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

"I don't know if I can get a reward like this and how much can I get... I don't know who the military liaison officer here is? Send a telegram to Us Kent? This time, plus his remote operation time, it will definitely not be done in less than three or four days, and I will have to leave tomorrow... and it is also necessary to give benefits to the middlemen." He murmured a few times, walked to the side, picked up the half-height silk top hat with obvious scorch marks, and put it on his head.

Then, he dragged the heavy and huge demon corpse and came to the door step by step, reaching out and opening the door.

The sound of the whimpering wind blew in, and the quiet inside the house disappeared.

Klein pinched his fingers and closed the "spiritual body line", continued to drag the hideous and terrifying demon corpse through the corridor, along the stairs, and down to the first floor.

At this time, there were no few people left in the bar, with tables and chairs rolling over, fragments all over the ground, and a mess.

Klein entered the hall through the damaged staircase, looked around, and found the boss who was huddled behind the bar with a sad face, and there were only a few bodyguards left, scattered around.

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

"You, what do you want to do?" the boss took a step back and asked at the top of his throat.

His bodyguards gathered together tremblingly, their eyes drifting, and their bodies had their own directions. It seemed that if something happened, they would immediately run away.

Klein stopped and threw Gilsyace's body forward.

Then, he spoke in a mute voice:

"Can you receive the bounty on your behalf?"

The boss stayed for a second, his eyes moved down instinctively, and he saw clearly that the huge demon corpse was still entangled with some blue flames.

He and his bodyguards took a breath at the same time, and had the illusion that they were no longer in the real world.

This turned out to be a real demon!

It has no curved goat horns, and it is exactly the same as the demons described in the legendary stories!

For ordinary people living in Pirate Paradise, witnessing supernatural forces is not too rare. In this regard, their knowledge is significantly higher than that of the people in the colonies and kingdoms west of Olawi. However, as the owners and guards of the big bars, they have never seen a real demon, and even suspected that this was the church's smear against the unofficial extraordinary people.

The boss struggled to retract his gaze and looked at the adventurer with a ragged clothes and a cold expression.

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

"It's Gilsyace?"

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently.

The boss thought for two seconds and squeezed out a fearful smile and said:

"But I can't get all of it, you know, it takes some, the cost, about 30%, otherwise you have to wait a long time, 9,500 pounds is not a small amount, for the Port of Tuscar, it takes at least one week, and this is because there are often pirates here and adventurers often receive rewards, so there are often plenty of funds, on Olavi Island, and in other places, maybe two weeks, or even a month."

9,500 pounds is indeed not a small amount. Klein clearly remembers that when he was in Tingen, the nightclub team's budget for a month was only 1,000 pounds, and it was shared by the church and the police.

He thought about it and said to the bar owner:

"Do you know me?"

"Meet." The boss nodded quickly.

Klein glanced at everyone and continued to ask:

"Can you find out where I live?"

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

Klein said "yes" and said in a straightforward tone:

"I'll send you a bounty of 6,000 pounds before noon tomorrow."

6,000 pounds? This is less than 70%, more than 600 pounds... The boss was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the crazy adventurer would take the initiative to lower the price.

"Can it be done?" Klein asked again.

The extra 650 pounds is his compensation for the bar. After all, the situation here is quite miserable, but this kind of thing cannot be said by the crazy adventurer himself. He believes that the bar owner is not a philanthropist and will definitely not hand over the extra money to others.

The boss replied after thinking carefully:

"able!"

Even if the official process is not that fast, he is not worried about anything, because he intends to borrow some of the money first and put the bounty cushion that German Sparrow needs on the one he needs.

There are not many businesses that can make hundreds of pounds at a time, so you must not let it go!

Klein nodded, said nothing more, turned around and walked towards the bar gate.

When he approached the door, he took out a few yellow copper coins from his pocket and threw them onto a small round table next to him that was not falling.

Dingdang, the coins rolled to a slump, totaling 8 pence.

During this process, Klein, wearing a long black dress, did not stop or slow, and his back quickly disappeared from the door.

"He, what does he mean?" the boss said in surprise and confusion.

Most bodyguards shook their heads with the same expression, indicating that they didn't know what German Sparrow's intention was to throw the coins.

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 a glass of beer and threw it to Gilsyace.

"Is this the money for that beer and the cup?"

The bar became quiet again. Although the boss and several bodyguards could not accept such an explanation, they inexplicably felt that this was quite in line with the style of crazy adventurer German Sparo.

