Klein sat down at the bar and pounded his fist on the table:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

Behind him, several guards hesitated whether to come over to warn him or pretend that no one had fired a gun.

The bartender winked at the guards, picked up a glass, and said with a chuckle:

"Why not a glass of 'Sweet Lemon'?

"Our boss once went to Trier to learn bartending. He mastered many cocktail categories left by Emperor Roselle and created Olavin's most popular 'Sweet Lemon' on his own."

Klein was not moved at all and responded calmly:

“I only drink beer.”

"Okay." The bartender was not in a hurry to take the Southwell beer. He smiled and said, "Sir, are you an adventurer?"

Klein nodded but did not answer.

The bartender did not hesitate and said with a smile:

"Perhaps you should go meet our boss. He is always friendly to new adventurers and is happy to buy them drinks. Besides, it may help you in other ways."

Klein, who had originally planned to come here to buy auxiliary materials for the "Puppet Master", did not refuse. He took out a brass penny, flicked it up, and caught it steadily.

He placed the penny on the bar as a token of thanks to the bartender for his reminder, then slowly stood up and followed a guard up the stairs to the second floor and into the room at the other end of the corridor.

The room was covered with thick, soft brown carpet and filled with the slight smell of burning high-quality coal, mixed with the aroma of smoking cigars.

A middle-aged man with neatly combed blond hair sat leaning back in an easy chair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, surrounded by more than half a dozen bodyguards.

Although Klein was not a Beyonder in the "audience" realm and could not judge the characteristics and strengths of those bodyguards from the details, nor was he a "secret peeper" or "monster" who could see certain secrets and discover things that others could not, his spiritual intuition made him believe that there must be Beyonders among those bodyguards, Beyonders who could pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper, pulled the collar of his black shirt, stood up slowly, stretched out his right hand and said:

"Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend."

His blue eyes were smiling, and he looked quite sincere.

Klein also extended his right hand and lightly touched the other person's hand. He said nothing and waited for the other person to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the armchair and chuckled:

"I'm Bilt Brando, the boss here.

"I used to be an adventurer, and I was pretty good. At least I've survived until now and made a lot of money."

He was very confident in his own abilities, so he dared to express it so directly... Klein sat down without hesitation, leaning forward slightly, and waited for Bilt to continue his story without any expression.

Seeing that the adventurer opposite did not respond, Bilt sat down again, took a puff of cigar, and said leisurely:

"To be honest, I do have my own purpose in meeting every new adventurer."

He pointed to the sea chart on the desk in the room and described it in a very magnetic voice:

"From the Rorsted Islands to the east, the sea is becoming more and more chaotic, and the military and the church are becoming less and less powerful, and can only protect their own ports.

“This sea area is a paradise for pirates and is very unfavorable to us adventurers, so I hope to organize everyone and establish a loose alliance so that we can unite when facing danger.

“This alliance will not be too binding. You can choose to stand by and watch when other adventurers are in danger. No one will punish you. However, if you encounter a similar situation in the future, you don’t need to expect help.

"In addition, I can promise that when adventurers from this alliance purchase items from me, they will get discounts close to the reserve price, and when they sell their gains, they will get at least the market price."

After the introduction, Bilt looked at the new adventurer opposite him with a smile and said:

"How about it? Are you interested in joining this loose alliance? Don't worry, there will be no extra expenses for you. Our purpose is only to help each other when we encounter pirates."

Klein nodded and said:

"That sounds good."

"Haha, I think so too. I once wanted to name this alliance the 'Adventure Brotherhood', but later I felt that the word 'brother' was too coercive, so I changed it to the 'Adventurers Mutual Aid Association'." Bilt laughed at himself.

At this point, he lowered his hand holding the cigar, smacked his lips, shook his head and smiled:

"Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

Klein remained in his posture and replied in a low voice:

"German Sparrow."

