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Klein sat down at the bar and shook his fist down the table:

"A cup of Nanwell beer."

Behind him, several guards hesitated to come over to warn, or pretend that no one had just fired a gun.

The bartender gave the guards a look, picked up a glass, and laughed:

“Why don’t you have a ‘sweet lemon’?

“Our boss once went to Trier to learn about bartending, mastered many of the cocktails left by Russell, and created Olavy’s most popular ‘sweet lemon’.”

Klein didn't move, calmly responded:

"I only drink beer."

"Okay." The bartender was not in a hurry to pick up Southwell Beer, and smiled. "Sir, are you an adventurer?"

Klein nodded and did not answer.

The bartender did not hesitate and smiled and said:

"Maybe you should go see our boss, he is always friendly to new adventurers, happy to invite them to drink, and this will help you."

Klein, who had planned to buy the "Secret Master" auxiliary materials here, did not refuse, took out the brass-colored pennies, bounced and steadily caught.

He put the 1 pence of copper coins on the bar. As a thank you for the bartender's reminder, he slowly stood up and followed a guard along the stairs to the second floor and entered the room at the other end of the corridor.

The room is covered with a thick brown and soft carpet, filled with the slight smell of high-quality coal burning, mixed with the scent of smoking cigars.

A middle-aged man with a blond hair combed back and leaned on an easy chair, smoking a cigar, looking at the newspaper, surrounded by more than six bodyguards.

Although Klein is not an extraordinary person in the field of "audience", it is impossible to judge the characteristics and strength of those bodyguards from the details, nor is it a "sneak peek" or "monster" way, can see certain secrets, and find something that others cannot find. Something, but his spiritual instinct makes him believe that there must be extraordinary people in those bodyguards, extraordinary people who can pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper, pulled the neckline of the black shirt, slowly stood up and extended his right hand:

"Welcome to Olavi, my adventurer friend."

His blue eyes are a bit of a smile, and he looks quite sincere.

Klein also stretched his right hand and touched the other side. He didn't speak and waited for the other person to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the easy chair and chuckled:

"I am the owner of this place, Bilt Brando.

“I used to be an adventurer, and I’m still pretty good, at least I can live to the present and make a lot of money.”

I am confident in my own strength, so I dare to express it directly... Klein sat down unceremoniously, leaning forward slightly, waiting for Bilt to continue to tell.

Seeing the opposite adventurer did not respond, Bilt sat down again, took a sip of cigars, and said leisurely:

“Frankly speaking, I met every new adventurer and did have my own purpose.”

He pointed to the nautical chart on the desk of the room, and the voice was magnetically described:

"From the Rothschild Islands to the east, the sea is getting more and more chaotic, the military and the church are getting smaller and smaller, and they can only protect their own ports.

"This sea area is a paradise for pirates. It is very unfavorable to our adventurers. Therefore, I hope to organize everyone, build a loose alliance, and unite in the face of danger.

"This alliance will not be too binding. You can choose to watch while other adventurers are in danger. No one will punish you, but you will not need to look forward to help if you encounter similar situations.

“In addition, what I can promise is that the adventurers of this league can get a discount close to the reserve price when they buy goods here. When selling the harvest, it is at least equal to the market price.”

After the introduction, Bilt smiled and looked at the new adventurer opposite, hehe smiled:

"How? Is there any interest in joining this loose alliance? Don't worry, you won't have extra expenses. Our aim is to help each other only when they meet pirates."

Klein nodded:

"It sounds good."

"Haha, I think so too. I used to want to name this ‘Adventure Brotherhood.’ Later, I think the word 'brothers' is too compulsory, so I changed to ‘Adventurer Mutual Aid.’” Bilt laughed.

Having said that, he lowered his hand with a cigar, licked his lower lip and shook his head and smiled:

"Sorry, forgot to ask for your name."

Klein kept his posture unchanged, and his voice replied in a low voice:

"German Sparo."

