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Olavi Medical Care Foundation.

The woman in charge of volunteer registration staggered and groped for the pen that fell to the ground. At this time, Klein also noticed that she had just watched the "News" a few days ago, and had her own portraits and deeds.

Will I also subscribe to newspapers in the Rothde Islands? Calculating the time when the ship came over, I really could only watch the old news three or four days ago... I knew this, I would re-squeeze my face and think of a pseudonym and come over again... Klein stood at the desk and thought helplessly.

The 30-year-old woman finally picked up the pen, raised her face, and shivered and said:

"You, do you want to volunteer?"

"Yes." Klein gave a positive answer.

"Yes, but you are an adventurer." The woman who was scared was stumped and found a reason.

She instinctively does not want to make this extremely dangerous guy a volunteer.

Being famous is not necessarily a good thing... forget it, I will change my face and change my clothes and change my name. Clay’s heart is already giving up, but the face is not emotionally asked:

“Who is the ruler who can't do volunteers?”

Responsible for registering the face of a woman who is about to cry, blurted out and debuted:

"not me!"

The volunteer registration room suddenly became very quiet. Klein first glimpsed and immediately wanted to laugh, and finally managed to maintain the image of German Sparrow.

The lady was a little calm, and she noticed that her answer had obvious problems, forcing her smile:

"No, I mean no one is stipulated.

“It’s just that I’m impressed that adventurers are very busy, need to go out to sea, and have very little time to volunteer.”

"That's them," Klein replied succinctly.

The lady stretched out her mouth and smiled again:

"Okay, I will register for you right away."

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

"If you fill out, we will provide corresponding training and volunteer positions according to your requirements.

"We will contact you on your own initiative, or you can come and ask for it yourself."

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

Goddess, how can such a dangerous guy run to volunteer? She quietly painted a red moon on her chest.

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

In the process, a man with a white robe of doctors came in and asked:

"Huanna, are there new volunteers? We have to start training in the morning."

Juana, who was in charge of registration, shook her head, but she could sit opposite her, even if she didn't speak and didn't raise her head, and gave her a strong sense of urgency, so she didn't dare to lie.

"Yes." She responded first to the man in white coat and then looked at Klein. "Mr. Sparo, are you going to accept the basic training of volunteers now, or wait for tomorrow?"

Klein thought for a moment:

"just now."

He intends to familiarize himself with the professionalism of volunteering for another identity, so that he can quickly enter the hospital to help.

Juana obviously took a breath:

"Then, after you fill out the form, you will follow Mr. Graa."

"Good." Klein calmly responded.

For half an hour, Calgary Sparo, a hidden adventurer in cool courtesy, looked at the unusually dirty toilet in front of him and held his breath:

"Brush it?"

"Yes, you have just accepted the simple patient training, but this is not the most common thing we do in the hospital. We are mainly responsible for cleaning up the patient's vomit, changing the items on the bed, and keeping the bathroom clean and hygienic, huh, huh. The things like bandaging wounds belong to professionals, we only need to have a preliminary grasp." Graa pinched her nose and pointed at the toilets covered with yellow and black stains. "There have been volunteers to demonstrate, you guys. let's start."

This is different from what I imagined... not the same... Kline’s first reaction was to turn away, but in the end he still picked up the cleaning tool with a blank expression, endured strong nausea, and slammed it down.

Then, his body stretched his right hand slightly back.

At noon, Klein took off his white coat, put on his top hat, and left the Olavy Medical Ambulance Foundation indifferently.

After a resurgence to find a chance to play, he showed a strong shake.

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

“I have to be a 'Master of Secrets' in 1350, and I have digested this potion and started to seek clues to high sequences.” Klein re-emphasized the goal in his heart.

He converges and enters the sweet lemon bar, spending 8 pence at the bar for a pork chop with apple cider and a loaf of butter.

These, together with a 1.5-pence rye beer, make Klein's lunch.

He did not panic and finished eating, took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and said to the drinker:

"What about your boss? I have something to look for."

Now that he has verbally agreed to join the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Society", Klein will naturally miss the opportunity to take advantage of this loose alliance, ready to ask Bilt Brando to help contact the wild or willing to do private "artisans" to create something similar to A The items like the Zick copper whistle, so that every time the summoning messenger has to arrange a ritual, mourning the mantra, it is complicated and troublesome and delays the time.

