10 p.m., Swordfish Bar.

After waiting for an entire afternoon without receiving the bounty, Klein went out and took a look in front of Us Kent. He was told that the process had been completed, but the money would be paid out tomorrow morning.

He also pretended to participate in the private transactions of the adventurers in the Swordfish Bar, but unfortunately he failed to discover the main ingredients or magical items of the "Master of Secret Dolls" potion.

After changing back to his original form, Klein pressed down his hat and tried to squeeze through the crowd to leave the bar which was at its busiest and most noisy.

At this moment, many eyes swept across his face. Most of them were stunned at first, and then they obviously paused for two seconds, as if they were trying to identify something.

Suddenly, they simultaneously retracted their sight and retreated away from Klein, like a parting tide.

They already knew about Gehrman Sparrow's appearance and strength from newspapers and rumors. More details gradually spread to various places where adventurers, pirates and gang members gathered, allowing many people to initially understand the situation at the time and Gehrman Sparrow's crazy behavior of drawing his gun and shooting the moment he found the "Warptalker" Mithor King. Therefore, everyone consciously stayed away from this dangerous guy.

Trader Ralph was drinking at the bar when he suddenly noticed something unusual over there. He instinctively turned half-way and looked over there.

He soon saw a silent gentleman with a thin face and sharp edges, and the corresponding portrait published in the News naturally emerged in his mind:

Hunted down the Whisperer, Gehrman Sparrow!

Then, Ralph thought of the casual conversation he had with the rebel leader Karat in the evening, and confirmed that this crazy adventurer in front of him did not reject the "Poseidon" and even witnessed the private transaction between the rebels and "Vice Admiral Iceberg".

Perhaps he could be developed into a believer of the "Sea God"... Even if he was not interested in the future of the archipelago, he might be able to provide help in certain things... Ralph clasped his hands together, placed them to his mouth, and made a motion as if he was blowing a conch, which was one of the gestures for praying to the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa.

Then he stood up suddenly and walked towards Gehrman Sparrow with a beer glass in hand.

At this time, Klein also noticed Ralph approaching and recognized who he was.

He was a devout believer who once wanted to donate one-third of his fortune of 20,000 gold pounds to the "God of the Sea"!

That was the former pirate and now businessman who was sent by him to work on a children's charity fund!

Through the news about the charity foundation and the other party's sincere prayers, he knew Ralph in every aspect, so he was very puzzled as to why the other party would try to contact Gehrman Sparrow.

A commission? Something the rebels couldn't do for various reasons? Klein looked at Ralph and slowed down his pace.

"Mr. German 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 to the bar. "Are you interested in having a drink?"

“Okay.” Klein responded simply, hiding his doubts.

Sitting at the corner of the bar, he ordered a glass of Southville beer, and while drinking it he looked at Ralph without speaking.

Being watched silently by a pirate general was not a good experience. Ralph took a sip of beer to cover up his nervousness and laughed:

"I have heard of you, before today's incident, and knew you were a true gentleman who had no discrimination against the native people of the colony."

Lines flashed through Klein's mind, and finally settled on a few words that were relatively consistent with the character's setting:

"Get to the point."

...Ralph almost choked, and coughed twice, saying:

"May I have the honor of introducing you to our god, Kalvetuwa, the savior of the islands, the favored of the sea?

"You know, the sea is so vast and the storms are so terrible. Even if you are a Four King-level person, you cannot guarantee that you can overcome all difficulties and survive by relying on yourself. At this time, we need a god, a god who can respond to you and hold the power over the sea and the storm."

Introduce myself to me, and then let me believe in myself... Klein controlled the slight movement of his mouth and said:

"I'm more interested in whether you have any magical items, the kind that are very powerful and aggressive."

Ralph smiled sincerely and said:

“We don’t.

"But as long as you have sincere faith in the 'Sea God', maybe one day you will receive the corresponding blessing."

I didn't... Don't make random promises for me! Klein was both angry and amused at the same time.

He felt that this conversation could not continue, so he drank half a glass of Southwell beer in one gulp and said:

"I'll think about it."

He was about to leave when the bartender suddenly came over and said with a cheeky smile:

"Mr. Gehrman Sparrow, I have a commission for you."

"What?" Klein glanced at Ralph.

The latter tactfully took the beer and left his seat.

He was already very satisfied with today's results, because he never thought that he could develop the crazy adventurer into a believer of "Sea God" in one go. His purpose was just to let the other party know that there is such a possibility and actively think about the pros and cons.

