Chapter 121: Conditions

Chapter 121: Conditions

At ten o’clock in the evening, inside the Swordfish Bar.

Having waited an entire afternoon without receiving his bounty, Klein deliberately went out and made a round in front of Urs Kent. He received the answer that the process had already been completed, but the money would not be released until the next morning.

Along the way, he changed his appearance and participated in the private transactions among adventurers inside the Swordfish Bar. Unfortunately, he failed to find the main ingredients for the Marionettist potion or any suitable mystical items.

Changing back to his original appearance, Klein pressed down on his top hat and tried to squeeze through the crowd, leaving the bar at its loudest and liveliest hour.

At that moment, one gaze after another swept across his face. Most of them first froze, then visibly lingered for two seconds, as though trying to identify something.

All at once, they withdrew their gazes and retreated from Klein, like a tide being parted.

Gehrman Sparrow’s appearance and strength had already become known to them through newspapers and rumors. More details had gradually spread through the places where adventurers, pirates, and gang members gathered, allowing quite a few people to roughly understand the situation back then. They knew of the mad act of Gehrman Sparrow instantly drawing his gun and firing the moment he discovered the Silver-Tongued Misor King. Naturally, everyone consciously kept their distance from this dangerous fellow.

The trader Ralfe was drinking at the bar counter when he suddenly sensed something unusual over there. Instinctively, he half turned and looked over.

Very quickly, he saw a silent gentleman with a thin face and sharp contours, and the corresponding portrait published in the News Report naturally surfaced in his mind:

Gehrman Sparrow, the man who had hunted the Silver-Tongued!

Immediately afterward, Ralfe thought of the conversation he had had in the evening with the rebel leader Kalat. He confirmed that this mad adventurer did not reject Sea God and had even witnessed the secret transaction between the rebels and Vice Admiral Iceberg.

Perhaps I can develop him into a believer of Sea God… Even if he has no interest in the archipelago’s future, perhaps he will provide help in certain matters… Ralfe clasped his hands in front of his mouth, making a gesture as though he were blowing a conch. It was one of the gestures used when praying to Sea God Kalvetua.

Then he abruptly rose, took his beer mug, and walked toward Gehrman Sparrow.

At that moment, Klein also noticed Ralfe approaching and recognized who he was.

He was the devout believer who had once wanted to donate one-third of his twenty-thousand-gold-pound fortune to Sea God!

He was the former pirate and current merchant Klein had sent off to establish a children’s charity fund!

Through the news about that charity fund and Ralfe’s always-devout prayers, Klein could be said to understand him in many aspects. Because of this, he was rather puzzled as to why the other party was trying to make contact with Gehrman Sparrow.

A commission? Something the rebels cannot do for various reasons? Klein looked at Ralfe and slowed his steps.

“Mr. Gehrman Sparrow?” Ralfe raised the beer mug in his hand.

Klein nodded slightly and naturally maintained his persona.

“I do not know you.”

“Haha. Among adventurers, acquaintance is always easy. Perhaps all it takes is a glass of beer.” Ralfe pointed toward the bar counter. “Interested in a drink?”

“Alright,” Klein answered simply, hiding his confusion.

After sitting down at a corner of the bar counter, he ordered a glass of Southville beer and looked at Ralfe while drinking, not taking the initiative to speak.

Being silently stared at by a pirate admiral-level powerhouse was not a pleasant experience. Ralfe drank a mouthful of beer, concealing his highly strung nerves, and laughed.

“I heard of you before today’s matter. I knew you were a…