After thinking for a while, Klein had no answer. Since he had no sense of danger, he put away the slender blood crystal, then bent down and examined Gilchies, who had lost half of his head and turned into a demon.

"I don't know if I can still get the reward, and how much I can get... I don't know who the military liaison here is? Should I send a telegram to Us Kent? The back and forth, plus the time he takes to operate remotely, will take at least three or four days. I have to leave tomorrow... Besides, I have to pay a reward to the middleman." He muttered a few words, walked aside, picked up the half-high silk hat with obvious burn marks, and put it on his head.

Then, he dragged the heavy and huge demon corpse step by step to the door, reached out and opened the door.

The sound of wind blew in, and the silence in the house disappeared.

Klein pinched his fingers to turn off the "Spirit Thread" and continued to drag the hideous and terrifying demon corpse through the corridor and down the stairs to the first floor.

At this time, there were only a few people left in the bar. The tables and chairs were overturned, and the ground was littered with debris, making the scene a mess.

Klein entered the hall through the badly damaged staircase. He looked around and found the boss, who was huddled behind the bar with a gloomy face. There were only a few bodyguards left, and they were scattered around.

Da, da, da... Klein walked over step by step, and the demon corpse behind him knocked over many tables and chairs.

"You, what do you want to do?" The boss took a step back and asked in a hoarse voice.

His bodyguards gathered around him tremblingly, their eyes wandering and their bodies pointing in different directions, as if they would immediately run away if something unexpected happened.

Klein stopped and threw Gilchies' body forward.

Then, he spoke in a deep voice:

"Can you claim the bounty?"

The boss was stunned for a second, his eyes moved downwards instinctively, and he saw clearly the huge demon corpse still wrapped with some blue flames.

He and his bodyguards took a deep breath at the same time, having the illusion that they were not in the real world.

This is actually a real devil!

Except for the fact that it does not have curved goat horns, it is exactly the same as the demon described in church texts and legends!

For ordinary people living in Pirate Paradise, witnessing supernatural powers is not a rare thing. In this regard, their knowledge is obviously higher than that of the people in the colonies west of Oravi and the kingdom itself. However, the bar owners and guards have never seen a real devil, and even suspected that this was a smear campaign by the church against unofficial extraordinary people.

The boss withdrew his gaze with difficulty, looked at the adventurer with tattered clothes and a stern expression, and said:

“Yes, they should be able to confirm that this is Gilchies.

"Is it Gilchias?"

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently.

The boss thought for two seconds, then forced out a fearful smile and said:

"But you can't get all of it. You know, it costs some money, about 30%. Otherwise, you have to wait a long time. 9,500 pounds is not a small amount. For Toscat Port, it will take at least a week. This is because there are often pirates here, and there are often adventurers who take bounties, so there is always a lot of money. In Oravi Island and other places, it may take two weeks or even a month."

9,500 pounds is indeed not a small amount. Klein clearly remembers that when he was in Tingen City, the Nighthawks' monthly budget was only about 1,000 pounds, and it was shared by the church and the police department.

He thought about it and said to the bar owner:

"Do you know me?"

"I know him." The boss nodded hurriedly.

Klein glanced at everyone and continued to ask:

"Can you find out where I live?"

"Sure, sure." The boss didn't dare to lie.

Klein hummed, and said in a straightforward tone:

"Send the 6,000-pound bounty before noon tomorrow."

6,000 pounds? This is less than 70%, a reduction of more than 600 pounds... The boss was stunned. He didn't expect that the crazy adventurer would take the initiative to reduce the price.

"Can you do it?" Klein asked again.

The extra 650 pounds was his compensation to the bar. After all, the situation here was quite dire. However, the crazy adventurer could not say such words himself. He believed that the bar owner was not a philanthropist and would definitely not hand over the extra money to others.

The boss thought carefully and replied:

"able!"

Even if the official process was not that fast, he was not worried because he planned to borrow some money first, and then use it together with his own savings to pay the bounty that Gehrman Sparrow needed.

There aren't many businesses that can earn you hundreds of pounds at a time, so you can't miss it!

Klein nodded and said nothing more. He turned around and walked towards the door of the bar.

When he was near the door, he took out a few yellow copper coins from his pocket and threw them on a small round table next to him that was still standing.

Clink, clink, the coins tumbled until they settled, totaling 8 pence.

While doing this, Klein, who was wearing a black long dress, did not stop or slow down his pace, and his back quickly disappeared at the door.

"He, what does he mean?" the boss asked in surprise and confusion.

Most of the bodyguards shook their heads with the same expression, indicating that they had no idea what Gehrman Sparrow's intention was in throwing the coin.

The only bodyguard who was originally guarding the gate frowned and thought for a moment, then said uncertainly:

"When he first came in, he took someone else's beer and threw it to Gilchies.

"Is this the money for the beer and the cup?"

The bar fell silent again. Although the owner and several bodyguards could not accept such an explanation, they inexplicably felt that it was quite in line with the style of the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow.

