Chapter 132: Adventurers’ Mutual Aid Association

Chapter 132: Adventurers’ Mutual Aid Association

Klein sat down in front of the bar counter, clenched his fist, and knocked on the tabletop.

“A glass of Southville beer.”

Behind him, several guards hesitated over whether to come over and issue a warning, or pretend no one had fired a gun just now.

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

“Why not have a glass of Sweet Lemon?

“Our boss once went to Trier to study bartending. He mastered many cocktail varieties left behind by Emperor Roselle and personally created Oravi’s most popular drink, Sweet Lemon.”

Klein did not feel tempted at all and replied calmly, “I only drink beer.”

“Alright.” The bartender did not hurry to fetch the Southville beer. With a smile at his lips, he asked, “Sir, are you an adventurer?”

Klein nodded without speaking.

The bartender smiled without hesitation.

“Perhaps you should meet our boss. He is always friendly toward adventurers who have just arrived and is happy to buy them a drink. Moreover, this may bring you other kinds of help.”

Since he had originally intended to buy Marionettist supplementary materials here, Klein did not refuse. He took out a brass penny, flicked it into the air with a snap, then caught it steadily.

He placed the one-penny copper coin on the bar counter as thanks for the bartender’s reminder. Then he slowly stood and followed a guard up the stairs to the second floor, entering the room at the far end of the corridor.

The room was covered with a thick, soft, brownish-yellow carpet. A faint smell of high-quality coal burning filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of cigars.

A middle-aged man with blond hair neatly combed back sat leaning in an armchair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper. Around him were more than six bodyguards.

Although Klein was not a Beyonder of the Spectator domain and could not judge the traits and strength of those bodyguards from details, and although he did not belong to the Mystery Pryer or Monster pathways, which could perceive certain hidden things and discover what others could not, his spiritual intuition made him believe that there must be Beyonders among the bodyguards—Beyonders who could pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man set down the newspaper, tugged at the collar of his black shirt, slowly stood, and extended his right hand.

“Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend.”

His blue eyes carried a slight smile, making him appear quite sincere.

Klein likewise extended his right hand and lightly touched the other man’s without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the armchair and chuckled.

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

“I was once an adventurer as well. I was fairly strong—at least strong enough to survive until now and earn a decent sum of money.”

He is confident in his own strength. That is why he dares express himself so directly… Klein sat down without the slightest politeness. Leaning forward slightly, his expression unchanged, he waited for Bilt to continue.

Seeing that the adventurer opposite him did not respond, Bilt sat back down, took a drag from his cigar, and said leisurely, “To be honest, when I meet every newly arrived adventurer, I do have a purpose.”

He pointed toward the nautical chart placed on the desk in the room and described in a magnetic voice, “Eastward from the Rorsted Archipelago, the sea becomes more and more chaotic. The power of the military and the Churches grows smaller and smaller. They can barely protect the ports where they themselves are stationed.

“That stretch of sea is paradise for pirates and very unfavorable to us adventurers. Therefore, I hope to organize everyone and establish a loose alliance, allowing us to unite when facing danger.

“This alliance will not have especially strong restrictions. When another adventurer encounters danger, you may choose to watch from the sidelines. No one will punish you. It is only that if you later face a similar situation, you will not need to expect help.

“Furthermore, one thing I can promise is that adventurers within this alliance can receive near-cost discounts when buying items here, and when selling their gains, they will receive at least market price.”

After introducing the idea, Bilt looked at the newly arrived adventurer opposite him with a smile and chuckled.

“What do you think? Are you interested in joining this loose alliance? Do not worry. It will not bring you any additional expenses. Our only purpose is to help one another when encountering pirates.”

Klein nodded.

“It sounds fairly good.”

“Haha. I think so too. I once wanted to name this alliance the Adventurer Brotherhood, but later felt that the word ‘brother’ had too much compulsion behind it, so I changed it to the Adventurers’ Mutual Aid Association.” Bilt laughed at himself.

At this point, he lowered the hand holding the cigar, smacked his lips lightly, shook his head, and smiled.

“My apologies. I forgot to ask your name.”

