Klein sat down at the bar and slammed his fist on the tabletop:

"A glass of Southwell beer. ”

Behind him, several guards hesitated whether to come over to warn him or pretend that no one had fired their guns just now.

The bartender winked at the guards, picked up a glass, and said with a smile:

"Why not have a 'sweet lemon'?

"Our boss once went to Trier to learn how to mix, mastered many of the cocktail categories left by Russell the Great, and created Olavi's most popular 'Sweet Lemon' on his own. ”

Klein didn't feel a little moved, and calmly responded:

"I only drink beer. ”

"Okay. The bartender didn't rush to pick up the Southwell beer, and said with a smile, "Sir, are you an adventurer?"

Klein nodded, not answering.

The bartender did not hesitate, smiled and said:

"Maybe you should go and meet our boss, who is always kind to new adventurers and is happy to invite them for drinks, and besides, it will help you in other ways. ”

Crane, who had planned to come here to buy the auxiliary materials of the "Secret Puppet Master", did not refuse, took out a brass-colored penny, snapped it on the ground, and caught it steadily.

He placed the penny on the bar as a thank you to the bartender for the reminder, and he slowly rose and followed one of the guards up the stairs to the second floor, into the room at the other end of the hallway.

The room is covered with a thick, soft brown carpet, and the slight smell of fine coal burning, mixed with the aroma of cigars.

A middle-aged man with neatly combed blond hair sat back in an easy chair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, surrounded by more than six bodyguards.

Although Klein is not an extraordinary person in the field of "audience", he cannot judge the characteristics and strength of those bodyguards from the details, nor does he belong to the "voyeur" and "monster" approach, he can see a certain amount of secrets and discover some things that others can't discover, but his spiritual intuition makes him believe that there must be extraordinary people in those bodyguards, extraordinary people who can pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper, pulled the collar of his black shirt, stood up slowly, stretched out his right hand and said:

"Welcome to Olavi, my adventurer friend. ”

His blue eyes had a slight smile on his face, and he looked quite sincere.

Klein also stretched out his right hand and touched the other party lightly, without speaking, waiting for the other party to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the easy chair and chuckled:

"I'm the owner of this place, Bilt Brando.

"I used to be an adventurer, and my strength was not bad, at least I survived until now and made a lot of money. ”

I am very confident in my own strength, so I dare to express it so directly...... Klein sat down unceremoniously, leaning forward slightly, waiting for Bilt to continue speaking.

Seeing that the adventurer opposite did not respond, Bildt sat down again, took a puff on his cigar, and said leisurely:

"Frankly, I do have a purpose for meeting each of the new adventurers. ”

He pointed to the charts on the desk in his room, and described them in a magnetic voice:

"From the Rorsted Islands to the east, the sea is becoming more and more chaotic, and the military and the Church are becoming less and less powerful, and they can only protect the port where they are located.

"This sea is a paradise for pirates, and it is very bad for us adventurers, so I hope to organize everyone to form a loose alliance and unite in the face of danger.

"This alliance is not too binding, you can choose to watch other adventurers when they are in danger, no one will punish you, but you don't need to expect help if you encounter a similar situation later.

"In addition, one thing I can promise is that the adventurers of this alliance will receive a discount close to the reserve price when they buy items from me, and when they sell their harvest, they will be at least equal to the market price. ”

After the introduction, Bildt looked at the new adventurer opposite with a smile, and said with a smile:

"How's it like? Are you interested in joining this loose alliance, rest assured, it won't cost you any more, our only purpose is to help each other when we meet pirates. ”

Klein nodded and said:

"Sounds pretty good. ”

"Haha, I think so too, I once wanted to name this alliance 'Adventure Brotherhood', but later I thought the word 'brother' was too mandatory, so I changed it to 'Adventurers' Mutual Aid Association. Bildt laughed to himself.

At this point, he lowered his hand to hold the cigar, clicked his lips, shook his head and smiled:

"Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name. ”

Crane kept his posture unchanged and replied in a deep voice:

"Gelman Sparrow. ”

"Gelman Sparrow......" Bildt's eyelids jumped, his smile instantly became a little stiff, and the bodyguards around him tensed as if they were facing a great enemy.

