Olawei Medical Aid Foundation.

The lady in charge of volunteer registration hurriedly bent down and frantically retrieved the pen that had fallen to the ground. At this time, Klein also noticed that she was reading the "Newspaper" from a few days ago, the one with her portrait and deeds.

Do you also subscribe to newspapers from the Rorsted Archipelago? Calculating the time when the ship arrived, I can only read old news from three or four days ago... If I had known this, I would have made a new face and come up with a fake name before coming here... Klein stood in front of his desk and thought helplessly.

The lady in her thirties finally picked up the pen, raised her face, and said in a trembling voice:

"You, you want to volunteer?"

“Yes.” Klein answered affirmatively.

"But, but you are an adventurer." The frightened lady stammered and found an excuse.

She instinctively didn't want such an extremely dangerous guy to be a volunteer.

Being famous isn't necessarily a good thing... Never mind, I'll try again later with a different face, clothes, and name... Klein had already given up in his heart, but he showed no emotion when he asked back:

"Who said adventurers can't do volunteer work?"

The lady in charge of registration looked like she was about to cry and blurted out:

"It's not me!"

The volunteer registration room suddenly became unusually quiet. Klein was stunned at first, then he wanted to laugh. He managed to maintain the image of Gehrman Sparrow with great difficulty.

The lady calmed down a bit, realized that there was an obvious problem with her answer, and forced a smile and said:

“No, I mean there is no one rule.

"It's just that my impression is that adventurers are very busy and need to go out to sea, so they rarely have time to volunteer."

“That’s them,” Klein responded simply.

The lady covered her mouth with her palm and smiled again.

"Okay, I'll register you right away."

As she spoke, she took out a form and handed it over:

“Please fill in the form and we will provide corresponding training and volunteer positions based on your requirements.

"We will contact you proactively, or you can come and ask yourself."

She had already made up her mind not to put the form filled out by Gehrman Sparrow into the file, but to hand it over directly to the head of the foundation and to the police station.

Goddess, why would such a dangerous guy come to volunteer? She quietly drew a crimson moon on her chest.

Klein nodded silently, took the form, sat down, picked up the pen, and quickly filled in the basic information.

During this process, a man in a white doctor's coat came in and asked:

"Juana, are there any new volunteers? We are about to start our morning training."

Juana, who was in charge of registration, wanted to shake her head, but even though Gehrman Sparrow, who was sitting opposite her, didn't say anything or raise his head, he gave her a strong sense of urgency, so she didn't dare to lie.

"Yes." She responded to the man in the white coat first, then looked at Klein and said, "Mr. Sparrow, do you want to receive basic volunteer training now, or wait until tomorrow?"

Klein thought for a moment and said:

"Now."

He planned to familiarize himself with the profession and learn some skills in order to change his identity and become a volunteer in the future, so that he could quickly enter the hospital to help.

Juana took a noticeable breath and said:

"Then once you have filled out the form, follow Mr. Graya."

“Okay.” Klein responded calmly.

Half an hour later, the calm and polite adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, who was secretly crazy, looked at the extremely dirty toilet in front of him and held his breath.

"Brush it?"

"Yes, you have just received simple training on carrying patients, but this is not what we do most often in the hospital. We are mainly responsible for cleaning up the patients' vomit, changing their belongings, and keeping the bathroom clean and hygienic. Haha, things like bandaging wounds belong to professionals, and we only need to have a basic grasp of them." Graya pinched his nose and pointed to the toilets in front that were covered with yellow and black stains. "A volunteer has already demonstrated it, so you can start."

This is different from what I imagined... different... Klein's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but in the end he picked up the cleaning tools expressionlessly, endured the strong nausea, moved closer, and squatted down.

Then, he leaned back slightly and stretched out his right hand.

At noon, Klein took off his white coat, put on his top hat, and left the Oravi Medical Rescue Foundation with a cold expression.

He was deeply hesitant about whether to continue volunteering and looking for acting opportunities.

It wasn't until he arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar by carriage that he made up his mind to give it another try.

"I must become a 'Master of Secret Puppetry' within 1,350 years, digest this potion, and begin looking for high-sequence clues." Klein reiterated his goal in his mind.

He calmed down, went into the Sweet Lemon Bar, and spent 8 pence at the bar to order a pork chop with apple juice and a piece of bread and butter.

This, together with 1.5d worth of rye beer, constituted Crane's lunch.

He finished his meal leisurely, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said to the bartender:

"Where's your boss? I have something to ask him."

