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.

man in a doctor’s gown entered and asked, “Joanna, are there any new volunteers? We’ll begin the morning

However, Gehrman Sparrow, who sat opposite her, gave her an

“Mr. Sparrow, do you wish to receive the basic training for volunteer work

thought for a moment before

allowing him to show his professionalism at volunteer work after changing

clearly drew a breath and said, “Then follow Mr. Gravia

“Alright,” Klein replied calmly.

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

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 the stained toilets. “A volunteer has already demonstrated

leave, but he ultimately picked up the

back a little as he extended his right

took off his white gown and wore his top hat before leaving Oravi Hospice Foundation with a cold

thoughts about continuing the volunteer work

carriage arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar

digest the potion, so as to begin seeking the clues to become a High-Sequence

Sweet Lemon Bar. He spent 8 pence for

cup of rye beer

to wipe his mouth. He said

who were willing to moonlight. He wanted an Artisan to create an item like Azik’s copper whistle, so he didn’t

Bilt Brando didn’t know an Artisan, Klein didn’t plan on forcing the matter.

and said, “He’s on the second

association and have seen those

slowly got up before walking towards the

stopped him. Only when he reached the second

Gehrman Sparrow, he easily met Bilt Brando again. He also saw

member of the association.” Bilt pointed to the man in a

the same time, he exchanged looks with the man and

“I wish to obtain the help of an Artisan. I wonder if the

his cigar and paused for 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

ignored at times. However, Artisans needed to be dealt with indiscriminately. Otherwise, the mystical items

Association which Bilt organized isn’t just wasting money. At the very least, it has amassed quite a lot of resources and information channels… Klein took out the murloc bladder which he had

a ring, mainly

ability and Bilt’s reputation. If the messenger-summoning incantation became widely known, it would create quite

not like I can’t find him to settle the debt. This is better. For him to be able to organize an Adventurer Association,

that instant, Bilt shuddered for some baffling reason. All the

felt as though Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes looked like he had seen a treasure

this wasn’t a

at Sothoth and forced a

a