On the second floor of the Sweet Lemon Bar, in the owner's room.

Bilt Brando stood by the window, holding a cigar, looking outside with unfocused eyes and a terribly gloomy face.

At this time, a bodyguard came over, bent his back slightly, and said cautiously:

"Sir, Sothoth has returned from the east."

"Let him in." Bilt tried his best to adjust his expression.

Sotosyan is his deputy and an important member of the loose organization "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association".

In less than a minute, Sothoth, wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and a dark red turban, walked in. He looked to be in his thirties, with a bronze complexion, deep eye sockets, and dark beard on his lips and under his chin. At first glance, he looked like a man who often wandered on the sea.

Sotos saluted informally and looked at Bilt Brando:

"Boss, what happened?"

"Well, something unexpected happened, and it looks like this is going to fail." Bilt did not hide anything, and sighed, "I don't know how to explain this to that big shot."

Without waiting for Sothoth's response, he asked:

“Are there any changes in the east?”

"It's still the same. The pirates are chasing every ship they can plunder, and they even target each other. The navy can only defend the various colonies, barely keep the shipping routes open, and protect the relatively important ships. Naval battles often break out, and each side has its winners and losers." Sothoth shrugged.

"The east side of the Sonia Sea is indeed a chaotic playground for pirates..." Bilt sighed in agreement.

Sothoth thought for a moment and added:

"There has been some news recently on the islands to the east. It is said that it was first spread from the Black Death."

"'Lieutenant General Disease'? What's the news?" Bilt asked, perking up.

Sothoth said solemnly and excitedly:

"Vice Admiral Disease was indeed assassinated and was seriously injured. The one who did it was the adventurer Gehrman Sparrow!"

"German Sparrow?" Bilt blurted out.

"Yes, it was him! He is truly a powerful pirate general! Even though it was a sneak attack, it was on the Black Death, surrounded by many well-known pirates, but he still severely injured Vice Admiral Disease and escaped successfully, and later hunted down the Whisperer Mithor." Sothoth gave an affirmative answer with emotion.

Bilt took two steps and sighed:

“This is big news.

"There are very few adventurers who are strong like Pirate Generals. There is only one person who can severely injure the enemy on the flagship of a Pirate General. This kind of action requires not only absolute confidence in one's own strength, but also madness. Only a madman would sneak into the flagship of a Pirate General and try to assassinate him instead of looking for another location!"

At this point, his expression changed slightly.

"I met an adventurer who called himself Gehrman Sparrow last night."

"Is it true or false?" Sothoth's eyes narrowed and he asked in a low voice.

"Not sure. I haven't seen the real German Sparrow, nor his photos or portraits." Bilt shook his head.

Sothoth groaned for a moment and said:

"We can collect newspapers from the Rorsted Islands to confirm. After so many days, some travelers should have brought the corresponding Newspaper and Sonia Morning Post. Well, the government, police, church, and charity organizations all subscribe to important newspapers from the Rorsted Islands."

The Rhoside Archipelago is the largest and most important colony of the Kingdom of Loen in the Central Sonia Sea, and its influence radiates throughout the surrounding area. The Oravi Island, which is only three days' sailing away, is undoubtedly in this category. Official agencies or church organizations will subscribe to newspapers and magazines there, and non-important news can be read within three to four days.

"Yes." Bilt nodded and asked in depth, "Are there any specific details about Gehrman Sparrow's assassination of 'Vice Admiral Disease'?"

Sothoth thought about it and said:

“It is said that German Sparrow can transform into anyone, just like the previous ‘Vice Admiral Hurricane’ Qilingos.

"It was with this ability that he was able to successfully sneak into the Black Death and find an opportunity to assassinate."

"Can become anyone..." Bilt's eyes suddenly lit up.

No, no, that's not possible. He was a guy crazy enough to sneak into the Black Death to assassinate Vice Admiral Disease. He was something people would fear instinctively and want to stay away from... Bilt's eyes dimmed immediately.

And he didn't know if it was true... He shook his head subconsciously.

…………

I don’t know when the Nighthawks and the Mechanical Heart will take action to deal with the anomaly on Williams Street. I hope they can do it as soon as possible... As his thoughts turned, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real world.

After a little thought, he took out a piece of letter paper and spread it on the brown desk.

The dark red absorbent pen rustled as it moved. Klein first asked about Mr. Azik's recent situation, then mentioned that when he was searching for magical items that could steal other people's extraordinary abilities, he discovered that someone was being parasitized by an outsider.

Then, he casually asked if there was a way to bypass the parasitic outsider and alert the host.