“German Sparrow…” Bilt’s eyelids twitched, and his smile instantly became a little stiff. The bodyguards around him suddenly tensed up, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Bilt quickly returned to normal. He did not try to figure out whether it was the real Gehrman Sparrow or a fake liar. He laughed and said:

"Is there anything you want to buy? I have a lot of good stuff here."

"Water from Sonia's Golden Spring." Klein said calmly on the outside but cautiously on the inside.

He didn't mention the bark of the dragon pattern tree, but there's a good chance that this material can be bought in an herbal medicine store anyway.

Bilt Brando breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"Simple.

“30 pounds for 100 ml.

"Believe me, even if you go to Sonia Island, it will be a few pounds cheaper at most. Those barbarians in Feysac have blocked the springs one by one, and it is difficult for others to get to them."

"Deal." Klein had a general idea of ​​the price of Golden Spring and knew that 30 pounds for 100 ml was indeed quite cheap.

After completing the deal, Bilt was about to speak when he heard a knock on the door.

After getting his permission, a guard came in, leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

Bilt's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he looked extremely cold, emitting an indescribable murderous aura.

As expected, his strength is quite good. He was either a famous adventurer or a well-known pirate... He should be a mid-sequence... Klein looked at him and made a calm judgment.

Bilt turned his head and reluctantly said to Klein:

“Mr. Sparrow, I have some things I need to take care of.

"We'll have a drink together sometime later."

“Okay.” Klein stood up slowly, with no intention of interfering in the other person’s affairs.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he isn't curious, but his curiosity isn't enough to make him change his behavior.

After leaving the Sweet Lemon bar, Klein successfully returned to the hotel he rented.

…………

Silver City, "daytime" with frequent lightning.

After Derrick Berg finished practicing the various extraordinary abilities of the "Sun Priest", he walked along the edge of the training ground towards the twin towers.

After many Tarot gatherings, he had gradually figured out the pattern and knew that after a certain number of alternations of high and low lightning frequencies, he would be pulled into the gray fog by Mr. Fool.

And now, the final “day” has arrived.

Because of this, he was going to go to the library to look up some historical materials related to the ancient gods so that he could present them to Mr. Fool when the time came.

When passing the partition of the training ground, Derrick subconsciously looked inside. There were members of the exploration team resting there. They were members of the exploration team led by Colin Iliad, the chief elder of the six-member council!

They had recently concluded their exploration based on the description of the little boy Jack and returned to Silver City, where they are currently in quarantine.

Derrick withdrew his gaze with a heavy heart, walked all the way to the spire, went up to the third floor, and entered the library.

He was about to walk towards the bookshelf where mythological materials and ancient classics were placed when he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

She was a fair and beautiful lady in her thirties. She was wearing a black robe with many mysterious purple patterns on it, and her silver-gray hair was slightly curled.

She is Lovia Tiffany, the elder of the six-member council who has been imprisoned for a long time!

When the other person's light grey eyes swept over him, Derrick suddenly felt as if his soul was pierced through, and he froze for a second uncontrollably.

"Good luck, Elder Lovia." He lowered his head and put his hand on his chest.

Luo Weiya came over and nodded gently:

“I’ve been released from quarantine.”

She said this calmly, then turned and walked away, as if she was announcing something.

Derrick stood there, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.

How could she be released? The six-member council had already determined that she was fine? Derrick thought nervously.

…………

Monday afternoon, above the gray fog.

Klein leaned his elbows on the armrests, crossed his palms and clasped them lightly as he watched the deep red lights light up and fade into blurry figures.

Then he heard Miss Justice's brisk greeting:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

PS: Maybe it was because of the previous vigil on the mountain, I caught a cold after I came back, mainly a sore throat. I endured it for a few days without taking medicine, but I couldn't bear it anymore and had to rely on medicine to help. Now I feel much better, but because of the effect of the medicine, I only wrote one chapter yesterday, so I don't have any drafts, so this chapter has fewer words. Also, please vote for me. There is only one day left in a month. It would be a waste if I don't vote~