Olavi Medical Rescue Foundation.

The woman in charge of volunteer registration was bent over and flirted with the pen that fell to the ground in a panic. At this time, Klein also noticed that she had just read the "News" a few days ago, an issue with her portrait and deeds.

Here we will also subscribe to newspapers from the Rosde Islands. Calculate the time when the ship arrived, and we can only read the old news three or four days ago... If I had known this, I would have pinched my face and thought about a pseudonym again... Klein stood at his desk and thought helplessly.

The woman in her thirties finally picked up the pen, raised her face and said in a trembling voice:

"You, are you going to volunteer?"

"Yes." Klein gave a positive answer.

"Yes, but you are an adventurer." The scared lady stuttered and found a reason.

She instinctively didn't want such an extremely dangerous guy to volunteer.

Being famous is not necessarily a good thing... Forget it, change your face and dress later and change your name... Klein gave up in his heart, but asked without any emotion on the surface:

"Who stipulates that adventurers cannot volunteer?"

The lady in charge of registration made her debut with a look of crying expression:

"Not me!"

The volunteer registration room suddenly became extremely quiet. Klein was stunned at first, then wanted to laugh, but finally maintained the image of German Sparrow.

The lady calmed down a little, noticed that there was an obvious question in her answer, and forced a smile and said:

“No, I mean no one stipulates it.

"It's just that I think adventurers are very busy and need to go out to sea and rarely have time to volunteer."

"That's them." Klein responded concisely.

The lady stretched out her palm and covered her mouth, then smiled again and said:

"Okay, I'll register for you right away."

She said as she took out a form and handed it over:

“You fill in it and we will provide corresponding training and volunteer positions according to your requirements.

"We will contact you on your own, and you can come and ask yourself."

She had already made up her mind to not put the form filled in by German Sparrow into the file, but to hand it over to the head of the foundation and to the police station.

Goddess, how could such a dangerous guy come to volunteer? She quietly drew a crimson moon on her chest.

Klein nodded silently, took the form, sat down, picked up the pen, and brushed the basics.

During this process, a man wearing a doctor's white robe came in and asked:

"Juanna, are there any new volunteers? We're going to start the morning training."

Juana, who was in charge of registration, shook her head, but even though German Sparo, who was sitting opposite her, did not say anything and raised her head, gave her a strong sense of urgency, making her afraid to lie.

"Yes." She responded to the man in a white coat first, then looked at Kline and said, "Mr. Sparrow, are you going to receive basic volunteer training now, or wait for tomorrow?"

Klein thought for a while and said:

"Now."

He planned to get familiar with it and work as a volunteer to change his identities in the future so that he could quickly enter the hospital for help.

Juana took a clear breath and said:

"Then you fill out the form and follow Mr. Graya."

"Okay." Klein responded calmly.

For half an hour, German Sparrow, a cool and polite adventurer who was hidden in his crazy manner, looked at the extremely dirty toilet in front of him and held his breath:

“Brush it?”

"Yes, you have just received simple patient lifting training, but this is not what we do most often in the hospital. We are mainly responsible for cleaning up the patient's vomit, changing the bed, and keeping the bathroom clean and hygienic. Haha, bandaging wounds and other things belong to professionals. We only need to have a preliminary grasp." Graya pinched her nose and pointed to the toilets in front of her. "There have been volunteers just now, so you can start."

This is different from what I imagined... It's different... Klein's first reaction was to turn his head and leave, but in the end he picked up the cleaning tool expressionlessly, endured the intense disgust, moved closer and squatted down.

Then, he leaned back slightly and stretched out his right hand.

At noon, Klein took off his white coat, put on a topper, and left the Olavi Medical Rescue Foundation with a cold expression.

He was strongly shaken when it came to volunteer to find opportunities to play.

It was not until he arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar by carriage that he made up his mind and planned to continue trying.

"I must become the 'Secret Master' within 1350 years, digest the potion, and start looking for clues to the high sequence." Klein re-emphasized his goal in his heart.

He calmed down and entered the Sweet Lemon Bar, and spent 8p at the bar to order pork chops with apple juice and a piece of bread with butter.

These combined with rye beer worth 1.5p, make up Klein's lunch.

He finished the meal calmly, took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and said to the bartender:

"Where is your boss? I have something to look for him."

Since he has verbally agreed to join the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association", Klein naturally will not miss the opportunity to take advantage of this loose alliance. He is preparing to ask Bilt Brando to help contact the wild or "craftsmen" who are willing to do private work to create items similar to the Azker copper whistle, so as not to have to arrange rituals and recite spells every time he summons the messenger, which is complicated, troublesome and delays time.