"German Sparo..." Bilt's eyelids jumped a bit, and the smile suddenly became a bit stiff. The bodyguards around him were very tight, as if they were enemies.

Bilt quickly recovered to normal, did not go to explore is really true. Sparrow, or a fake liar, hehe laughed:

“What do you want to buy? I have a lot of good things here.”

"The spring water of the Golden Springs of Sunia." Klein looked flat and cautiously said inside.

He didn't mention the bark of the dragon tree. Anyway, this material has a lot of opportunities to buy in the herbal shop.

Bilt. Brando was relieved and smiled.

"simple.

"100 ml 30 pounds.

"Believe me, even if you go to the island of Sunia, it is at most a few pounds cheaper than this price. Those of the Saskatchewan barbarians have blocked a spring, and others are hard to get."

"Complete." Klein roughly understands the price of Golden Spring, knowing that 30 pounds and 100 milliliters is indeed quite cheap.

After completing the deal, Bilt was thinking about opening the door and suddenly heard the knock on the door.

After getting his permission, a guard came in and plunged into his ear and whispered a few words.

Bilt’s expression sank, and the whole person looked unusually cold and exuded an indescribable murderous.

Sure enough, the strength is quite good, the former is not a famous adventurer, is a well-known pirate ... there should be a sequence... Klein looked at each other, calmly judged.

Bilt turned his head and barely said to Klein:

"Mr. Spallo, I have something to deal with.

"There will be opportunities to drink together in the future."

"Okay." Klein slowly got up and didn't have the idea of ​​intervening in the other side.

Of course, this does not mean that he is not curious, but that curiosity is not enough to let him change his style of acting.

Leaving the "Sweet Lemon" bar, Klein returned to the rented hotel.

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

Silver City, lightning "frequent" during the day.

Dairik Berger practiced the extraordinary powers of the Sun God Officer, along the edge of the training field, in the direction of the Twin Towers.

After many Tarot gatherings, he gradually figured out the law and knew how many lightning frequencies would alternate before and after, and he would be pulled into the fog by Mr. Fool.

Now, it is the last "day".

Because of this, he went to the library to turn over the historical materials concerning the ancient gods, so that he would give it to Mr. Fool.

After the separation of the training ground, Dairik looked down on the inside of the eye. There was a member of the exploration team who was resting. It was the exploration team leader led by Colin Iliat, the chief elder of the six-member council!

They recently ended their exploration based on the description of the little boy Jack and returned to Silver City, which is in the isolation phase.

Dairik slightly retracted his gaze and went all the way to the minaret, up to the third floor, and entered the library.

He was about to go to the bookshelf where the mythological materials and ancient books were placed, and the corner of his eye suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It was a gorgeous woman in her thirties, dressed in a black robe with mysterious purple lines, and her silver-gray hair was draped.

She is the long-lost six-member council leader Loyya Tiffany!

The other party's pale gray eyes swept over, and Dyric had a feeling that the soul was pierced, and it was difficult to contain it for a second.

"Good luck, Elder Lloydya." He was busy lowering his head and pressing his chest.

Luo Weiya came over and nodded lightly:

"I have lifted the isolation."

She calmly finished, turned and left, as if to announce something.

Dairik was standing in the same place, and he unconsciously pulled out a layer of cold sweat.

How could she be released? The six-member panel has confirmed that she has no problems? Dairik was thinking very tightly.

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

Monday afternoon, above the fog.

Klein's elbows supported the armrests, and the palms crossed and looked at the crimson light and lit up, then degenerated into a blurred figure.

Then he heard the light greetings of Miss Justice:

"Good afternoon, ‘fool’ Mr.~”

PS: It may be something like the spirit of going up the mountain. When I came back, I caught a cold. It was mainly a sore throat. I didn’t take medicine for a few days. In the end, I couldn’t help myself. I could only help with drugs. Now it’s a lot better, but Because of the problem of drug power, only one chapter was written yesterday, so there is no such thing as a manuscript. Also, for the monthly ticket, there is only one more day left in January, and it is wasted if you don’t vote.