After thinking for a moment, Klein, who didn't have an answer, put away the thin blood crystal since he didn't sense any danger. Following that, he bent down to examine the half-headless and demonized Kircheis.
I wonder if I can still get a bounty like this. How much can I get … I wonder who the military liaison is? Send a telegram to Oz Kent? This round trip, together with the time it takes for him to operate remotely, will take at least three to four days. I'll have to leave tomorrow … Besides, I won't be able to avoid giving the middleman some benefits. He mumbled to himself and walked to the side. He picked up a half top hat with obvious charred marks and wore it.
Then, he dragged the heavy and huge corpse of the Evil Demon step by step to the door and reached out to open it.
A howling wind blew in as the silence in the room instantly vanished.
Klein closed his Spirit Body Threads with a pinch of his fingers and continued dragging the terrifying Devil corpse through the corridor and down the stairs to the first floor.
At that moment, there weren't many people left in the bar. The tables and chairs were overturned, and the ground was littered with debris. It was a mess.
Klein entered the lobby through the heavily damaged staircase. He surveyed the area and found the boss who was hiding behind the bar with a frown. There weren't many bodyguards he had hired left, and they were scattered around.
Tap. Tap … Klein walked over step by step as the Devil corpse behind him knocked away several tables and chairs.
"W-what do you want?" the boss took a step back and asked at the top of his lungs.
His bodyguards gathered over in fear. Their eyes darted around as their bodies moved in different directions. It was as though they would immediately run away the moment anything went wrong.
Klein stopped and threw Kircheis's corpse in front of him.
Then, he said in a deep and hoarse voice,
"Can you claim the bounty on my behalf?"
The boss was stunned for a second as he instinctively looked down and saw the gigantic Devil corpse with blue flames lingering around it.
He and his bodyguards drew a cold gasp as they had the illusion that they weren't in the real World.
This was a real Devil!
Apart from the lack of curved goat horns, it was exactly the same as the demons described in the Church's books and legends!
To the ordinary people who lived in the pirate paradise, witnessing supernatural powers wasn't something rare. In this aspect, they were clearly more knowledgeable than the citizens of the Oravi West colonies and the kingdom. However, as the owners and guards of a large bar, they had similarly never seen a true Devil. They even suspected that it was the Church's attempt to smear the reputation of unofficial Beyonders.
The boss retracted his gaze with great difficulty and looked at the cold-looking adventurer in tattered clothes.
"Yes. Th-they should have the means to confirm that this is Kircheis.
"Is it Kircheis?"
Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief and nodded silently.
The boss deliberated for two seconds before squeezing out a smile filled with fear.
"But you won't be able to get everything. As you know, you'll need to spend some money in the process. About 30%. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for a long time. 9,500 pounds isn't a small sum. For Toscarter Port, it'll take at least a week. Th-this is because there are frequent pirates and adventurers with bounties, so there's always a sizable amount of money. In Oravi Island or other places, it might take two weeks or even a month."
9,500 pounds was indeed not a small sum. Klein clearly remembered that back in Tingen, the Nighthawks' monthly budget was only about 1,000 pounds. It was even split between the Church and the police department.
He thought for a moment and said to the boss, "Do you know me?"
"Yes." The boss hurriedly nodded.
Klein swept his gaze at everyone and continued asking,
Klein swept his gaze across everyone and continued asking, "Who are you?
"Yes, yes." The boss didn't dare lie.
Klein tersely acknowledged and said in a straightforward tone, "Can you find out where I live?"
Klein tersely acknowledged and said in a flat and straightforward tone, "That's right.
Klein tersely acknowledged and said in a straightforward tone, "Send the 6,000 pounds bounty tomorrow afternoon."
6,000 pounds? That's less than 70%. That's more than 600 pounds … The boss was taken aback. He never expected the crazy adventurer to take the initiative to lower the price.
"Can you do it?" Klein asked again.
The additional 650 pounds was his compensation to the bar. After all, the situation here was rather tragic. However, such words couldn't be said by the crazy adventurer himself. He believed that the bar boss wasn't a philanthropist and definitely wouldn't hand over the extra money to others.
The boss thought seriously before answering, "Yes!
Yes! "
Even if the official process wasn't that fast, he wasn't worried. This was because he planned on borrowing a portion of the money, along with his savings, to pay for the bounty that German Sparrow needed.
There weren't many deals that could earn him a few hundred pounds, so he definitely couldn't let it go!
Klein nodded and didn't say another word. He turned around and walked to the bar's door.
When he approached the door, he took out a few glistening yellow copper coins from his pocket and threw them onto a small round table that hadn't collapsed.
Clink clink clank. The coins tumbled and settled down, totaling eight pence.
While doing this, Klein, who was dressed in a black suit, didn't slow down or stop. His back quickly disappeared from the door.
"W-what's the meaning of this?" the boss asked in surprise and confusion.
Most of the bodyguards shook their heads with the same expression, indicating that they didn't know the intentions behind German Sparrow's throwing of the coins.
The only bodyguard who was originally guarding the gate frowned and thought for a moment. He said uncertainly, "That's right.
He said with uncertainty, "When he first came in, he took someone's beer and threw it to Kircheis.
"Is this the money for that beer and the glass?"