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Another set of clothes was ruined, which was about 9 pounds... Fortunately, the income was quite good this time... Well, I will give another set tomorrow... After turning into another street, Klein stopped and examined his condition.

He did not rush to return to the hotel where he stayed. First, he found a policeman who was controlled by drugs, helped the gang do many bad things, and even forged plots to kill witnesses. He used a psychic method to confirm the other party's crimes, and then let the "Squirming Hunger" enjoy the feast that really belongs to today.

After doing this, Klein took a carriage back to the hotel and entered the room.

With a brief arrangement, he used the ceremony to bring "wriggling hunger" and slender blood crystals to the gray fog.

Sitting to the top of the bronze table, Klein picked up his gloves without hesitation and released the soul of the "Prince of Light".

The strong man in Sequence 5 is an old man with a thin face, elegant temperament and easy-going manner. He put on a simple white priest robe and saluted to the mysterious existence shrouded in the gray fog, expressing his gratitude.

Klein nodded gently, as a response, and then directly wrote a divination sentence with paper and pen:

"The potion formula with 'Sun' pathway sequence 7 or above."

Resting on the back of the chair, he began to communicate with others in the form of "dream divination".

The gray world quickly changed. He saw the "Prince of Light" unfolding a piece of brown parchment in the sun-filled study, which was copied in ancient Foxac language:

“Sequence 6, ‘Notary’.

"Main material: 1 part of the rhizome and 5 tail feathers of the Elder Tree.

"Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of the sap of the Glorious Spirit Tree, a golden-edged sun flower, a white-edged sun flower, and 5 drops of water fern juice."

After the screen paused for a few seconds, the water waves floated, and a luxurious palace with golden statues was rebuilt.

In the hall, a man covered in pure light that makes people dare not look directly at him said to the half-bian below:

"This is the potion recipe for the 'Prince of Light', remember to drive away the darkness and praise the sun."

The old man agreed excitedly and unfolded the old parchment in his hand:

“Sequence 5, ‘Prince of Light’.

"Main material: the red crown of the Dawn Rooster King, a piece of pure white glaze.

"Auxiliary materials: 5 grams of rosemary, 7 drops of bergamot juice, 10 ml of rock water, and 60 ml of blood from the Dawn Rooster King.

"Rite: In pure darkness, bury your whole body into ice that will not melt normally, and then take potions."

The picture quickly disappeared without any extra content.

Klein was not surprised by this. He knew very well that when it came to the realm of the demigods, the seven major churches often directly provided potions and rituals and did not give formulas.

At this time, the figure of the "Prince of Light" had dissipated most of the time due to forced spiritual communication.

His painful expression dimmed, his head was raised, his arms opened out, and he made a gesture of embracing the sunshine.

"Praise the Sun!" The "priest of light" closed his eyes and spoke piously.

This was the last sentence he said. His spirit body quickly collapsed and faded, fell into gray fog, and disappeared completely.

A pious person... Klein sighed and commented, then quickly recalled what he saw in his dream and copied the recipe.

One of the main materials of the "Notary" is the rhizome crystals of the tree of the Elder... I remember that Miss Justice's "psychologist" potion needs the fruits of the tree of the Elder... It seems that "audience" and "sun" really may be interchanged in a high sequence... The "priest of light" ritual is difficult for ordinary people to find ice that will not melt normally. The small "sun" is different. The living person in the "land of God abandonment" may disappear in pure darkness. He has to think of a way to avoid it... expel darkness and praise the sun is a way to play? Klein thought for a while and picked up the slender blood crystals precipitated from Gilshyas's body.

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

“Its origin.”

Holding the items and paper, Klein silently recited the sentence again and entered a dream.

In the gray world, he saw the huge sailboat rising high and "death" and saw Gilsyas climbing the soft ladder and going up to the deck.

As soon as the "Apostle of Desire" stepped on his feet, a sticky black mist filled the gap in the deck. It was full of the smell of depravity and evil, completely covering Gilshyas, polluting and corroding all the objects that shine on him, including himself.

The fog quickly contracted and penetrated Gilsyace's chest, and the color gradually turned red, as if stained with blood.

Finally, everything returned to normal, Gilsyace knelt on one knee and walked towards the deck:

"Your will is my will, the great 'death'!"

The picture shattered and Klein opened his eyes.

He sat upright, looked at the slender blood crystal, and said silently:

"Is 'Accusing death' alive?

"A seal with the characteristics of living?

"This crystal is its source of control over the crew and is highly polluted, so will magical items with insufficient capacity be corroded?"
Chapter completed!