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At 10 o'clock in the evening, the swordfish bar.

Klein, who had not yet received a bounty in the afternoon, went out to the front of Usk Kent and got the answer that the process had already been completed, but the money could be paid tomorrow morning.

He accidentally pretended to participate in the private transactions of the adventurers in the swordfish bar, but unfortunately failed to find the main material or magical items of the "Master Master" potion.

Back to the original, Klein pressed the top hat and tried to squeeze through the crowd, leaving the bar that was in the most lively and final stage.

At this time, a gaze swept through his face, most of which was first stunned, and immediately stopped for two seconds, as if to identify something.

Between Horan, they retracted their sights and retreated toward the place away from Klein, like the tide that was separated.

The look and strength of German Sparrow, they have learned from the newspapers and rumors, more details are gradually spread in various places where adventurers, pirates and gang members gather, so many people Initially knowing the situation at the time, I knew that Gelman Sparrow discovered the "smart speaker" Misol. Kim was crazy about the shooting, so everyone consciously stayed away from this dangerous guy.

Trading businessman Ralph was drinking in front of the bar, suddenly noticed that there was an abnormality there, instinctively turned his body and looked at the past.

He soon saw a faceless, gentle and angular gentleman, and the corresponding portraits published in the "News" appeared naturally in his mind:

Killing the "smart speaker" of the German Sparrow!

Then, Ralph thought of the chattering conversation with the leader of the rebel army, Karat, in the evening, confirming that the crazy adventurer did not reject the "Poseidon" and even witnessed the private transaction between the Rebels and "Iceberg Lieutenant". .

Maybe he can develop him into a "Poseidon" believer... Even if he is not interested in the future of the archipelago, he may help in certain things... Ralph hands up, put it on his lips, make a As if blowing the conch, this is one of the gestures of praying to "Poseidon" Cavitehua.

Then he jerked up and took the beer mug to go to German Sparrow.

At this point, Klein also noticed the closeness of Ralph and recognized who the other party was.

That is the devout believer who once wanted to dedicate one-third of the 20,000 gold pounds to "Poseidon"!

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

Through the news about the charity fund and the other party's always pious prayers, his understanding of Ralph can be said to cover all aspects, so he wondered why the other party tried to contact German Sparrow.

Have a commission? Resist the military because of various reasons can not do things? Klein looked at Relf and slowed down.

"Mr. Gilman Sparo?" Relf raised the beer mug in his hand.

Klein nodded and naturally kept the people set:

"I don't know you."

“Haha, the knowledge between adventurers is always very simple, maybe only a glass of wine.” Relf pointed to the bar. “Is there any interest in a cup?”

"Good." Klein had deep doubts and a simple response.

Sitting in the corner of the bar, he asked for a cup of Nanwell beer, and while drinking, he looked at Ralph and did not take the initiative.

Being quietly watching by a pirate general is not a good experience. Ralph took a sip of beer and covered up the spirit of tension. Haha laughed:

"I have heard of you, before today, know that you are a true gentleman who does not discriminate against the colonial aborigines."

Klein flashed a line of words in his mind, and finally settled on a few words that were relatively ergonomic:

"Speak the key."

... Ralph almost slammed, coughing two channels:

"I have the honor to introduce you to our God, the Savior of the Islands, the leader of the sea, Cavitowa?

"You know, the sea is so vast, the storm is so terrible, simply relying on yourself, even the four kings of the big man can not guarantee that they will overcome all kinds of difficulties and survive. At this time, we need a god. A **** who can respond to you and take charge of the sea and storm power."

Tell me about myself, then let me believe in myself... Klein controls the fretting of the corner of his mouth and says:

"I am more interested in whether you have magical items, which are very powerful and aggressive."

Relf showed a sincere smile:

"we do not have.

"But as long as you devoutly believe in 'Poseidon', you may get a corresponding gift one day."

I don't have... Don't make a promise for me! Klein was so angry and funny.

He felt that the conversation could not continue, so he ate a large cup of Southville Beer Road:

"I will think about it."

He was about to leave, and the bartender suddenly came over and smiled and squinted:

"Mr. Gelman Sparo, there is a commission here to find you."

"What?" Klein glanced at Relf.

The latter esotericly took the beer and left the seat.