When silence returned to the corner of the bar, the bartender smiled and said:

"He claims to be the pharmacist you know, and he has a task he wants to entrust to you. If you are interested, you can wait here, and we will contact him as agreed."

A pharmacist I know? A chubby Darkwill? A Darkwill who raises a chubby owl? What commission would he give me? Rescue his teacher Roy King? I can't do such a thing. The risk is too high... As his thoughts raced, Klein decided to first listen to what the other party wanted:

"good."

…………

At nearly 11 o'clock, Klein met the timid fat pharmacist Darkwill in the No. 3 billiard room of the Swordfish Bar.

The other party had changed out of his relatively conspicuous country witch doctor robe and dressed like a local - a taraba shirt, wide-leg pants and a thick brown jacket. The round-faced owl was quietly perched on Darkwill's right shoulder, staring at the adventurer opposite with sharp eyes.

It was very similar to how Miss Justice looked at the other members of the Tarot Club... This owl might really be an extraordinary creature, a "spectator" type? Klein had his judgment in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface and asked in a low voice:

"What do you want?"

"It's like this." The fat pharmacist put his left hand in his pocket, tightly holding the ring box. "I'm about to go on a trip to another island. Haha, it will take about three days. Because of certain things, I may be in danger, of course, or I may not. In short, I need a bodyguard, and you are the best person I can think of."

You said that as if I'm not that powerful, but I just don't know many people... Did you not save the teacher and leave Bayam to find help? Or did you save him and the danger is from the military? Klein asked calmly while trying to figure out the truth of the matter:

"How dangerous is it?"

Darkwill pursed his lips and said:

"I can't be sure. If, if the danger exceeds your ability, you can just hand me over to the other party. This is the promise we make now. It will not damage your reputation."

If I didn’t know that you always speak in a less pleasant way, I would have thought you were using the “provocation method”... Klein thought for a moment and said:

"What kind of compensation can you offer?"

Darkwill wanted to directly give the answer he had already thought of, but he hesitated for a moment because the situation was indeed very dangerous. If the bargaining chips were not enough, it would be difficult to impress Gehrman Sparrow. He was afraid that the "senator" would appear and the bodyguards would give up resistance before the situation became hopeless. This was why he had to ask for help from a strong person.

Klein glanced at him and said coldly:

“You can think about it first.

"I'm going to the bathroom, and I'll tell you the answer when I come back."

As he said this, he turned around, walked to the door, turned the handle, and stepped out.

His response seemed sophisticated, with the cool and coldness of an adventurer and bounty hunter, but in fact, he did not really want to give the fat pharmacist time to think. He was just looking for an opportunity to go to the bathroom and do divination above the gray fog.

This is the key to whether he should accept the task!

After leaving the billiard room and arriving at the bathroom door, Klein waited in line for a while until a toilet was finally available.

When he entered, he frowned and was made sick by the dirty environment and the stench. He almost turned around and left.

He forced himself to close the door and poked the flush button with disgust. While lamenting the harsh divination environment, he took four small steps backwards and began the ritual.

Inside the chess and card room, Darkwill waited until Gehrman Sparrow's back completely disappeared before quickly closing the door and asking the owl on his shoulder:

"Will he betray me?"

"No," the owl muttered, "and please be polite when you ask me questions. Please call me Mr. Harry."

The fat on Darkwill's face trembled:

"Mr. Harry, what kind of reward do you think he would accept?"

"It's hard for me to see through him. He's good at hiding his expressions," Owl responded calmly.

Damn Mr. Harry, no, damn stupid bird! Darkwill cursed secretly, pacing back and forth, thinking about the chips.

After a while, Klein returned to Billiard Room No. 3 and asked:

"Have you thought about it?"

He had already divined above the gray fog and knew that the danger level of this mission was acceptable. He also wanted to leave Bayam in the short term.

"800 pounds for three days, and our friendship. I mean the friendship between my teacher and his friends." Darkwill said unconfidently.

Klein was silent for a few seconds and said:

“1,000 pounds for three days.

"Also, if your organization can help me get a powerful offensive magical item, I will pay you in cash at a reasonable price."

1,000 pounds, I don’t have that much… Darkwill hesitated and said:

"I'll pay 300 pounds in advance, and I'll pay the rest when I get to my destination and find the person I want to meet."

He planned to ask his teacher's teacher to repay the balance.

Klein nodded calmly:

"make a deal."

The fat pharmacist Darkwill breathed a sigh of relief and then said with a cheeky smile:

"Can I take it that protection comes into effect from now on?"