"I'll take responsibility for this matter, and they'll supervise me as well." Like Sifa, Gourmet Bruvols had reached a similar conclusion. He nodded and made his promise.
Klein did not waste words. He turned to Anderson Hood. "Come in."
Then, Sifa saw the mad adventurer's gaze sweep over him. "I need help."
After the evil god incident on Windmill Island, Klein had no doubts about the strength of this Tarot Club member, Mr. Chariot. If he were not Gehrman Sparrow at the moment, he would have invited him to help in a gentler manner.
But he was Gehrman now, so he spoke briefly, without seeming long-winded.
Sifa could clearly tell that Klein treated him very differently from Anderson. He nodded readily. "All right."
"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was your subordinate. That attitude of yours is practically the perfect example of a Provoker."
Anderson straightened up and sauntered into the captain's cabin. As he passed Sifa, he turned his head, glanced at him, and smiled. "Why are you so polite to him, Mr. Gehrman? You're playing favorites."
Klein said expressionlessly, "People are different."
Anderson was instantly left speechless.
After closing and locking the door, Klein turned to face Sifa and Anderson. "Are you interested in taking part in a rare adventure?"
"You might earn the achievement of hunting a Dragon." He said this to Anderson.
Anderson stared seriously at Klein's stern face for several seconds, then smiled. "Not interested."
He shook his head firmly and, before Klein could speak, laughed. "I smell danger. A proud, mad, powerful adventurer is actually inviting me on an adventure. What does that mean? It means this matter is extremely troublesome and extremely dangerous!"
This guy had a sharp tongue, but he was not stupid. Otherwise, he would have died long ago