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 there any new volunteers? We’ll begin

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

Sparrow, do you wish to receive the

for a

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

a breath and said, “Then follow Mr. Gravia after

“Alright,” Klein replied calmly.

madness hidden in him stared at the abnormally dirty toilet in

most common task we 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 to have the basics grasped.” Gravia pinched his nose as he pointed to

he ultimately picked up the cleaning tools with a deadpan expression. He

little as he

white gown and wore his top hat before

serious second thoughts about continuing the volunteer work to

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

to become a Nimblewright Master in 1350 and digest the potion, so as to begin seeking the clues to become

and entered the Sweet Lemon Bar. He spent 8 pence for apple cider marinated pork ribs and a

cup of rye beer costing 1.5 pence, they

unhurried fashion before using a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He said to the bartender, “Where’s your boss? I have something

didn’t plan on missing the opportunity to use this loose alliance. He planned to ask Bilt Brando to contact unaffiliated Artisans or Artisans who were willing to moonlight. He wanted an Artisan

didn’t plan on forcing the matter. After

bartender pointed to the staircase and said, “He’s on the

his association and have

and slowly got up before walking towards the

when he reached the second floor did a bodyguard approach him

reputation as Gehrman Sparrow, he easily met Bilt Brando again. He also saw an unfamiliar man beside

Sothoth Yann, an important member of the association.” Bilt pointed to the man in

exchanged looks with the man and saw the seriousness

a simple greeting, Klein 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

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

any evil intentions could be ignored at times. However, Artisans needed to be dealt with indiscriminately. Otherwise, the mystical items they created could flood

the very least, it has amassed quite a lot of resources and information channels… Klein took out

wish to make this into a ring, mainly to provide one

Bilt’s reputation. If the messenger-summoning incantation became widely

if Bilt succumbs 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 to organize an Adventurer Association, he definitely has plenty of money and ingredients… As Klein’s thoughts reeled, he couldn’t help but size

Bilt shuddered for some baffling reason. All the hair on his

Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes looked like he

a good experience at

glanced at Sothoth

is a murloc’s