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Another set of clothes was ruined, which is almost 9 pounds... Fortunately, the income is not bad this time... Well, I will buy a new set tomorrow... After turning into another street, Klein stopped and examined his condition.

He did not rush back to the hotel where he was staying. First, according to the information provided by the "New Rune Party" boss Mosona, he found a policeman who was controlled by drugs, helped the gang do many bad things, and even fabricated plots to kill witnesses. He used psychic methods to confirm the other party's crimes, and then let "Creeping Hunger" enjoy the real feast of the day.

After completing this task, Klein took a carriage back to the hotel and entered his room.

After some preparation, he used the ritual to bring the "Creeping Hunger" and the elongated blood crystals above the gray fog.

Sitting at the head of the long bronze table, Klein picked up the gloves without hesitation and released the soul of the Priest of Light.

This Sequence 5 warrior was an old man with a thin face, elegant temperament, and easy-going manners. He wore a simple white clergy robe and bowed to the mysterious existence shrouded in gray fog to express his gratitude.

Klein nodded slightly as a response, then he materialized a pen and paper and wrote down a divination statement:

"The formula for the magic potion of sequence 7 or above of the 'Sun' pathway."

Leaning back in his chair, he began to communicate with spirits through the method of "dream divination".

The gray world soon changed. He saw the "Priest of Light" unfolding a piece of brown parchment in the sunlit study. On it was a formula written in the ancient Feysac language:

"Sequence 6, 'Notary'.

“Main materials: 1 piece of Elder Tree root crystal, 5 pieces of Qiling Bird tail feathers.

"Supplementary materials: 100 ml of Brilliant Contract Spirit Tree juice, one gold-edged sunflower, one white-edged sunflower, and 5 drops of water fern juice."

After the picture paused for a few seconds, the water waves began to float up, reconstructing a luxurious palace with golden statues everywhere.

Inside the hall, a man with a pure light that made people dare not look directly at him said to the fifty-year-old man below:

"This is the potion formula of the 'Priest of Light'. Remember, drive away the darkness and praise the sun."

The old man excitedly agreed and unfolded the old parchment in his hand:

"Sequence 5, 'Priest of Light'.

“Main materials: the red crown of the King of Dawn Rooster, and a piece of pure white brilliant stone.

“Supplementary materials: 5 grams of rosemary, 7 drops of golden palm juice, 10 milliliters of rock water, 60 milliliters of the blood of the king of dawn roosters.

"Ritual: In pure darkness, bury your entire body in ice that normally won't melt, then take the potion."

The picture disappeared quickly, and there was no more extra content.

Klein was not surprised by this. He knew very well that when it came to the demigod realm, the seven major churches would often directly provide potions and rituals without giving out formulas.

At this time, the figure of the "Priest of Light" had already mostly dissipated due to the forced spiritual communication.

His painful expression faded, his head tilted up, and his arms opened outward, as if embracing the sun.

"Praise the sun!" The "Priest of Light" closed his eyes and spoke devoutly.

These were the last words he said before his spirit body quickly disintegrated and faded, falling into the gray mist and disappearing completely.

A devout believer... Klein commented with a sigh, then quickly recalled what he saw in his dream and copied down the recipe.

One of the main ingredients of the Notary is the rhizome crystal of the Elder Tree... I remember that Miss Justice's Psychologist potion requires the fruit of the Elder Tree... So it seems that the Audience and the Sun may really be interchangeable at a high level... The difficulty for ordinary people in the ritual of the Priest of Light is to find ice that will not melt normally, but the little Sun is different. The living people in the God-Forsaken Land may disappear in pure darkness, so we have to think of a way to avoid it... Is it a role-playing method to drive away darkness and praise the sun? Klein thought for a while and picked up the slender blood crystal that was separated from Gilchies' body.

He thought for several seconds and carefully wrote down the corresponding divination statement:

“Its origin.”

Holding the items and paper, Klein once again silently recited the words and entered a dream.

In the gray world, he saw the huge sailing ship "Death Written" with its two ends raised high, and saw Gilchies climbing the ladder to the deck.

As soon as the "Apostle of Desire" put his feet firmly on the ground, a sticky black mist spread out from the cracks in the deck. It was filled with the smell of corruption and evil, completely enveloping Gilchias, contaminating and corroding all the glowing items on his body, including himself.

The mist quickly shrank and penetrated into Gilchies' chest, and its color gradually turned red, as if stained with blood.

Finally, everything returned to normal. Gilchias knelt on one knee, facing the deck and said:

"Your will is my will, great Death Call!"

The image shattered, and Klein opened his eyes.

He sat up straight, looked at the slender blood crystal, and muttered to himself thoughtfully:

"Is the 'Death Announcement' alive?

"A sealed object with living properties?

"This crystal is the source of its control over the crew. It has a strong polluting property. So, all magical items that are not of sufficient rank will be corroded?"

PS: I looked at the monthly votes and there’s not much difference. I’ll update again in the early morning!