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 the

opposite her, gave her an intense sense of

replied to the man and then looked at Klein. “Mr. Sparrow, do you wish to receive the basic training for

for a moment before

work after changing his identity. That way,

follow Mr. Gravia after

“Alright,” Klein replied calmly.

had his madness hidden in him stared at the abnormally dirty toilet in front of him. He

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

is very different from what I imagined… Completely different… Klein’s first reaction was to turn his back and leave, but he ultimately picked up the

he leaned back a little as he extended his right

wore his top hat

had serious second thoughts about continuing the volunteer work to

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

digest the potion, so as to begin seeking the

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

rye beer

wipe his mouth. He said to the bartender, “Where’s your

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 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, troublesome,

didn’t plan on forcing the matter. After all,

and

you’ve already agreed to join his association and have seen

and slowly got up before walking towards the

stopped him. Only when he reached the second floor did a bodyguard approach him

Bilt Brando again.

the association.” Bilt pointed to the man

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

greeting, Klein got a chair to sit on. He directly said, “I wish to obtain the help of an

know an Artisan, but he’s unwilling to meet strangers. This will bring

to be dealt with indiscriminately.

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

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

to test the Artisan’s ability and Bilt’s reputation. If the messenger-summoning

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…

some baffling reason. All the hair

looked like he had seen a treasure

treasure, this wasn’t a good

at Sothoth

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