Using this as an excuse, he went on to say that he had learned from others about the "Worm of Time" which was related to a higher level of the "Thief" path, and had figured out that this thing could serve as a sacrifice in important ceremonies and as material for high-level spells, but he didn't know how to do it specifically.

Huh... Klein put down his pen, folded the letter, took out the whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.

The bones gushed out like a fountain, forming a huge messenger. However, this time, the messenger no longer came out from downstairs. Instead, like so many times before, it passed through the ceiling and looked down at the summoner from above.

Klein knew that this was not because the messenger had become impolite again, but because he was currently staying on the first floor of the hotel...

He flicked his wrist and threw the letter like a dart, letting it fall accurately into the huge bony palm.

The flames in the messenger's eye sockets flickered twice, as if staring at Klein, but in the end nothing happened.

Its body disintegrated into a waterfall of bones, which burrowed into the ground one by one.

After doing all this, Klein did not unfold the paper cranes. He erased what he had written before and asked the "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin the same question.

This was because he discovered something not so good. The thousand paper cranes were not some magical items or extraordinary weapons. They were just folded from an ordinary piece of paper. After being repeatedly rubbed by an eraser, they had already shown signs of being fragile. If it happened a few more times, they might just break.

“It’s better to wait until there is something very important that requires contact before considering it. For example, Mr. Azik doesn’t know how to bypass the possessed old man to remind Leonard…” Klein shook his head silently and quickly put away the items on the desk.

In addition, he was not brave enough to contact Arrodes with the radio recently, because the strong man sent by the "True Creator" was probably still wandering around, chasing the breath of the "All-Black Eye", and the "smell" of the gray fog might have also attracted the attention of the "True Creator" and informed the believers.

"I'll continue to be a traveler today and relax. I'll start looking for opportunities for real-life acting tomorrow!" Klein gathered his thoughts, put on his coat, took off his hat, and walked out of the hotel room.

He was going to watch the sunset on the hill outside the port of Oravi!

This idea originated from a best-selling novel. Its author is Leon Mustang, who was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he was 20 years old. In the book, this gentleman emotionally introduced the sunset over Mount St. Draco in the port, thinking that it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.

Klein took a carriage out of the city and walked to the foot of Mount St. Draco. It took him only one hour to reach the top of this low mountain.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sun gradually set, dyeing the blue ocean on the left side of the mountain like fire, and covering the green woods and vast fields on the right with a golden color.

All colors bloomed with their final brightness at this moment, and then gradually dimmed until they became dark.

Ships entered the city, carriages entered the town, and busy people returned home along the roads between wheat fields and orchards.

As darkness began to cover the land, little warm lights began to light up inside and outside the city, like bright gems on black velvet.

It was really beautiful... Klein admired it for a moment until the lights representing each family came into his eyes.

He turned around in silence and returned to the bottom of the mountain along the mountain road, surrounded by black trees. Then he walked for a distance and hired a carriage at the edge of the port city.

The carriage moved forward steadily, and the elegant iron-black street lamp poles quietly moved backwards and away under the dim light.

After an unknown amount of time, Klein returned to the hotel, took out his key, and opened the door.

Inside the room, the bed, desk, and chair all lay quietly in the thick darkness, silently reflecting the slightly crimson moonlight.

Klein closed the door very gently, walked to the window, and stood in the shadow created by the curtains for a long time without moving.

It was brightly lit outside.

…………

Early the next morning.

Klein turned on the faucet and splashed the cold tap water on his face, suddenly sobering up.

He has already figured out where to start looking for opportunities for real acting:

It is still a hospital where people may die at any time!

——Klein had only visited those places before and wandered around for a while, but it was indeed difficult to find a suitable partner. This time, he decided to volunteer for a while, staying in the hospital for a long time, caring for those dying people who temporarily had no family around them. Only in this way could he wait for the target he needed.

After breakfast, Klein came to No. 10 Helin Street and entered the "Olav Medical Rescue Foundation".

This is a charitable organization with the background of the Church of the Goddess of Night. One of its responsibilities is to provide trained volunteers to various hospitals.

Klein came to the registration desk and saw a female staff member flipping through a newspaper, so he tapped the surface of the table lightly.

"What's the matter?" the lady asked as she put down the newspaper.

"I want to volunteer," Klein said simply.

"Name." The lady raised her head and looked across.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, her right hand trembled, and the pen she had just picked up fell to the ground with a click.

The newspaper in front of her happened to contain a nearly realistic portrait.

The owner of this portrait belongs to the crazy and dangerous adventurer German Sparrow!

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