Of course, if Bilt Brando does not know "craftsman", Klein will not force it. After all, joining the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Society" does not require payment.

The bartender refers to the stairs:

"He is on the second floor.

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

Klein nodded invisibly, slowly got up and walked up the stairs.

Sure enough, no guards blocked him until he went to the second floor, and a bodyguard came over to ask.

Thanks to the reputation of German Sparrow, he successfully met Bilt Brando again and found that there was a strange man next to him.

"My friend, Sotos Young, an important member of the mutual aid association." Bilt pointed to the man wearing a dark red headscarf.

At the same time, he exchanged his eyes with the other side and saw that each other was equally dignified and confused.

Simply greeted, Klein found a chair to sit down, very straightforwardly said:

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

"Artisan?" Bilt took a cigar and paused for a few seconds. He said, "I do know a 'artisan', but he doesn't want to meet unfamiliar people, which will bring him great danger. If you have any needs, I can help you with the transfer. I think I should have this reputation."

For the major churches, at some point, the middle and low sequence extraordinary people who are not subjective and malicious can be ignored. The "artisans" must be treated without distinction, otherwise it will cause the proliferation of magical items and bring great instability to human society. .

It seems that Bilt’s “Adventurist Mutual Aid” is not simply a waste of money. At least it has gathered a lot of resources and channels... Klein has come up with a fisherman who has already prepared for it:

"I want to make it into a ring that mainly provides underwater activity."

He didn't talk about the messenger for the time being. He planned to try the ability of the "artisan" and the credibility of the group. The curse of the summoning messenger would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble if it spreads too widely.

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 9 are not expensive. Even if Bilt is greedy and has made a magical item, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I still have a bunch of spells in the Poseidon field... and I can't go to the door to collect debts. Well, he can organize the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Society", there must be a lot of money and a lot of materials... Klein thought about it, couldn't help but look at Bilt.

At this moment, Bilt Momo chilled, and the hair behind his neck was all erected.

He only felt that the face of German Sparrow was just like watching a treasure!

As a treasure, this is not a good experience.

Billt looked at Sotos next to his eyes and squeezed a smile:

"This is the fisherman's jealousy?

"This level of material makes magical items basically no surprise.

"The craftsman's fee is £150, and you can give it to me after the event is completed."

Very fair price... Klein nodded silently and threw the fish in his hand.

When Bilt got caught, he added:

"Help me again to ask the ‘craftsman’ and ask him if he has the ability to cure the ritual of summoning spiritual creatures on an item, at least for one year.”

"No problem." Bilt sighed and gave Sotos a look.

Sotos licked the eye socket of the depression, stepping forward:

"Mr. German, have you been interested in going to the sea recently?

"We already have a few good boats and we are going to call people to go hunting pirates in the east."

Very interesting...but my recent focus is on digesting the potion... Klein calmly shook his head.

The smile on Sotos’s face stiffened and disappeared.

He didn't say anything more, because it was a refusal of a pirate general-level adventurer - he and Bilt had collected the corresponding newspapers, confirming the true and false of German Sparrow.

Klein slowly got up and pressed the top hat to his chest and shouted:

"Thank you for your help."

Bilt’s facial muscles were distorted, and it seemed to be forcing me to endure something, and words were about to blurt out.

In the end, he slowly took a breath and smiled:

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

Klein was aware of the anomalies of Bilt and Sotos, but suppressed his doubts and asked nothing.

Can't ask, there will be trouble when asked, there will be things... I have to digest the potion recently... Klein turned to the door, walked to the door and twisted the handle.

"Mr. German." Bilt suddenly blurted out.

Klein's mouth twitched and calmed back, looking at the past.

"Nothing? Haha, I mean, as a member of the Mutual Aid Society, it would be cheaper to come to me to drink." Bilt laughed forcibly.

Do you think I will ask what is going on? Hey... Klein gently daggers, opens the door and walks out.

Watching his back disappear, Bilt sighed for two seconds and sighed for a long time.

PS: Buying a monthly pass for the New Year~