Lord of the Mysteries

Oravi Hospice Foundation.

The lady responsible for volunteer registration hurriedly bent her back as she frantically searched for the fountain pen which had dropped. At this moment, Klein also noticed that she was reading a News Report paper from a few days ago. It was back when his portrait and escapades were published.

This area subscribes to newspapers from the Rorsted Archipelago as well? From the time it takes to sail between the places, it’s true that they can only read news from three to four days ago… If I had known earlier, I would’ve worn a new face and thought of a fake name before coming… Klein stood in front of the desk as he thought helplessly.

The lady in her thirties finally picked up the fountain pen, raised her head, and said with a trembling voice, “Y-you want to do volunteer work?”

“Yes,” Klein gave an affirmative answer.

“B-but you’re an adventurer,” the mortified lady stammered for an excuse.

She instinctively didn’t want such an extremely dangerous person to do volunteer work.

Being famous isn’t necessarily a good thing… Forget it. I’ll switch my appearance and name before coming again… Klein had the intention of giving up as he questioned her without any emotion, “Who made the rules that adventurers can’t do volunteer work?”

The lady responsible for the registration was on the brink of tears as she blurted out, “It wasn’t me!”

The volunteer registration room became abnormally quiet. Klein was first taken aback before he felt like laughing. It took him a great deal of effort to maintain Gehrman Sparrow’s image.

After the lady calmed down, she sensed that her answer was clearly problematic. She forced a smile and said, “No, I mean this isn’t regulated by anyone.

“My impression of adventurers is that they are very busy. They need to be out at sea and have very little time to do volunteer work.

“That’s them,” Klein answered succinctly.

The lady held her palm to her mouth as she revealed a smile.

“Alright. I’ll immediately help you with your registration.”

As she spoke, she pulled out a form and handed it over.

“Please fill it in. We will provide the corresponding training and volunteer jobs according to your requests.

“We will contact you, or you can always come over to inquire for any updates.”

She had already made up her mind not to put Gehrman Sparrow’s form into the docket. Instead, she would hand it directly to the foundation’s person-in-charge and the police.

Goddess, why is this dangerous fellow here to do volunteer work? She secretly drew a crimson moon on her chest.

Klein nodded in silence. He took the form and sat down. Picking up a fountain pen, he began filling in his basic information.

a man in a doctor’s gown entered and asked, “Joanna, are

who sat opposite her, gave her an intense sense of pressure even though he remained silent and didn’t raise his head. She

is,” she first replied to the man and then looked at Klein. “Mr. Sparrow, do you wish to receive the

for a

his professionalism at volunteer work after changing his identity. That way, he could quickly help out

drew a breath and said, “Then follow Mr. Gravia after you are done filling in

“Alright,” Klein replied calmly.

later, the calm and polite adventurer who had his madness hidden in him stared at the abnormally dirty toilet in

do at a hospital. We’re mainly in charge of cleaning a patient’s vomit or changing and washing the linen, as well as maintaining the cleanliness of the washroom. Heh heh, matters such as bandaging wounds are left to the professionals. We only need you

his back and leave, but he ultimately picked up

he leaned back a little as he

and wore his

second thoughts about continuing the volunteer

his carriage arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar did he steel his resolve to continue the

as to begin seeking the clues to become a High-Sequence Beyonder, Klein

Sweet Lemon Bar. He spent 8 pence for apple cider marinated pork ribs and a piece of buttered

with a cup of rye beer costing

finished eating in an unhurried fashion before using a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He said to the bartender,

willing to moonlight. He wanted an Artisan to create an item like Azik’s copper whistle, so he didn’t need to set up a ritual and chant the incantations every time he summoned his messenger. It was complicated,

Klein didn’t plan on forcing the matter. After all, joining the Adventurer Association didn’t require him to

and said, “He’s

and have

indiscernibly and slowly got up before walking towards

second floor did a bodyguard

to his reputation as Gehrman Sparrow, he easily met Bilt Brando again. He also saw an

Sothoth Yann, an important member of the association.” Bilt

same time, he exchanged looks with the man and saw the seriousness and puzzlement

got a chair to sit on. He directly said, “I wish to obtain the help of an Artisan. I wonder if the association is able to provide any

a few seconds. He deliberated for a moment before saying, “I do know an Artisan, but he’s unwilling to meet strangers. This will bring him grave danger. If you have any requests, then I can be

be dealt with indiscriminately. Otherwise, the

it has amassed quite a

this into a ring, mainly to provide one with underwater

planning to test the Artisan’s ability and Bilt’s reputation. If

to greed and usurps the created mystical item, it doesn’t matter. After all, I have a bunch of charms from the Sea God domain… Furthermore, it’s not like I can’t find him to settle the debt. This is better. For him to be able

Bilt shuddered for some baffling reason. All the

Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes looked like

this wasn’t a

Sothoth and forced

is a murloc’s