Chapter 619: Unable to Speak

Oravi Hospice Foundation.

The lady responsible for volunteer registration hurriedly bent her back

as she frantically searched for the fountain pen which had dropped. At

this moment, Klein also noticed that she was reading a News Report paper

from a few days ago. It was back when his portrait and escapades were

published.

*This area subscribes to newspapers from the Rorsted Archipelago as

well? From the time it takes to sail between the places, it's true that

they can only read news from three to four days ago... If I had known

earlier, I would've worn a new face and thought of a fake name before

coming...* Klein stood in front of the desk as he thought

helplessly.

The lady in her thirties finally picked up the fountain pen, raised her

head, and said with a trembling voice, "Y-you want to do volunteer

work?"

"Yes," Klein gave an affirmative answer.

"B-but you're an adventurer," the mortified lady stammered for an

excuse.

She instinctively didn't want such an extremely dangerous person to do

volunteer work.

*Being famous isn't necessarily a good thing... Forget it. I'll switch

my appearance and name before coming again...* Klein had the

intention of giving up as he questioned her without any emotion, "Who

made the rules that adventurers can't do volunteer work?"

The lady responsible for the registration was on the brink of tears as

she blurted out, "It wasn't me!"

The volunteer registration room became abnormally quiet. Klein was first

taken aback before he felt like laughing. It took him a great deal of

effort to maintain Gehrman Sparrow's image.

After the lady calmed down, she sensed that her answer was clearly

problematic. She forced a smile and said, "No, I mean this isn't

regulated by anyone.

"My impression of adventurers is that they are very busy. They need to

be out at sea and have very little time to do volunteer work.

"That's them," Klein answered succinctly.

The lady held her palm to her mouth as she revealed a smile.

"Alright. I'll immediately help you with your registration."

As she spoke, she pulled out a form and handed it over.

"Please fill it in. We will provide the corresponding training and

volunteer jobs according to your requests.

"We will contact you, or you can always come over to inquire for any

updates."

She had already made up her mind not to put Gehrman Sparrow's form into

the docket. Instead, she would hand it directly to the foundation's

person-in-charge and the police.

*Goddess, why is this dangerous fellow here to do volunteer

work?* She secretly drew a crimson moon on her chest.

Klein nodded in silence. He took the form and sat down. Picking up a

fountain pen, he began filling in his basic information.

During this process, a man in a doctor's gown entered and asked,

"Joanna, are there any new volunteers? We'll begin the morning

training."

Joanna, who was in charge of the registration, had the intention to

shake her head. However, Gehrman Sparrow, who sat opposite her, gave her

an intense sense of pressure even though he remained silent and didn't

raise his head. She didn't dare to lie.

"There is," she first replied to the man and then looked at Klein. "Mr.

Sparrow, do you wish to receive the basic training for volunteer work

now, or do you wish to wait until tomorrow?"

Klein thought for a moment before saying, "Now."

He planned on familiarizing himself first, allowing him to show his

professionalism at volunteer work after changing his identity. That way,

he could quickly help out at a hospital.

Joanna clearly drew a breath and said, "Then follow Mr. Gravia after you

are done filling in the form."

"Alright," Klein replied calmly.

Half an hour later, the calm and polite adventurer who had his madness

hidden in him stared at the abnormally dirty toilet in front of him. He

held his breath and said, "Scrub it?"

"Right, you have already received the basic training on how to carry a

patient. However, that isn't the most common task we do at a hospital.

We're mainly in charge of cleaning a patient's vomit or changing and

washing the linen, as well as maintaining the cleanliness of the

washroom. Heh heh, matters such as bandaging wounds are left to the

professionals. We only need you to have the basics grasped." Gravia

pinched his nose as he pointed to the stained toilets. "A volunteer has

already demonstrated it to you. Please begin."

*This is very different from what I imagined... Completely

different...* Klein's first reaction was to turn his back and

leave, but he ultimately picked up the cleaning tools with a deadpan

expression. He held back his disgust and went over before crouching

down.

Then, he leaned back a little as he extended his right arm.

At noon, Klein took off his white gown and wore his top hat before

leaving Oravi Hospice Foundation with a cold expression.

He had serious second thoughts about continuing the volunteer work to

find opportunities for real acting.

Only when his carriage arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar did he steel his

resolve to continue the attempt.

*I have to become a Marionettist in 1350 and digest the potion, so as to

begin seeking the clues to become a High-Sequence Beyonder,*

Klein emphasized his goal once again.

He retracted his emotions and entered the Sweet Lemon Bar. He spent 8

pence for apple cider marinated pork ribs and a piece of buttered bread.

Together with a cup of rye beer costing 1.5 pence, they formed Klein's

lunch.

He finished eating in an unhurried fashion before using a handkerchief

to wipe his mouth. He said to the bartender, "Where's your boss? I have

something to talk to him about."

