After thinking for a while, Crane, who had no answer, put away the slender blood crystal because he did not have a premonition of danger, and then bent down to look at the demonized Gilcias who had lost half of his head.

"I don't know if I can get a bounty like this, and how much I can get...... I don't know who the military liaison is here? I sent a telegram to Uss Kent? This back and forth, plus the time he spent operating remotely, I will have to leave tomorrow if I don't get it done in three or four days...... Moreover, it is indispensable to give benefits to the middleman. He muttered a few words, stepped aside, picked up the half-height silk top hat with obvious scorch marks, and put it on his head.

Then, dragging the heavy and massive demon corpse, he came to the door step by step, and reached out to pull the door open.

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

Crane pinched his fingers to close the "Spirit Thread" and continued to drag the hideous and terrifying demon corpse through the hallway, down the stairs, down to the first floor.

At this time, there were few people left in the bar, and the tables and chairs were overturned, and the debris was all over the ground, and the eyes were full of messes.

Crane entered the hall through a badly broken staircase, looked around, and found the boss who was cowering behind the bar with a sad face—there were only a few bodyguards left in his hire, scattered around.

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

"You, what do you want to do?" the boss asked as he stepped back and pulled his throat.

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

Crane stopped and threw Gilcias' body forward.

Then, in a hoarse voice, he spoke:

"Can you claim the bounty on your behalf?"

The boss froze for a second, his gaze instinctively moving down, and he saw clearly the huge demon corpse that was still wrapped in a little blue flame.

He and his bodyguards gasped at the same time, having the illusion that they were not in the real world.

This turned out to be a real demon!

Except for its bent goat horns, it is exactly like the demons depicted in church texts and legends!

Witnessing supernatural forces is not too uncommon for ordinary people living in Pirate Land, and in this regard, their knowledge is significantly higher than that of the colonies and kingdoms west of Olawe, but the people who are the owners and guards of the big bar have also never seen real demons, and even suspect that this is a discredit from the Church against the unofficial extraordinary.

The boss retracted his gaze with difficulty, looked at the adventurer with tattered clothes and a grim expression:

"Yes, they, they should have a way to confirm that this is Gilcias.

"It's Gilcias, isn't it?"

Crane secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently.

The boss pondered for two seconds, squeezed out a smile full of fear and said:

"But you can't get it all, you know, it costs some, the cost, about 30%, otherwise you'll have to wait a long time, 9,500 pounds is not a small amount, for the port of Tuscat, at least a week, this, it's because there are often pirates here, there are often adventurers with bounties, so there is always a lot of money, in Olawe, in other places, maybe two weeks, or even a month. ”

9,500 pounds was not a small amount, and Klein clearly remembered that when he was in Tingen, the budget of the night watchman team was only 1,000 pounds a month, and it was still shared between the church and the police.

He thought for a moment and said to the bar owner:

"Do you know me?"

"Recognize. The boss nodded busily.

Crane glanced at everyone and continued to ask:

"Can you find out where I live?"

"Yes, yes. "The boss didn't dare to lie.

Klein let out an "um" and said in a flat, straightforward tone:

"Tomorrow before noon, send a bounty of 6,000 pounds. ”

6,000 pounds, that's less than 70 per cent, more than 600 pounds less...... The boss was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the crazy adventurer to take the initiative to reduce the price.

"Can it be done?" Klein asked again.

The extra 650 pounds was his compensation for the bar, after all, the situation here was quite miserable, but such a thing could not be said by the mad adventurer himself, he believed that the owner of the bar was not a philanthropist, and would certainly not hand over the extra money to others.

The boss thought hard and replied:

"Yes!"

Even if the official process is not so fast, he has nothing to worry about, because he intends to borrow some of the money first, along with his own savings, to put the bounty that Gelman Sparrow needs.

There aren't many businesses that can make hundreds of pounds at a time, so you can't let them go!

Crane nodded, didn't say anything more, turned around, and walked to the bar door.

As he approached the door, he took out a few yellow copper coins from his coat pocket and threw them onto a small round table next to him.

With a clang, the coins tumble to a flattening, totaling 8p.

In the process of doing this, Crane, who was wearing a long black dress, did not stop and slowed down, and his back quickly disappeared at the gate.

"He, what does he mean by that?" said the boss, surprised and dazed.

Most of the bodyguards shook their heads with the same expression, indicating that they did not know what Gelman Sparrow was trying to do with the coin.

The only bodyguard who was originally guarding the gate frowned and thought about it, and said uncertainly:

"When he first came in, he took away, took someone else's beer, and threw it at Gilsias.

"Is this the money for that beer with the glass?"

The bar was quiet again, and the owner and a few bodyguards, though unable to accept such an explanation, inexplicably felt that it was quite in the style of the mad adventurer Gelman Sparrow.

