Adventurer Mutual Aid Association
After watching the Dawn disappear into the depths of the Sea, Luther and Anderson sailed the sailboat they had bought from the Hanged Man to the port of Toscarter Island.
"God, we're finally out of that hellhole!"
Watching the ships come and go in the harbor and feeling the long-lost sense of human presence, Anderson breathed a sigh of relief. After several nightmarish weeks, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.
He really wanted to find a place to have a drink, but before that... he secretly glanced at Luther at the bow of the ship.
Gascoigne is already Sequence 4 Demigod; he needs to change his attitude when speaking from now on.
What do we do next?
Anderson offered his opinion first, asking Luther's opinion, "How about we go to the bars on the island? My treat!"
Luther did not reply immediately; his gaze swept over the ships in the harbor.
The "Secrets Suppliant's " unique heightened senses allowed him to see anomalies on several ships, all of which reeked of blood, and the Sailor on board were enveloped in the resentment of the many dead.
It's obvious these are pirates.
This is the border of Loen, a lawless land beyond the reach of national power, a paradise for pirates. With a little disguise, they can swagger onto the island and spend their money at the Moulin Rouge, casinos, or bars.
At this moment, a group of fierce-looking men disembarked from the ship, each clutching their newly distributed Pound, clearly preparing to squander them. The man surrounded in the middle exhibited a Spirituality response, though his rank was not high, only around Sequence 8 or 9.
But compared to ordinary people, that's already quite powerful.
Luther stared at them for a moment, then turned to face Anderson.
Do you know where I can redeem the bounty?
He asked.
"The Slaughterer" Kircheis and his two henchmen are still in the lower cargo hold. Their bodies have been "preserved" by Flesh and Blood Magic for some time now, so it's best to get rid of them as soon as possible.
"Know."
Anderson chuckled, " On Toscarter Island, there's the official administrative office of the Loen government, and also a church of the Church of Storms, where you can exchange items... but dealing with the officials there would be troublesome. Here in the Sonia Sea, it's usually done through the local [Adventurer Mutual Aid Association]."
The official redemption process is extremely cumbersome, requiring verification of the body, waiting through procedures, and confirmation of the redeemer's identity. Basically, no one would choose this Pathway.
"Adventurer Mutual Aid Association?"
"Yes, it's a rather loose alliance, based on mutual assistance and resource exchange. The organizer is a retired adventurer who achieved great success and hopes to unite adventurers to fight against the pirates."
Anderson shrugged and chuckled, seemingly disagreeing. "They have outposts on all the major islands of the Sonia Sea, providing convenience for adventurers. I have a feeling that this organization must be backed by some powerful force."
This is only natural. Such a large organization, even if it didn't have one at the beginning, would eventually be noticed and taken in as a lackey as it expands.
However, Luther didn't care about these things; as long as he knew there was a place where he could exchange money, that was enough for him.
He then manipulated the Flesh Puppet on the ship to lift the three corpses from the hold onto the deck. There, Kircheis and the others were encased in a layer of blood-red crystal, through which the gruesome corpses inside could be seen.
One resembles some kind of terrifying version of "amber".
"Hiss.."
Upon seeing this, Anderson's eyelids twitched violently.
"You're not going to just take them there and exchange them for money, are you?"
He couldn't help but ask.
The thought of someone carrying three bizarre corpses through the streets is insane!
Of course not.
Before Anderson could even relax, Luther added, "What I mean is, I'm going to find a hotel to stay in, and you take them to exchange."
Anderson's face immediately turned very ugly.
But in any case, he didn't dare to voice any objections, nor did he dare to trouble Luther to do it. He could only find a rope himself, tie the three "ambers" together, and drag them off the ship.
"Sizzle..."
The unusual cargo immediately attracted attention, but as more and more people saw what Anderson was dragging, their expressions turned to horror. The port quickly fell silent, with only the sound of the heavy corpse scraping the ground and people's whispers audible.
"Could that be Damian, the fifth Sailor of the 'King of Immortality,' the 'Butcher'?"
"The other one looks like 'Mad Dog' Bennett..."
"Both of them are Agalito's men, so who is that Devil- like fellow?"
Those who made a living in the port were discerning; they quickly recognized the corpses and confirmed that they were all wanted Great Pirate. Therefore, they looked at Luther and his men with even greater awe.
"I suddenly realized that coming here like this once in a while isn't so bad."
Feeling the gazes of the crowd, Anderson smiled.
Luther ignored him.
The two parted ways at the intersection; Luther went to find a hotel, while Anderson walked in the other direction. Followed and watched by the crowd behind him, he dragged the three corpses forward until he entered a two-story building on the side of the street.
A sign, crookedly nailed to the small building, read "Adventurer Mutual Aid Association".
The first floor of the small building was structured like a bar, with a few adventurers scattered around. Behind the bar, a middle-aged bald man with a huge, thick nose was half-reclining, and the bottle of Lielangqi in his hand was more than half empty.
Welcome to the Adventurers' Aid Guild...:
Noticing someone enter, the man with the alcohol-laden nose snorted a welcoming greeting.
"It's Anderson."
He glanced at the newcomer with his puffy eyes, recognizing him. "You actually came back alive, 'Sea Dog,' 'Crippled Man,' where are they?"
"They're all dead; I'm the only one who came back alive."
Anderson smiled broadly. "Jante, come and see what good stuff I brought you!"
He pulled the three corpses a little closer to the bar.
"Good stuff? You've made your fortune in those waters... Storm on the horizon! Anderson, what are you up to!"
The contact, named Jante, leaned out from behind the bar, glanced drunkenly at the floor, then his eyes widened and he let out a terrified scream.
Haha, are you surprised?
Anderson anticipated this reaction and laughed, saying, "Come here and take a good look with your alcohol-damaged eyes. Who are these guys?"
So the drunkard Jante quickly jumped over the bar and ran to the front of the building to check it. The other adventurers in the hall also noticed the unusual atmosphere and gathered around.
"The Butcher" Damian, "Mad Dog" Bennett... these are all henchmen of the "King of Immortality"! Then who is this corpse...?
They recognized two of them, but could not identify the Devil Transformation Kircheis.
"The Slaughterer" Kircheis.
Anderson smiled and revealed the answer.
He was pleased to see that the atmosphere around him instantly became quiet, and everyone looked like they had seen a ghost.