At 10 pm, Swordfish Bar.

Kryn, who had not received the bounty for a whole afternoon, went out and walked around in front of Us Kent, and got the answer that the process had been completed but would not be given the money tomorrow morning.

He pretended to participate in the private transactions of adventurers in the Swordfish Bar, but unfortunately he failed to discover the main material or magical items of the "Secret Master" potion.

Turning back to its original state, Klein pressed his hat and tried to squeeze through the crowd and left the bar, which was in the most lively and hustle and bustle stage.

At this time, one gaze after another swept across his face, most of them were stunned at first, and then they obviously stopped for two seconds, as if they were identifying something.

Suddenly, they simultaneously shrank their gaze and retreated toward the place away from Klein, like a separate tide.

They have learned about German Sparrow's appearance and strength from newspapers and rumors, and more details have gradually spread in various places where adventurers, pirates and gang members gather, allowing many people to know the situation at that time. When German Sparrow discovered the "smart talker" Missol King, he instantly drew his gun and fired. Therefore, everyone consciously stayed away from this dangerous guy.

Trader Relf was drinking at the bar when he suddenly noticed something abnormal there, and instinctively turned his body halfway and looked over.

He soon saw a silent gentleman with a thin face and a clear edge, and the corresponding portraits published in the Newspaper naturally emerged in his mind:

German Sparo, who hunted the "smart talker"!

Immediately afterwards, Relf thought of the content of the chatting when he met with the leader of the Rebel Army Carat in the evening, and confirmed that the crazy adventurer in front of him did not reject the "Sea God", and even witnessed the private transaction between the Rebel Army and the "Lieutenant General of the Iceberg".

Perhaps he could develop him into a believer of the "Sea God"... Even if he is not interested in the future of the archipelago, he might help in some things... Relf held his hands together, put them at his mouth, and made an action that seemed to be blowing a conch. This is one of the gestures of praying to the "Sea God" Kavetuva.

Then he suddenly stood up and walked towards German Sparo with the beer glass.

At this time, Klein also noticed Relf's approaching and recognized who the other party was.

That was a devout believer who once wanted to dedicate one-third of his 20,000 pounds to the "Sea God"!

That was the former pirate businessman who was sent to work as a children's charity fund by him!

Through the news about charity funds and the other party's always praying devoutly, his understanding of Relf can be said to cover all aspects, so he was puzzled why the other party tried to contact German Sparo.

Is there a commission? What the Rebels could not do for various reasons? Klein looked at Relf and slowed down.

"Mr. German Sparo?" Relf raised the beer glass in his hand.

Klein nodded, naturally maintaining his character:

"I don't know you."

"Haha, the understanding between adventurers is always simple, maybe it only takes a glass of wine." Relf pointed to the bar, "Are you interested in having a glass?"

"Okay." Klein was puzzled and responded simply.

Sitting at the corner of the bar, he ordered a glass of Nanwell beer, and looked at Relf while drinking, without taking the initiative to speak.

Being quietly watched by a pirate general-level strong man is not a good experience. Relf took a sip of beer to cover up the high tension of his spirit, and laughed:

"I've heard of you, before this incident today, know that you are a true gentleman who has no discrimination against the colonial natives."

A line flashed through Klein's mind, and finally came to several words that were relatively consistent with the character:

"Say the point."

...Relph almost choked and coughed twice:

“Do I have this honor to introduce to you our God, the Savior of the Islands, and the Holy One of the Sea?

"You know, the sea is so vast and the storm is so terrible. With merely relying on myself, even the four-month-level big shots cannot guarantee that they will overcome all kinds of difficulties and survive. At this time, we need a god, a god who can respond to you, who holds the authority of the sea and the storm."

Introduce myself to me, and then let me believe in myself... Klein controlled the slight movement of the corner of his mouth and said:

"What I'm more interested in is whether you have magical items, very powerful and aggressive."

Relf said with a sincere smile:

“We don’t.

"But as long as you believe in the 'Sea God', you may one day receive the corresponding gift."

I didn't...Don't make promises for me! Klein was both angry and funny for a moment.

He felt that the conversation could not continue, so he drank half of the Southwell beer in one sip and said:

"I'll think about it."

He was about to leave when the bartender suddenly came over and smiled with a shy face:

"Mr. German Sparo, here is a commission for you."

"What?" Klein glanced at Relf.

The latter took the beer tactfully and left the seat.

He was already very satisfied with today's achievements because he never thought that he could develop a crazy adventurer into a believer of the "Sea God". His purpose was to let the other party know that there was such a possibility and actively think about the pros and cons.