The bar fell silent once again. Although the boss and the bodyguards couldn't accept such an explanation, they had a baffling feeling that it matched the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow's style.
…
Another set of clothes was destroyed. That's about nine pounds … Thankfully, I earned quite a bit this time … Hmm, I'll get a new set tomorrow … After turning into another street, Klein stopped and observed his condition.
He wasn't in a hurry to return to the hotel he was staying at. First, he followed the information provided by the New Rouen Gang's boss, Molsona, and found a policeman who was under the control of drugs and had done many bad things for the gang, to the point of fabricating a plot to kill a witness. He used mediumship to confirm the other party's crimes. Then, he allowed Creeping Hunger to enjoy the real feast of the day.
After doing this, Klein took a carriage back to the hotel and entered his room.
After some preparations, he used a ritual to bring Creeping Hunger and the slender blood crystal above the gray fog.
Sitting at the end of the long bronze table, Klein didn't hesitate to pick up the glove and release the soul of the Priest of Light.
This Sequence 5 Beyonder was a thin, elegant, and easy-going elder. He wore a simple white ecclesiastical robe, and he bowed to the mysterious existence in the gray fog to express his gratitude.
Klein nodded slightly as a response. Following that, he conjured a pen and paper and wrote a divination statement:
"Potion formula for the Sun pathway's Sequence 7 and above."
Leaning back in his chair, he began channeling the spirit using dream divination.
The gray world quickly changed. He saw the Priest of Light unfurl a brown goatskin parchment in the study that was filled with sunlight. On it was a formula written in ancient Feysac.
"Sequence 6, Notary.
"Main ingredients: 1 crystal of the Tree of Elders, 5 tail feathers of a Spirit Pact Bird.
"Supplementary ingredients: 100 milliliters of the Radiance Spirit Pact Tree's juice, 1 golden-bordered Sun flower, 1 white-bordered Sun flower, 5 drops of Water Fern juice.
After the scene paused for a few seconds, the water rippled and reconstructed a luxurious hall with golden statues everywhere.
In the hall, a man covered in pure light that made it difficult to look straight at him said to the elder in his fifties, "This is the Priest of Light potion formula.
"This is the potion formula for Priest of Light. Remember, dispel the darkness and praise the sun."
The elder excitedly agreed as he unfurled the ancient goatskin parchment in his hand.
"Sequence 5, Priest of Light.
"Main ingredients: Red crown of the Dawn Rooster King, 1 piece of White Radiance Stone.
"Supplementary ingredients: 5 grams of rosemary, 7 drops of fingered citron juice, 10 milliliters of rock water, 60 milliliters of the Dawn Rooster King's blood.
"Ritual: In pure darkness, bury your entire body in ice that normally wouldn't melt before consuming the potion."
The scene quickly disappeared without any additional content.
Klein wasn't surprised by this. He knew very well that when it came to the domain of a demigod, the seven Churches would often directly provide the potion and ritual, but not the formula.
At this moment, the Priest of Light's figure had mostly dissipated due to the forceful mediumship.
His pained expression turned gloomy as he tilted his head up and spread his arms out, as though he was embracing the sunlight.
"Praise the Sun!" The Priest of Light closed his eyes and said piously.
This was the last thing he said before his Spirit Body rapidly dissipated and fell into the gray fog, completely disappearing.
A devout … Klein commented with a sigh. Following that, he quickly recalled what he had seen in his dream and copied the formula down.
One of the main ingredients for Notary is the crystallized rhizome of the Tree of Elders … I remember that Miss Justice's Psychiatrist potion requires the fruit of the Tree of Elders … From the looks of it, a Spectator and a Sun can really be swapped at High-Sequence Beyonders … The Priest of Light's ritual is difficult for the average person to find ice that normally wouldn't melt, but it's different for Little Sun. A living person in the Forsaken Land of the Gods might vanish in pure darkness. I have to think of a way to avoid it … Dispel the darkness and praise the Sun is an acting method? Klein thought for a moment and picked up the thin blood crystal that had seeped out of Kircheis's body.
He considered for a few seconds before seriously writing down the corresponding divination statement:
"Its origins."
With the item and paper in hand, Klein silently recited the statement once again and entered a dream.
In the hazy World, he saw the gigantic sailboat, the Death Announcer, with its two ends raised high up. He saw Kircheis climb up a rope ladder and onto the deck.
Just as this Desire Apostle's feet found their footing, a sticky black fog emanated from the cracks in the deck. It was filled with a depraved and sinister aura as it enveloped Kircheis completely. It corrupted and corroded all the items on him that shimmered with a spirit glow, including himself.
The fog rapidly contracted and drilled into Kircheis's chest. The color gradually turned red as though it was dyed red with blood.
Finally, everything returned to normal. Kircheis knelt down on one knee and faced the deck.
"Your will is my will, great Death Announcer!"
The scene shattered as Klein opened his eyes.
He sat up straight and looked at the slender blood crystal, muttering to himself thoughtfully, "That's right.
He muttered to himself in thought, The Death Announcer is alive?
A Sealed Artifact that possesses living characteristics?
This crystal is the source of its control over the crew. It has strong corruptive properties. Therefore, mystical items that aren't high enough will be corroded?
PS: Taking a look at the monthly votes, I'm not far from it. I'll update at midnight!
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