Bildt quickly returned to normal, and did not inquire whether it was the real Gelman Sparrow or a fake liar, and laughed:

"Is there anything you'd like to buy? I've got a lot of good stuff here. ”

"The spring water of the golden spring of Sunia. Crane said with a plain appearance, but cautiously on the inside.

He didn't mention the bark of the dragon tree, which was a good chance to be found in herb shops anyway.

Bilt Brando breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"Simple.

"100 ml 30 pounds.

"Believe me, even if you go to Sunia, it will be a few pounds cheaper than this at most, and those barbarians of Fusak have blocked one spring after another, and it is difficult for others to get it. ”

"Deal. "Klein had a rough idea of the price of Golden Springs and knew that 30 pounds for 100 ml was indeed quite cheap.

After completing the deal, Bildt was about to speak, when he heard a knock on the door.

With his permission, one of the guards came in, leaned into his ear, and whispered a few words.

Bildt's expression suddenly sank, and the whole person looked unusually cold, exuding an indescribable murderous aura.

Sure enough, the strength is quite good, and he used to be either a famous adventurer or a well-known pirate...... There should be a medium sequence...... Klein looked at the other party, calmly making judgments.

Bilt turned his head and reluctantly said to Klein:

"Mr. Sparrow, I have something to attend to.

"There will be a chance to drink together in the future. ”

"Good. Klein got up slowly, not thinking of interfering in the other party's affairs.

Of course, that doesn't mean he's not curious, it's just that curiosity isn't enough to make him change his style.

Leaving the "Sweet Lemon" bar, Klein returned to his rented hotel.

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

Silver City, a "daytime" with frequent lightning.

After practicing the extraordinary abilities of the "Sun Priest", Derick Berg walked along the edge of the training ground in the direction of the twin towers.

After many tarot gatherings, he has gradually figured out the pattern, and knows how many lightning frequencies will alternate before he will be pulled into the gray mist by Mr. "Fool".

And now, it's the last "day".

Because of this, he had to go to the library and look through the historical materials related to the old gods so that he could dedicate them to Mr. "Fool" when the time came.

As he passed through the partition of the training ground, Derick subconsciously looked inside, where there were members of the exploration team resting, it was the members of the exploration team led by Colin Iliad, the chief elder of the six-member council!

They had recently returned to Silver City from their exploration based on the description of the little boy Jack, and were in quarantine.

Darerick withdrew his gaze with a slight heaviness, and made his way to the spire, up to the third floor, and into the library.

He was about to walk to the bookshelf where mythological materials and ancient classics were placed, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

It was a white, tender and gorgeous lady in her thirties, dressed in a black robe with many mysterious purple lines, and her silver-gray hair was slightly curled.

She's Lovia Tiffany, the elder of the Council of Six, who has been imprisoned for a long time!

The other party's pale gray eyes swept over, and Darek suddenly felt like his soul was pierced, and he stiffened uncontrollably for a second.

"Best wishes, Elder Lovia. He hurriedly lowered his head and pressed his hand to his chest.

Lovia walked over and nodded slightly:

"I've been released from quarantine. ”

She finished calmly and turned away, as if announcing something.

Darek stood in place, a layer of cold sweat unconsciously pouring out on his back.

How could she be released? The Council of Six had determined that she was fine?, Derick thought unusually tensely.

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

Monday afternoon, above the gray fog.

Crane propped his elbows on the armrests, and clasped his palms together as he watched as the crimson light lit up and faded into blurred figures.

Then he heard the light greeting of Miss "Justice":

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"

PS: Maybe it's something like the wake up the mountain before, and I caught a cold after I came back, mainly because of a sore throat, and I didn't take medicine for a few days, and in the end I couldn't bear it, so I could only rely on medicine to help, and now it's a lot better, but because of the problem of medicine, I only wrote a chapter yesterday, so there is no manuscript, and the number of words on this sheet is relatively small. Also, asking for a monthly ticket, there is only one day left in January, and it will be a waste if you don't vote~