Hearing the fat pharmacist's question, Klein laughed inwardly, but appeared indifferent on the surface:

“It starts when you make your first payment.”

Darkwill first took out a large amount of cash without hesitation, then counted the money distressedly:

“It’s 300 pounds.

"You can fulfill your promise now."

Klein took the banknotes and nodded.

"no problem."

Darkwill immediately relaxed a lot, like a drowning man who finally grabbed a lifebuoy.

More than half an hour later, inside the Tyana Hotel, Darkwill stared blankly at the powerful adventurer Gehrman Sparrow and said to the night watchman:

"Change to a luxury suite."

After saying that, Klein took two steps back, as if to make room for the fat pharmacist.

Darkwill swallowed his saliva and asked hesitantly:

"I pay?"

"During the mission, all expenses are borne by the employer. This is the rule for adventurers." Klein responded calmly.

I believe you are a fool! Do you think I have to pay for you if you invite a few girls from the Red Theater? Darkwill thought about it and forced a smile.

"We can just use a normal room, which makes it easier to protect."

"Then you can live on your own." Klein played the role of Gehrman Sparrow effortlessly.

Darkwill laughed twice, walked to the counter, and said expressionlessly:

"A luxury suite."

After they actually checked in and entered the smaller bedroom, the fat pharmacist Darkwill opened the window to leave the "door" for Mr. Harry the owl, while taking out the ring box from his pocket to check the condition of the strange dice.

After confirming that the dice was still facing up with four points, Darkwill let out a sigh of relief.

…………

Backlund, inside an ordinary house.

Ince Zangwill woke up from a deep sleep, and his first reaction was to check his own condition.

This is something he repeats every day, because he has no idea what stories "0-08" will weave or what kind of surprises will happen after he falls asleep.

After confirming that he was not injured, Ince Zangwill put on his shiny leather boots and stood up.

As expected, he saw "0-08" quietly placed on the desk, like the most ordinary and common feather pen.

However, it had been locked last night in a metal box covered with layers of symbols and magical markings.

Ince Zangwill walked over solemnly, holding "0-08" in one hand and flipping open the notebook next to him with the other, and found that there was nearly an extra page of text there:

"Ince Zangwill didn't remember what he did last night, but he was keenly aware of some problems.

"He looked into the mirror and found himself in a strange way, as if another Ince Zangwill had been born in his body.

"He lowered his head and saw obvious abnormalities between the fingernails of his hands, but he could not remember what he had done last night..."

After reading this description, Ince Zangwill instinctively looked at the full-length mirror in the room. He saw that he was still blind in one eye. His face, like a classical sculpture, did not have a single wrinkle. However, there was a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth, which formed a sharp contrast with his solemn gaze.

At this moment, Ince Zangwill felt that his face was a little blue, and the area under his eyes was dark. Coupled with that smile that appeared out of nowhere, he looked very gloomy, cruel and weird.

He raised his hands and lowered his head, and saw pieces of dried black mud between his nails, as if he had dug up tree roots in the garden midnight yesterday.

Although he had switched from the "Death" path to the "Night" path and became a "Night Watcher", Ince Zangwill had not lost his previous extraordinary abilities. He was still a powerful psychic and a mentor in the field of the dead. Therefore, he immediately planned to communicate with the spirits inside and outside the house to understand what happened last night.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the last paragraph on the notebook from the corner of his eye:

"Ince Zangwill tried to communicate with the spirit world, but sadly found that he had gained nothing. It seemed that all the clues had been dealt with by equally professional people. He was very worried. He didn't know what he had been involved in last night."

Ince Zangwill's expression became increasingly solemn. He tried to communicate with the spirit, but as expected, he did not obtain any surprising results.

…………

On Wednesday morning, outside the Fragrant Leaf Bar, where the owner had changed.

Klein went around to a secluded alley and saw Us Kent carrying a small suitcase.

"Your reward." Us Kent threw the not-so-big suitcase over.

This is not actually a bounty in the true sense, but an advance payment from the military - the former involves the Governor's Office and the Kingdom's finances, and requires a lot of procedures, which will take at least three days to complete.

Klein took the suitcase and opened it on the spot. He saw neatly stacked banknotes inside, mostly 1-pound and 5-pound notes.

"A total of 5,400 pounds, no commission." Us Kent forced a smile.

If it were any other adventurer, he would give 4,000 pounds at most, and the rest would be the income of a series of people in the link.

But the man on the other side was a crazy guy whose strength was almost as strong as that of a pirate general. Afraid of being shot on the spot, he had no choice but to do voluntary labor.

