorsted Archipelago's newspapers? Considering the time it took for the ship to arrive, I can only read old news from three or four days ago … If I had known this would happen, I would have created a new face and thought of a fake name … Klein stood in front of his desk and thought helplessly.
The lady in her thirties finally picked up the pen, raised her face, and said with a trembling voice, "I'm sorry.
With a trembling voice, she said, "Y-you want to volunteer?"
"Yes," Klein gave an affirmative answer.
"B-but you're an adventurer," the frightened lady stuttered as she found an excuse.
She instinctively didn't want such an extremely dangerous fellow to become a volunteer.
Being famous isn't necessarily a good thing … Forget it, I'll change my face, clothes, and name before coming back … Klein had already given up, but he asked without any emotion on his face,
"Who made the rule that adventurers can't do volunteer work?"
The lady in charge of the registration looked as though she was about to cry as she blurted out,
"It wasn't me!"
The volunteer registration room instantly turned abnormally quiet. Klein was first taken aback before he felt like laughing. It wasn't easy for him to maintain his image as German Sparrow.
The lady calmed down a little and realized that there was an obvious problem with her answer. She forced a smile and said,
"No, I mean that no one made the rule.
"It's just that my impression of adventurers is that they're very busy and need to go out to sea. They rarely have time to do volunteer work."
"That's them," Klein replied succinctly.
The lady covered her mouth with her palm and smiled again.
"Alright, I'll help you register immediately."
As she spoke, she took out a form and handed it over.
"Fill it out. We'll provide the corresponding training and volunteer positions according to your requirements.
"We'll contact you. You can also come and ask yourself."
She had already made up her mind not to put the form filled out by German Sparrow into the file. Instead, she would directly hand it over to the foundation's person-in-charge and hand it over to the police station.
Goddess, why would such a dangerous fellow be doing volunteer work? She quietly drew a crimson moon on her chest.
Klein nodded silently, took the form, sat down, picked up a pen, and began filling in the basic content.
During this process, a man in a white doctor's robe came in and asked,
"Juana, is there a new volunteer? We are going to start the morning training. "
Juana, who was in charge of registration, wanted to shake her head, but the German Sparrow sitting opposite her gave her a strong sense of urgency even though he did not speak or raise his head. She did not dare to lie.
"Yes." She first responded to the man in the white coat, then looked at Klein and said, "Mr. Sparrow, do you want to receive the basic volunteer training now, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?"
Klein thought for a moment.
"Now."
He planned to familiarize himself with it so that he could change his identity and become a professional volunteer in the future. This way, he could quickly enter the hospital to help.
Joanna took a deep breath and said:
"Then fill out the form and follow Mr. Graja."
"Alright," Klein replied calmly.
Half an hour later, the calm and polite German Sparrow, who hid his insanity, looked at the abnormally dirty toilet in front of him and held his breath.
"Clean it?"
"Yes, you have already received simple training on carrying patients, but this isn't what we do most often in the hospital. We are mainly in charge of cleaning the patient's vomit, changing the items on the bed, and maintaining the washroom clean and hygienic. Heh heh, things like bandaging wounds are left to the professionals. We only need to have a basic grasp of it." Graja pinched his nose and pointed at the toilet in front of him that was covered in yellow and black stains. "A volunteer has already demonstrated it. You may begin."
This is different from what I imagined … Different … Klein's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but in the end, he picked up the cleaning tools with a deadpan expression. Enduring the intense disgust, he went over and squatted down.
Following that, he leaned back slightly and stretched out his right hand.
At noon, Klein took off his white coat, wore his top hat, and left the Oravi Medical Rescue Foundation with a cold expression.
He had a strong waver over whether he should do volunteer work or seek out acting opportunities in the future.
Only when he arrived at Sweet Lemon Bar by carriage did he make up his mind to continue trying.
I have to become a Marionettist in 1350 and digest this potion before beginning my search for clues to a High-Sequence Beyonder. Klein emphasized his goal again.
He reined in his emotions and entered Sweet Lemon Bar. He spent eight pence at the bar counter for a pork chop with apple juice and a piece of buttered bread.
This, along with a rye beer worth 1.5 pence, formed Klein's lunch.
He finished his meal unhurriedly and took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
He said to the bartender, "Where's your boss? I have something I need him for. "
Since he had verbally agreed to join the Adventurer Association, Klein naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to make use of this loose alliance. He planned on getting Bilt Brando's help in contacting an Artisan who was willing to do private work to create something similar to Aztec's copper whistle. This would prevent him from having to set up a ritual and recite an incantation every time he summoned a messenger. It was complicated, troublesome, and time-consuming.