He is very satisfied with today's results, because he did not think about developing a crazy adventurer into a "Poseidon" believer. His purpose is to let the other party know that there is such a possibility and actively think about the pros and cons.

When the corner of the bar was restored to silence, the bartender quickly laughed:

"He claims to be the pharmacist you know. There is a task that I want to entrust to you. If you are interested, you can wait here and we will contact him as agreed."

Know the pharmacist? Chubby Duckwell? Dakwell who has a chubby owl? What commission will he have? Rescuing his teacher Roy Kim? I can't do this kind of thing, the risk is too high... When I thought about it, Klein decided to listen to what the other party had:

"it is good."

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

Near 11 o'clock, Klein saw the timid fat pharmacist Dirkwell in the 3rd billiard room of the Swordfish Bar.

The other party has replaced the relatively prominent village witch doctor's robe and started to dress up as a local man - a tara shirt, a wide-leg pants and a brown coat, and the round-faced owl is quietly parked in Dakwell. On the right shoulder, staring at the opposite adventurer.

Missing "Justice" is very similar to the other members of the Tarot Club... This owl may be an extraordinary creature, the type of "audience"? Klein’s heart was judged, but the surface was quiet, and he asked:

"What commission do you have?"

"This is the case." The fat pharmacist rubbed his left hand in his pocket and held the ring box tightly. "I am going to have a trip and go to another island. Oh, it takes about three days. Because of certain things, I may encounter Danger, of course, maybe not. In short, I need a bodyguard, and you are the best person I can think of."

What you said is like I am not so powerful, but you know very few people... Don’t save the teacher, leave Baiam, is this going to find a helper? Or, has it been saved, is the danger from the military's pursuit? Klein asked the truth about the matter and asked calmly:

“How dangerous is it?”

Dakwell’s lips licked a few times:

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

If I didn't know that your voice was always good enough, I thought you were using the "aggressive method"... Kline thought:

"What kind of compensation can you pay?"

Dirkwell wanted to say the answer that he had long considered, but he was hesitant because it was really dangerous. If the chips were not enough, it would be difficult to impress Gelman Spalo. He was afraid of "Members". Before things despair, the bodyguards gave up resistance. This is why he must ask the strong.

Klein glanced at him and said coldly:

"You can think about it first.

"I went to the bathroom and came back and told me the answer."

Said, he turned his body, walked to the door, twisted the handle, and stepped out.

His response seems to be sophisticated, there is a kind of cool and cold, and it is a kind of adventurer and bounty hunter, but in fact, he does not really want to think about the fat pharmacist, purely looking for opportunities to go to the bathroom, to the fog Divination.

This is the key to his mission!

Out of the billiard room, came to the bathroom door, Klein lined up the team, and finally waited for a toilet to vacate.

Entering inside, he frowned and was disgusted by the dirty and smelly smell of the environment, almost turning away.

Forcibly shut down the door, and poked the flush button. He sighed that the divination environment was bad, and he took four steps to reverse the ceremony.

In the chess room, Dirkwell waited until the back of the German Sparrow disappeared completely, and then closed the door agilely and asked the owl on the shoulder:

"Does he sell me?"

"No," said the owl. "And, be polite when asking me questions, please call Mr. Harry."

Dakwell’s face flicked a bit:

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

"I have a hard time seeing him. He is good at disguising his expression." The owl responded calmly.

Damn Mr. Harry, no, **** silly bird! Dirkwell cursed in a secret, pacing back and forth, thinking about the chips.

After a while, Klein returned to the billiard room No. 3 and asked:

"Have you thought about it?"

He has already divined the fog, the mission is acceptable, and he just wants to leave Baiyam in the short term.

"800 pounds for 3 days, and our friendship, I mean the friendship between my teacher and his friends." Dakwell said with less confidence.

Klein is silent for a few seconds:

"1000 pounds for 3 days.

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

1000 pounds, how can I have so much... Dakwell hesitated:

"I prepaid £300, and the rest waited for the destination, and found the person I was looking for to pay."

He intends to let the teacher's teacher pay the last payment.

Klein calmly nodded:

"Complete."

Fat pharmacist Dirk Wilton sighed with relief and immediately smiled:

“Can I think that protection will take effect from now on?”