When the bar corner returned to silence, the bartender quickly smiled:

"He claims to be the pharmacist you know. He has a task that you want to entrust to you. If you are interested, you can wait here. We will contact him as agreed."

The pharmacist I know? The chubby Duckwell? The chubby owl Duckwell? What commission will he have? The teacher Roy King, who saved his teacher? I can't do such a thing, the risk is too high... While the idea was turned, Klein decided to listen to what the other party had to entrust:

"good."

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At nearly 11 o'clock, Klein met the timid fat pharmacist Duckwell in the No. 3 billiard room of Swordfish Bar.

The other party had changed the relatively conspicuous rural witch doctor robe and made a local dress of Talaba shirt, wide-leg pants and brown thick jacket. The round-faced owl was quietly stopping on Duckwell's right shoulder, staring at the adventurer opposite with bright eyes.

It looks very similar to Miss Justice’s other members of the Tarot Club… This owl may be really an extraordinary creature, an “audience” type? Klein is judging, but he is calm on the surface and asks in a low voice:

"What commission do you have?"

"That's right." The fat pharmacist put his left hand in his pocket and held the ring box tightly. "I'm about to have a trip to another island, haha, it will take about three days. Because of some things, I may be in danger, of course, or not. In short, I need a bodyguard, and you are the best person I can think of."

You said this, as if I wasn't that great, but you knew very few people... If you don't save the teacher, leave Baiyam, is this going to find a helper? Or, have been rescued, the danger is from the military's pursuit? Klein asked calmly while guessing the truth of the matter:

“How dangerous is it?”

Darkwell stuttered a few times and said:

"I can't be sure, if, if the danger exceeds your ability, you can hand me over to the other party directly. This is the promise we have agreed on now and will not destroy your reputation."

If I hadn't known that you're always not good enough, I would have thought you were using "provocation"... Klein thought for a while and said:

"What kind of compensation can you pay?"

Darkwell wanted to directly say the answer he had thought about it, but he was a little hesitant for a moment, because things were indeed very dangerous, and if there were not enough chips, it would be difficult to impress German. Sparrow was afraid that the "commander" would appear, and before the matter was despair, the bodyguard gave up resisting. This is why he must invite the strong.

Klein glanced at him and said coldly:

“You can think about it first.

"I'll go to the bathroom and tell me the answer when I come back."

As he said that, he turned his body, walked towards the door, twisted the handle, and stepped out.

His response seemed sophisticated, with a kind of ruthlessness and cruelty that belonged to adventurers and bounty hunters, but in fact, he did not really want to give the fat pharmacist time to think, but simply looked for an opportunity to go to the bathroom and go to the fog to divine.

This is the key to whether he wants to take on the mission!

After leaving the billiards room and reaching the bathroom door, Klein lined up and finally waited until a toilet was empty.

When he entered, he frowned, and was disgusted by the dirty environment and the stench of the smell. He almost turned around and left.

He forced himself to close the door and poked the flush button with disgust. While sighing that the divination environment was harsh, he walked four steps backwards slightly and started the ceremony.

Inside the chess and card room, Duckwell waited until German Sparrow's back completely disappeared before he quickly closed the door and asked the owl on his shoulder:

"Will he betray me?"

"No." The Owl mumbled, "and, be polite when asking me questions, please call Mr. Harry."

Darkwell's fat flesh shook for a moment:

"Mr. Harry, what kind of reward do you think he will receive?"

"It's hard for me to see through him. He is good at hiding his expression." The Owl responded calmly.

Damn Mr. Harry, no, damn stupid bird! Duckwell cursed in secret, paced back and forth, thinking about the chips.

After a while, Klein returned to the 3rd billiard room and asked:

"Have you thought about it?"

He had already been divining on the gray fog, and the danger level of this mission was acceptable, and he just happened to want to leave Baiyam in a short period of time.

"3 days, 800 pounds, and our friendship, I mean the friendship between my teacher and his friends." Duckwell said with disconfidence.

Klein was silent for a few seconds and said:

“1,000 pounds in 3 days.

"Also, your organization helped me get a powerful offensive magic item, and I will pay cash at a reasonable price."

1000 pounds, how could I have so much...Duckwell hesitated and said:

"I paid £300 in advance, and the rest waited for the destination and found the person I was looking for before paying."

He plans to ask the teacher's teacher to repay the final payment.

Klein nodded calmly:

"make a deal."

Fat pharmacist Dark Wil immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled with a thick face:
Chapter completed!