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…