Oravi Medical Aid Foundation.
The woman in charge of volunteer registration hurriedly bent down, frantically groping for the pen that had fallen to the ground. At that moment, Klein also noticed that she had just been reading the News from a few days ago, the one with his portrait and story.
Do they also subscribe to newspapers in the Rorsted Archipelago? Considering the time it took for the ship to arrive, we can only read news from three or four days ago... If I had known this, I would have made up a new face and come up with a fake name before coming here... Klein stood in front of his desk, thinking helplessly.
The woman in her thirties finally picked up the pen, looked up, and said in a trembling voice:
"You... you want to do volunteer work?"
"Yes," Klein replied affirmatively.
"But... but you're an adventurer," the woman stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.
She instinctively didn't want such an extremely dangerous person to become a volunteer.
Becoming famous isn't always a good thing... Oh well, I'll just change my face, clothes, and name later... Klein had already given up in his heart, but outwardly he asked without any emotion:
Who says adventurers can't do volunteer work?
The woman in charge of registration looked like she was about to cry and blurted out:
"It wasn't me!"
The volunteer registration room fell into an unusual silence. Klein was taken aback at first, then wanted to laugh, barely managing to maintain his Gehrman Sparrow persona.
The woman calmed down slightly, realizing there was a clear problem with her answer, and forced a smile, saying:
No, I mean no one stipulates that.
"But in my impression, adventurers are all very busy, they need to go out to sea, and they rarely have time to do volunteer work."
"That's them," Klein replied succinctly.
The woman covered her mouth with her hand, then smiled again and said:
"Okay, I'll register you right away."
As she spoke, she pulled out a form and handed it over:
Please fill out this form, and we will provide relevant training and volunteer positions based on your requirements.
We will contact you, or you can come and ask us yourself.
She had already made up her mind not to put the form filled out by Gehrman Sparrow in the file, but to hand it directly to the person in charge of the Foundation and to the police station.
Goddess, how could such a dangerous guy be doing volunteer work? She secretly drew a Crimson Moon on her chest.
Klein nodded silently, took the form, sat down, picked up his pen, and quickly filled in the basic information.
During this process, a man wearing Doctor's white coat came in and asked:
" Juana, are there any new volunteers? We're about to begin our morning training."
Juana, who was in charge of registration, wanted to shake her head, but the sight of Gehrman Sparrow, without him saying a word or even looking up, gave her a strong sense of urgency, making her afraid to lie.
"Yes," she replied to the man in the white coat first, then looked at Klein and said, "Mr. Sparrow, are you going to start your basic volunteer training now, or wait until tomorrow?"
Klein thought for a moment and said:
"Now."
He plans to familiarize himself with the procedures so that he can become a professional volunteer in the future and quickly get started helping out at the hospital.
Juana visibly took a breath and said:
"After you fill out the form, go with Mr. Graya."
"Okay," Klein replied calmly.
Half an hour later, the calm and polite adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, who harbored a madness beneath his calm demeanor, stared at the exceptionally filthy toilet in front of him and held his breath, saying:
"Swipe it?"
"Yes, you've already had a basic training session on carrying patients, but that's not what we do most often in the hospital. Our main responsibilities are cleaning up patients' vomit, changing bed linens, and keeping the washrooms clean and hygienic. Hehe, bandaging wounds is for professionals; we only need a basic understanding." Graya pinched her nose and pointed to the toilets covered in yellow and black stains. "A volunteer has already demonstrated; you can begin."
This isn't what I imagined... it's not like this... Klein's first reaction was to turn and leave, but in the end, he picked up the cleaning tools with a blank expression, endured the intense nausea, approached, and squatted down.
Then, he leaned back slightly and extended his right hand.
Around noon, Klein took off his white coat, put on his top hat, and left the Oravi Medical Aid Foundation with a cold expression.
He experienced strong hesitation regarding whether to do volunteer work and seek Acting opportunities.
It wasn't until he arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar by carriage that he made up his mind to continue trying.
"I must become a ' Marionettist ' within 1350 years, digest this Potion, and begin searching for clues to High-Sequence," Klein reiterated his goal in his mind.
He composed himself, went into the Sweet Lemon Bar, and at the bar, spent 8 pence on a pork chop with apple juice and a piece of bread with butter.
These, along with a 1.5p beer, made up Klein's lunch.
He calmly finished his meal, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and said to the bartender:
Where's your boss? I need to speak with him.