............

Another set of clothes was ruined, which was about 9 pounds...... Fortunately, this time the income is good...... Well, I'll have another set tomorrow...... Turning into another street, Klein paused and examined his state.

He did not rush back to the hotel where he was staying, but first found a policeman who was controlled by drugs, helped the gang do many bad things, and even faked the plot to kill witnesses according to the information provided by Mosona, the boss of the "New Rune Party", confirmed the other party's crime in a psychic way, and then let the "creeping hunger" enjoy the feast that really belongs to today.

After doing this, Crane rode back to the hotel in a carriage and entered the room.

With a little arrangement, he used the ritual to bring "wriggling hunger" and slender blood crystals to the gray mist.

Seated at the top of the bronze table, Crane did not hesitate to pick up the gloves and release the soul of the "Priest of Light".

The Sequence 5 powerhouse was an old man with a thin face, an elegant temperament, and an easy-going demeanor, and he wore a simple white clergyman's robe, and bowed to the mysterious being shrouded in gray mist, expressing his gratitude.

Klein bowed his head slightly, which was a response, and then directly embodied the pen and paper, and wrote the next divination sentence:

"Potion recipes above the 'Sun' pathway sequence 7. ”

Leaning back in his chair, he began to use the method of "dream divination" to channel.

The gray world soon changed, and he saw the "priest of light" unfold a brown parchment in the sunlit study, on which a recipe was copied in the ancient Forsak language:

"Sequence 6, 'Notary Public'.

"Main materials: 1 part of the rhizome crystals of the Elder Tree, 5 tail feathers of the Spirit Bird.

"Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of sap of the Radiant Spirit Tree, 1 Phnom Penh Sunflower, 1 White-edged Sunflower, 5 drops of Water Fern sap. ”

After a few seconds of pause, the water ripples float, reconstructing a lavish temple full of gold statues.

In the hall, a man covered with pure light that made people dare not look directly said to the half-hundred-year-old man below:

"This is the potion recipe of the 'Priest of Light', remember, to 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 material: the red crown of the King of the Rooster of Dawn, a piece of pure white radiant stone.

"Auxiliary ingredients: 5 grams of rosemary, 7 drops of kintam juice, 10 ml of rock water, 60 ml of blood of the king of the rooster of dawn.

"Ritual: In pure darkness, bury your whole body in ice cubes that normally do not melt, and then take a potion. ”

The picture quickly fades away, and there is nothing superfluous.

Klein was not surprised by this, he knew very well that when it came to the demigod realm, the seven major churches tended to directly provide potions and rituals, and would not give formulas.

At this time, the figure of the "Priest of Light" had already dissipated most of it due to the forcible channeling.

His expression of pain darkened, his head tilted up, his arms outstretched, and he made a gesture of embracing the sun.

"Praise the sun!" the "priest of light" closed his eyes and spoke reverently.

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

A devout man...... Crane sighed and commented, then quickly recalled what he had seen in his dream and copied the recipe.

One of the main materials of the "notary" is the crystallization of the rhizome of the tree of the elders...... I remember that Miss Justice's "psychiatrist" potion needed the fruit of the Elder Tree...... In this way, it is really possible for the "audience" and the "sun" to be swapped in a high sequence...... the ritual of the "priest of light" is difficult for ordinary people to find the ice that does not melt normally, but unlike the small "sun", the living people in the "Godforsaken Land" may disappear in pure darkness, and they have to think of a way to avoid it...... Driving out the darkness and praising the sun is a trick?Crane thought for a while, and picked up the slender blood crystals that had precipitated from Gilcias's body.

He thought about it for a few seconds and carefully wrote down the corresponding divination sentence:

"Where it came from. ”

Holding the object and the paper, Crane recited the phrase again and entered the dream.

In the gray world, he saw the "Death", a huge sailing ship with two ends raised high, and saw Gilcias climb the soft ladder and go up to the deck.

As soon as the "Apostle of Desire" stepped on his feet, a sticky black mist filled the cracks in the deck, and it was filled with the smell of depravity, completely enveloping Gilcias and contaminating and corrupting all the glittering objects on his body, including himself.

The mist contracted rapidly, burrowing into Gilcias's chest, gradually turning red as if stained with blood.

Eventually, everything was back to normal, and Gilcias got down on one knee, facing the deck, and said:

"Your will is my will, the great 'Death Cry'!"

The image shattered, and Crane opened his eyes.

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

"Is the 'Death Number' alive?

"A seal with living properties?

"This crystal is the source of its control over the crew, and it is highly polluting, so any magical item that is not good enough will be corroded?"

PS: After reading the monthly pass, it's not much worse, and it's more in the early morning!