Klein maintained his posture. In a low voice, he answered, “Gehrman Sparrow.”

“Gehrman Sparrow…” Bilt’s eyelids twitched. His smile instantly stiffened somewhat, while the bodyguards around him suddenly tensed, as though facing a great enemy.

Bilt quickly returned to normal and made no attempt to investigate whether this was the real Gehrman Sparrow or a counterfeit swindler. With a chuckle, he asked, “Is there anything you wish to buy? I have many good things here.”

“Water from Sonia’s Golden Spring,” Klein said with an outwardly flat expression and an inwardly cautious attitude.

He did not mention the dragon-patterned tree bark. There was a decent chance of buying that material from herbal stores anyway.

For some reason, Bilt Brando let out a breath of relief and smiled.

“Simple.

“Thirty pounds per one hundred milliliters.

“Believe me. Even if you go to Sonia Island, it will only be a few pounds cheaper at most. Those Feysacian barbarians have blocked off spring after spring. It is very difficult for others to obtain.”

“Deal.” Klein had a rough understanding of Golden Spring’s price and knew that thirty pounds for one hundred milliliters was indeed quite cheap.

After completing this transaction, Bilt was about to speak after some deliberation when there was suddenly a knock at the door.

After receiving his permission, a guard entered, came to his ear, and whispered a few sentences.

Bilt’s expression darkened at once. His entire person seemed abnormally cold, releasing an indescribable killing intent.

As expected, he is quite strong. In the past, he was either a famous adventurer or a well-known pirate… He should be mid-Sequence… Klein watched the other party and calmly made a judgment.

Bilt turned his head and forced a smile toward Klein.

“Mr. Sparrow, I have some things to handle.

“Let us drink together when there is a chance.”

“Alright.” Klein slowly stood. He had no intention of inserting himself into the other man’s affairs.

Of course, that did not mean he was not curious. His curiosity was merely insufficient to make him change his style of doing things.

Leaving Sweet Lemon Bar, Klein smoothly returned to the inn where he was staying.

…

In the City of Silver, during the “day” of frequent lightning.

After practicing the various Beyonder powers of a Solar High Priest, Derrick Berg walked along the edge of the training ground toward the twin towers.

After attending many Tarot Gatherings, he had gradually grasped the pattern and knew roughly how many alternations between high and low lightning frequency would pass before Mr. Fool pulled him above the gray fog.

And now, it had already reached the final “day.”

Precisely because of that, he planned to go to the library and flip through historical materials involving ancient gods, so that he could offer them to Mr. Fool when the time came.

As he passed by a partition beside the training ground, Derrick instinctively looked inward. There, members of an exploration team were resting—the very exploration team led by Chief Elder Colin Iliad of the six-member council!

Not long ago, they had finished the exploration based on the description given by the little boy Jack and had returned to the City of Silver. They were currently in quarantine.

Feeling somewhat heavy, Derrick withdrew his gaze and continued all the way to the spire. He climbed to the third floor and entered the library.

He was just about to head toward the bookshelves holding mythological materials and ancient records when, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It was a fair-skinned, beautiful lady in her thirties. She wore a black robe with many mysterious purple patterns, and her slightly curled silver-gray hair fell over her shoulders.

She was Lovia Tiffany, an elder of the six-member council who had been imprisoned for a very long time!

As her pale-gray eyes swept over him, Derrick immediately felt as though his soul had been pierced through. He could not stop himself from stiffening for one second.

“Blessings, Elder Lovia.” He hurriedly lowered his head, pressed a hand to his chest, and said so.

Lovia walked over and nodded lightly.

“My quarantine has been lifted.”

After saying that calmly, she turned and left, as though declaring something.

Derrick stood where he was, cold sweat unknowingly seeping across his back.

How could she have been released? Has the six-member council already confirmed that there is no problem with her? Derrick thought with abnormal tension.

…

Monday afternoon, above the gray fog.

Klein rested his elbows on the armrests, fingers interlaced, watching as crimson beams of light rose simultaneously and then faded into blurry figures.

Then he heard Miss Justice’s bright greeting.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~”