The military wouldn’t cheat me with counterfeit money... Klein grabbed a stack of bills and shook them casually.

5,400 pounds... Darkwill, who was hiding outside the alley, heard what Urs Kent said, stole a glance at the suitcase, and was dazzled by the stacks of gold pounds inside.

It was the first time he saw so much money put together.

"Being an adventurer is such a lucrative profession. If I successfully hunt a pirate, I can earn several thousand pounds. If I protect him for three days, I can earn 1,000 pounds plus one request. I can also find shipwrecks and treasures occasionally... Why should I be a pharmacist instead of an adventurer? If I had known earlier, I should have chosen that lucky extraordinary path..." Darkwill thought with great envy.

However, he soon remembered the reality, that is, most adventurers did not actually live that wealthy, and even if they could make a fortune, one-third of their income would have to be contributed to the pharmacist, either to treat injuries and eliminate old illnesses, or to buy medicine to liven up the mood and deal with hidden diseases.

It’s safer to be a pharmacist… Darkwill sighed in his heart.

At this time, Klein, who had not counted the money carefully but had only roughly determined the amount, closed the suitcase and said to Us Kent:

"I will be away from Bayam for a while. If there is any news, how should I inform you?"

“You’re leaving Bayam?” Us Kent asked in surprise.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"I took a bodyguard mission."

Us Kent was suddenly enlightened, and then he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

If this madman stays in Bayam for a long time, he will cause trouble one day. It is better for him to go to the sea and fight those pirates... Us Kent smiled and said:

"You can send a telegram directly with my address. We have someone at the telegraph office."

"Okay." Klein, who was wearing a black woolen coat, didn't say much. He picked up his suitcase, turned around and left the alley.

He and Darkwill went straight to the port area, ready to take the earliest passenger ship to Oravi Island. Owls flew among the trees on the roadside, looking sneaky and furtive - they had bought tickets for the black ship last night.

Half an hour before boarding the ship, Darkwill was in great distress, fearing that the person who betrayed his teacher would suddenly arrive and attack him.

This emotion lasted until he entered the first-class cabin where he belonged. Once the passenger ship entered the sea, it would be difficult for the Beyonders who did not have the ability to fly or their own ships to intercept it midway.

"Hurry up and sail, hurry up and sail..." Darkwill muttered to himself as he looked out the window.

At this time, the owl had caught up and landed on his left shoulder. Klein sat on a chair in the room, alert for possible attacks.

At this moment, the sky quickly became dark, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the humidity in the air increased significantly.

“Is there a storm?” Darkwill blurted out with his eyes open.

This means that the ship may not sail on time, perhaps delayed by several hours!

And in that case, Darkwill will bear many unnecessary risks!

He turned to look at Gehrman Sparrow and said with a forced smile:

"Do you have any ideas?"

Yes, there is. For example, you pray to the Sea God Kalvetuwa immediately, and I will immediately respond above the gray fog and disperse this storm... But there is no doubt that in a few minutes or even dozens of seconds, Sea King Yarn Cotman will rush over, and his attack will be even earlier... Klein looked at the fat pharmacist and responded calmly:

"I'm just an adventurer."

Darkwill knew that he shouldn't have any unnecessary expectations, so he cursed the weather, turned around, stuck his head out of the window, and studied the specific situation.

Boom!

A silver-white lightning struck down, hitting Darkwill directly before Klein could react.

Darkwill suddenly fell down twitching, his whole body smoking, his skin scorched, and electric snakes running around.

Klein was almost stunned. This was the first time he saw someone being struck by lightning during a thunderstorm.

This was too unlucky... He had temporarily forgotten to rescue Darkwill.

Mr. Harry the Owl was also stunned for a few seconds, then screamed:

"Quick, quick! There is a bottle of potion in the second hidden pocket on his left, feed it to him!"

This owl can talk... Klein raised his eyebrows, took a few steps forward, bent down, found the bottle of blood-red potion, and forced it into Darkwill's mouth.

After nearly two minutes, Darkwill finally woke up. As his charred skin fell off, he stood up with difficulty and said:

"I, I'll go take care of the injury."

He staggered into his bedroom and locked the door.

After doing all this, he took out the ring box and opened the lid heavily.

Inside the ring box where there was almost no room for rotation, the milky white dice had changed at some point, with the two red dots facing upwards!

In the living room outside, Klein stood there, thinking back to everything that had happened before, his brows furrowed slightly.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt that the enemy he would face in this bodyguard mission might be different from the past.

When Darkwell recovered and came out again, Klein sat on the chair, leaned forward slightly and said:

“Explain.

“It’s about how I provide protection.”