Since he had verbally agreed to join the "Adventurers' Mutual Aid Association," Klein would naturally not miss the opportunity to take advantage of this loose alliance. He planned to ask Bilt Brando to help contact "craftsmen" in the wild or willing to do private work to create items similar to the Azik Copper Whistle, so as to avoid having to arrange rituals and recite spells every time he summoned a messenger, which was complicated, troublesome, and time-consuming.

Of course, if Bilt Brando didn't know the "craftsman", Klein wouldn't force him. After all, there was no fee to join the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association".

The bartender pointed to the stairs and said:

“He’s on the second floor.

"If you've agreed to join his alliance and met the bodyguards, they'll let you go."

Klein nodded imperceptibly, slowly stood up, and walked towards the stairs.

Sure enough, no guard stopped him until he reached the second floor, where a bodyguard came over to ask questions.

Thanks to Herman Sparrow's reputation, he met Bildt Brando again smoothly, and found that there was a strange man beside him.

"My friend, Sotos Young, is an important member of the Mutual Aid Society." Bilt pointed at the man wearing a dark red headscarf.

At the same time, he exchanged glances with the other party and saw that they both had the same solemnity and confusion.

After a brief greeting, Klein found a chair and sat down, then said directly:

"I hope to get help from the 'craftsmen'. I wonder if the mutual aid association can provide any clues."

"Craftsman?" Bilt took a puff of his cigar, paused for a few seconds, and said carefully, "I do know a 'craftsman', but he is unwilling to meet with unfamiliar people. This will bring him great danger. If you need anything, I can help you with the transfer. I think I should have this credibility."

For the major churches, sometimes, low- and mid-sequence Beyonders with no subjective malice can be ignored, but "craftsmen" must be treated indiscriminately, otherwise it will cause the proliferation of magical items and bring great instability to human society.

It seems that Bilt's organization of the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Association" is not simply a waste of money. At least it has gathered a lot of resources and channels... Klein took out the fish maw that he had prepared long ago and said:

“I wanted to make it into a ring that would primarily provide underwater mobility.”

He did not talk about the messenger for the time being, intending to test the ability of the "craftsman" and the credibility of Bilt and his gang first - if the spell to summon the messenger spread too widely, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

The Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 9 are not expensive. Even if Bilt becomes greedy and embezzles the magical items, it doesn't matter. I still have a bunch of talismans from the Sea God domain... And it's not like I can't come to collect the debt. This is even better. He can organize the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Association", so he must have a lot of money and materials... Klein thought about it and couldn't help but take a closer look at Bilt.

At this moment, Bilt shuddered inexplicably, and all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

He felt that the look in Gehrman Sparrow's eyes just now was like he was looking at a treasure!

As a treasure, this is not a good experience.

Bilt glanced at Sothoth beside him, forced a smile and said:

“Is this the fishman’s swim bladder?

“There will be basically no accidents when making magical items with materials of this level.

"The craftsman's fee is 150 pounds, you can give it to me after the work is completed."

A very fair price... Klein nodded silently and threw the fish maw in his hand over.

After Bilt caught it, he added:

"Please ask that 'craftsman' if he has the ability to solidify the ritual of summoning spirit creatures into an item that can be used for at least one year."

"No problem." Bilt breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Sothoth.

Sothoth rubbed his sunken eye sockets, took a step forward and said:

“Mr. German, are you interested in going out to sea recently?

"We already have a few good ships, and we are planning to gather some men to hunt pirates in the east."

It’s quite interesting…but my focus lately is on digesting the potion…Klein shook his head calmly.

The smile on Sothoth's face froze for a moment, then disappeared.

He did not say anything else, because that was a rejection from a pirate general-level adventurer. He and Bilt had already collected the relevant newspapers and confirmed the authenticity of Gehrman Sparrow.

Klein slowly stood up, put his hat against his chest, bowed slightly and said:

"Thank you for your help."

Bilt's facial muscles twisted, as if he was forcibly enduring something, and words were about to come out.

Finally, he took a deep breath and smiled:

“It should be said that the cooperation was pleasant.”

Klein noticed something was wrong with Bilt and Sothoth, but he suppressed his doubts and didn't ask any questions.

I can’t ask. If I ask, there will be trouble and something will happen... I have to digest the potion peacefully recently... Klein turned around, walked to the door, and turned the handle.

"Mr. Hermann," Bilt blurted out suddenly.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned back calmly and looked over.

"Nothing? Haha, what I mean is, as a member of the mutual aid society, it will be cheaper to drink at my place." Bilt forced a laugh.

Do you think I would ask what happened? Tsk... Klein nodded slightly, opened the door, and walked out.

After watching his back disappear, Bilt was stunned for two seconds and let out a long sigh.

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