Having already verbally agreed to join the " Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society," Klein naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to take advantage of this loose alliance Bilt Brando to help contact wild or freelance " Artisan " to create items similar to the Azik Copper Whistle, so that he wouldn't have to set up rituals and chant incantations every time he summoned a messenger, which was complicated, troublesome, and time-consuming.
Of course, if Bilt Brando didn't know the " Artisan," Klein wouldn't force him, since joining the " Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society " didn't require any money.
The bartender pointed to the stairwell and said:
He's on the second floor.
"If you've already agreed to join his alliance and met those bodyguards, they'll let you up."
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, slowly rose, and walked towards the stairwell.
Sure enough, no guards stopped him until he reached the second floor, where a bodyguard came over to inquire.
Thanks to Gehrman Sparrow's reputation, he easily met with Bilt Brando, only to find that the man was accompanied by an unfamiliar man.
"My friend, Sothoth Yang, an important member of the mutual aid society," Bilt said, pointing to the man wearing a dark red turban.
At the same time, he and the other person exchanged glances and saw that they both looked equally solemn and puzzled.
After a brief greeting, Klein found a chair and sat down, saying very directly:
"I'm hoping to get help from the ' Artisan,' and I wonder if the mutual aid society can provide any clues."
" Artisan?" Bilt took a puff of his cigar, paused for a few seconds, and said carefully, "I do know a ' Artisan,' but he doesn't like meeting people he doesn't know well, as it would put him in great danger. If you need anything, I can help you with the transfer; I think I have the credibility to do so."
For the major churches, at times, Low-Sequence Beyonder without malicious intent can be ignored, but " Artisan " must be dealt with indiscriminately, otherwise it will lead to an overabundance of magical items and bring great instability to human society.
It seems that Bilt's " Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society " isn't just a waste of money; it has at least gathered considerable resources and channels... Klein took out the Merfolk's swim bladder he had prepared beforehand:
"I want to make it into a ring, primarily to provide underwater mobility."
He didn't discuss the messenger for the time being, intending to first test the " Artisan's" abilities and the reputation of Bilt's group. If the spell to summon the messenger spread too widely, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.
The Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence 9 are not expensive. Even if Bilt becomes Greed and pockets the crafted magical items, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I still have a bunch of talismans from the Sea God's Domain... Besides, it's not like I can't go and collect the debt. In fact, it's better. He can organize an " Adventurers' Mutual Aid Society," so he must have a lot of money and materials... Klein thought to himself and couldn't help but take another look at Bilt.
At that moment, Bilt felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
He felt that Gehrman Sparrow's gaze just now was as if he were looking at a treasure!
As a treasure trove, it's not a pleasant experience.
Bilt glanced at Sothoth beside him and forced a smile, saying:
"Is this Merfolk's swim bladder?"
"It's highly likely that materials of this caliber will be used to create magical items."
" The Artisan's fee is 150 pounds, which you can pay me after the work is completed."
"A very fair price..." Klein nodded silently and tossed the Merfolk in his hand over.
After Bilt caught it, he added:
"Also, ask that ' Artisan ' if he has the ability to solidify the ritual for summoning Spirit World creatures onto an item, with the requirement that it can be used for at least a year."
"No problem." Bilt breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Sothoth.
Sothoth rubbed his sunken eyes and stepped forward, saying:
"Mr. Gehrman, are you interested in going out to sea recently?"
"We already have several decent ships and are planning to gather men to hunt pirates to the east."
"That's interesting... but my focus lately has been on digesting the Potion..." Klein calmly shook his head.
Sothoth's smile froze for a moment, then vanished.
He said nothing more, because it was a rejection from a pirate general-level adventurer. He and Bilt had collected the relevant newspapers and confirmed the authenticity of Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein slowly rose, pressed his top hat to his chest, and bowed slightly:
Thank you for your help.
Bilt's facial muscles Distortion, as if he were forcibly suppressing something, with words about to slip out.
Finally, he took a slow breath and smiled, saying:
"It was a pleasant collaboration."
Klein noticed the unusual behavior of Bilt and Sothoth, but suppressed his doubts and asked nothing.
I can't ask, asking will only cause trouble, it will lead to problems... I need to focus on digesting the Potion... Klein turned around, walked to the door, and turned the handle.
"Mr. Gehrman," Bilt blurted out suddenly.
Klein's lips twitched slightly, and he calmly turned around to look over.
"Nothing? Haha, what I mean is, as a member of the mutual aid society, it'll be cheaper to drink here," Bilt forced a smile.
Did you think I'd press you for details? Tsk... Klein nodded slightly, opened the door, and went out.
After watching his figure disappear, Bilt paused for two seconds, then let out a long sigh.
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