Of course, if Bilt Brando did not know the "craftsman", Klein would not force it. After all, joining the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association" does not require payment.

The bartender pointed to the stairs:

“He is on the second floor.

"If you have promised to join his league and have met those bodyguards, they will let you go."

Klein nodded slightly, got up slowly, and walked towards the entrance of the stairs.

Sure enough, there were no guards to stop him, and until he went up to the second floor, a bodyguard came to ask.

Thanks to German Sparrow's reputation, he successfully met Bilt Brando again and found that there was a strange man around him.

"My friend, Sotos Young, an important member of the Mutual Aid Society." Bilt pointed to the man wearing a dark red turban.

At the same time, he exchanged glances with the other party and saw that they were both solemn and puzzled.

After saying hello, Klein found a chair to sit down and said very directly:

“I want to get help from the 'craftsmen’ and don’t know if the mutual aid can provide clues.”

"Craftsman?" Bilt gasped a cigar, paused for a few seconds, and said carefully, "I do know a 'craftsman', but he is unwilling to meet someone he is unfamiliar with. This will bring him great danger. If you have any needs, I can help you with the transfer. I think I should have this credibility."

For major churches, at some point, the extraordinary people with no subjective malicious intentions can ignore them, but the "craftsmen" must be dealt with indiscriminately, otherwise it will cause the proliferation of magical objects and bring great uncertainty to human society.

It seems that Bilt's organization of the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association" is not just a waste of money. At least it has gathered a lot of resources and channels... Klein took out the fish man's bladder that had been prepared long ago and said:

“I want to make it into a ring that mainly provides underwater mobility.”

He did not talk about the messenger for the time being, and planned to first try the abilities of the "craftsman" and the credibility of Bilt and his gang's spell to summon the messenger if it spread too widely, it would cause many unnecessary trouble.

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 9 are not expensive. Even if Bilt appears greedy and ignorant of the magical items he has made, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I still have a bunch of talismans in the realm of the Sea God... and I can't come to collect debts, which is better. He can organize the "Adventurers Mutual Aid Association", and there must be a lot of money and materials... Klein thought about it, and couldn't help but look at Bilt more.

At this moment, Bilt shivered inexplicably, and all the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

He only felt that German Sparo's eyes were just looking at a treasure!

And as a treasure, this is not a good experience.

Bilt looked at Sotos next to him and squeezed out a smile and said:

"Is this the fish man's bladder?

“There is basically no surprise to make magical items at this level of materials.

"The craftsman fee is 150 pounds, so I can give it to me after the matter is finished."

A very fair price... Klein nodded silently and threw the fish-human bladder in his hand over.

When Bilt caught it, he added:

"Ask me the 'craftsman' again, and ask him if he has the ability to solidify the ritual of summoning creatures in a single item, and the requirement is to be able to use it for at least one year."

"No problem." Bilt breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Sotos.

Sotos rubbed the sunken eye sockets and stepped forward to the trail:

“Mr. German, are you interested in going overseas recently?

"We already have a few good ships and are planning to gather people to hunt pirates in the east."

It's quite interesting...but my recent focus is on digestive potions... Klein shook his head calmly.

The smile on Sotos's face stiffened for a moment and disappeared immediately.

He said nothing more, because it was the rejection of a pirate general-level adventurer, and he and Bilt had collected the corresponding newspapers to confirm the authenticity of German Sparrow.

Klein slowly stood up, pressed his hat to his chest, and bowed slightly:

"Thank you for your help."

Bilt's face muscles twisted for a moment, as if he was forcibly enduring something, and something was about to blurt out.

Finally, he took a slow breath and smiled:

"It should be said that the cooperation is pleasant."

Klein noticed the abnormality between Bilt and Sotos, but suppressed his own doubts and asked nothing.

You can't ask, there will be trouble and something will happen... I have to digest the potion with peace of mind recently... Klein turned around, walked to the door, and twisted the handle.

"Mr. Gelman." Bilt blurted out suddenly.

Klein twitched slightly, turned around calmly, and looked over.

"Nothing? Haha, I mean, as a member of the Mutual Aid Association, it's cheaper to come to my place to drink." Bilt forced a smile.

Do you think I will ask what's wrong? Tsk... Klein nodded gently, opened the door, and walked out.

Watching his back disappear, Bilt was stunned for two seconds and sighed.
Chapter completed!