Of course, if Bilt Brando didn't know an Artisan, Klein wouldn't force him. After all, he didn't need to pay to join the Adventurer Association.
The bartender pointed at the staircase and said, "He's on the second floor.
"He's on the second floor.
"If you have already agreed to join his alliance and meet those bodyguards, they will let you up."
Klein nodded indiscernibly as he slowly got up and walked to the staircase.
Indeed, no guards stopped him. It was only when he reached the second floor that a bodyguard came to inquire about him.
Thanks to Gehrman Sparrow's reputation, he easily met Bilt Brando again. He also discovered that there was an unfamiliar man beside him.
"My friend, Sothoth Young, an important member of the association." Bilt pointed at the man in the dark red headscarf.
At the same time, he exchanged looks with him and saw the same heavy and puzzled look on each other's faces.
After a simple greeting, Klein found a chair and sat down. He very directly said, "I wish to obtain an Artisan's help.
"I hope to obtain the Artisan's help. I wonder if the Fraternity can provide any clues."
"Artisan?" Bilt took a puff of his cigar and paused for a few seconds. After some deliberation, he said, "I do know an Artisan, but he doesn't wish to meet people he's not familiar with. It will bring him great danger. If you have any requests, I can help you. I believe I have the credibility to do so."
To the various Churches, Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders who didn't have any ill intentions could be ignored at times, but Artisans had to be dealt with indiscriminately. Otherwise, it would lead to the proliferation of mystical items, bringing great instability to human society.
From the looks of it, Bilt's organization of the Adventurer Association isn't just a waste of money. At the very least, he has gathered quite a bit of resources and channels … Klein took out the Murloc Puppet he had long prepared.
"I wish to make it into a ring that mainly provides underwater mobility."
He temporarily didn't mention anything about the messenger. He planned on testing the Artisan's abilities and the credibility of Bilt and company. If the incantation to summon the messenger were to spread too widely, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
A Sequence 9 Beyonder characteristic isn't expensive. Even if Bilt becomes greedy and hides a mystical item that has been made, it doesn't matter. After all, I still have a bunch of charms from the Sea God domain … Besides, it's not like I can't come knocking on his door to collect the debt. That's even better. For him to organize an Adventurer Association, he definitely has plenty of money and ingredients … As Klein thought about it, he couldn't help but size up Bilt.
At that instant, Bilt shuddered for some baffling reason as the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
He felt that German Sparrow's gaze was like he was looking at a treasure!
And as a treasure, this wasn't a good experience.
Bilt looked at Sothoth beside him and forced a smile.
"This is a murloc's bladder, right?
"There's basically no accident when creating a mystical item with ingredients of this level.
"The craftsman's fee is 150 pounds. You can pay me after the job is done."
A very fair price … Klein nodded silently and tossed the murloc's bladder over.
After Bilt caught it, he added,
"Also, help me ask that Artisan if he has the ability to solidify the ritual to summon a spirit world creature on an item. The requirement is that it can be used for at least a year."
"No problem." Bilt heaved a sigh of relief and gave Sothoth a look.
Sothoth rubbed his sunken eye sockets and stepped forward.
"Mr. Gehrman, do you have any interest in going out to sea?
"We already have a few good ships and are planning to gather people to hunt pirates in the east."
Interesting … But my current focus is on digesting the potion … Klein calmly shook his head.
The smile on Sothoth's face froze for a moment before disappearing.
He didn't say anything else because it was a rejection from an adventurer at the level of a pirate admiral. He and Bilt had already gathered the corresponding newspapers and confirmed the authenticity of the German Sparrow.
Klein slowly got up, pressed his hat to his chest, and bowed slightly.
"Thank you for your help."
Bilt's facial muscles contorted as though he was forcefully holding back something as he was about to say something.
Finally, he slowly drew a breath and revealed a smile.
"I should say that it's been a pleasure working with you."
Klein sensed Bilt and Sothoth's abnormality, but he repressed his puzzlement and didn't ask anything.
I can't ask. Once I do, there'll be trouble and something will happen … I need to focus on digesting the potion … Klein turned around, walked to the door, and turned the handle.
"Mr. Gehrman," Bilt suddenly blurted out.
The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he calmly turned his head and looked over.
"Nothing? Haha, what I mean is that as a member of the fraternity, it'll be cheaper for you to drink here, "Bilt said with a forced smile.
Do you think I'll ask what's going on? Tsk … Klein nodded slightly, opened the door, and walked out.
Watching his back disappear, Bilt was taken aback for two seconds before he let out a long sigh.
PS: Please guarantee a monthly ticket for the new year ~
。 Divine King of the Nine Heavens
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