Since he had already verbally agreed to join the Adventurer Association,

Klein naturally didn't plan on missing the opportunity to use this loose

alliance. He planned to ask Bilt Brando to contact unaffiliated Artisans

or Artisans who were willing to moonlight. He wanted an Artisan to

create an item like Azik's copper whistle, so he didn't need to set up a

ritual and chant the incantations every time he summoned his messenger.

It was complicated, troublesome, and a waste of time.

Of course, if Bilt Brando didn't know an Artisan, Klein didn't plan on

forcing the matter. After all, joining the Adventurer Association didn't

require him to pay.

The bartender pointed to the staircase and said, "He's on the second

floor.

"If you've already agreed to join his association and have seen those

bodyguards, then they'll let you up."

Klein nodded indiscernibly and slowly got up before walking towards the

staircase.

Indeed, no guards stopped him. Only when he reached the second floor did

a bodyguard approach him to inquire about his purpose.

Thanks to his reputation as Gehrman Sparrow, he easily met Bilt Brando

again. He also saw an unfamiliar man beside him.

"My friend, Sothoth Yann, an important member of the association." Bilt

pointed to the man in a red headscarf.

At the same time, he exchanged looks with the man and saw the

seriousness and puzzlement in each other's eyes.

After a simple greeting, Klein got a chair to sit on. He directly said,

"I wish to obtain the help of an Artisan. I wonder if the association is

able to provide any clues."

"Artisan?" Bilt sucked at his cigar and paused for a few seconds. He

deliberated for a moment before saying, "I do know an Artisan, but he's

unwilling to meet strangers. This will bring him grave danger. If you

have any requests, then I can be the middleman. I believe I have the

required reputation to do so."

To most Churches, Mid- and Low-Sequence Beyonders without any evil

intentions could be ignored at times. However, Artisans needed to be

dealt with indiscriminately. Otherwise, the mystical items they created

could flood the markets, bringing about extreme unrest to human society.

*From the looks of it, the Adventurer Association which Bilt organized

isn't just wasting money. At the very least, it has amassed quite a lot

of resources and information channels...* Klein took out the

murloc bladder which he had long prepared.

"I wish to make this into a ring, mainly to provide one with underwater

mobility."

He temporarily didn't mention the messenger, planning to test the

Artisan's ability and Bilt's reputation. If the messenger-summoning

incantation became widely known, it would create quite a bit of trouble.

*A Sequence 9 Beyonder characteristic isn't expensive. Even if Bilt

succumbs to greed and usurps the created mystical item, it doesn't

matter. After all, I have a bunch of charms from the Sea God domain...

Furthermore, it's not like I can't find him to settle the debt. This is

better. For him to be able to organize an Adventurer Association, he

definitely has plenty of money and ingredients...* As Klein's

thoughts reeled, he couldn't help but size up Bilt.

In that instant, Bilt shuddered for some baffling reason. All the hair

on his back stood up.

He felt as though Gehrman Sparrow's eyes looked like he had seen a

treasure trove!

As treasure, this wasn't a good experience at all.

Bilt glanced at Sothoth and forced a smile.

"This is a murloc's bladder, right?"

"Making a material at this level into a mystical item basically wouldn't

have any accidents.

"The Artisan's fee is 150 pounds. You can pay me after it's crafted."

A very fair price... Klein nodded silently as he threw the

murloc bladder over.

After Bilt caught it, he added, "Help me ask the Artisan if he has the

ability to fix the summoning ritual of a spirit world creature onto an

item which can be used for at least a year."

"No problem." Bilt heaved a sigh of relief before signaling to Sothoth

with his eyes.

Sothoth rubbed his depressed eye socket and took a step forward.

"Mr. Gehrman, would you be interested in heading out to sea soon?

"We already have a few pretty good ships. They're planning on hiring

manpower to the eastern front to hunt pirates."

*Interesting... but my focus right now is to digest my

potion...* Klein calmly shook his head.

Sothoth's smile froze before vanishing.

He didn't say anything further, as it was a rejection from an adventurer

at the pirate admiral level. He and Bilt had already found the relevant

newspapers and confirmed the authenticity of Gehrman Sparrow.

Klein slowly stood up and pressed his top hat to his chest before bowing

slightly.

"Thank you for your help."

Bilt's facial muscles twitched a little as though he was holding back

something. He had something to say, but he wasn't able to say it out

loud.

Finally, he slowly drew in a breath and smiled.

"I believe we should hope for a pleasant partnership."

Klein sensed Bilt's and Sothoth's abnormality, but he suppressed his

puzzlement and didn't ask.

*I can't ask. There will be trouble once I ask... I have to focus on

digesting the potion...* Klein turned around and walked to the

door before turning the doorknob.

"Mr. Gehrman," Bilt suddenly said.

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched as he calmly looked back.

"Nothing? Haha, I mean, as a member of the association, you can have

cheaper drinks over here," Bilt said with a forced smile.

Do you think I would've pressed on the matter? Tsk... Klein

gently nodded and opened the door to leave.

After watching his back vanish, Bilt stared in a daze for two seconds

before letting out a long sigh.