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.

doctor’s gown entered and asked, “Joanna, are there any new volunteers?

registration, had the intention to shake her head. However, Gehrman Sparrow, who sat opposite her, gave her an intense sense of pressure even though he remained silent and

then looked at Klein. “Mr. Sparrow, do you wish to receive the basic training for volunteer work now,

thought for a

volunteer work after changing his identity.

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

“Alright,” Klein replied calmly.

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

that isn’t the 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,

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

he leaned back a little

took off his white gown and wore his top

second thoughts about continuing the volunteer

arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar

have to become a Nimblewright Master in 1350 and digest the potion, so as to

Sweet Lemon Bar. He spent 8 pence for

beer costing

a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He said to the bartender, “Where’s your boss?

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

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

staircase and

his association and have seen those bodyguards, then they’ll

nodded indiscernibly and slowly got

when he reached the second floor did

Sparrow, he easily met Bilt Brando again. He

association.” Bilt pointed

looks with the man and saw the seriousness

directly said, “I wish to obtain the help of an

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 I can be the middleman. I believe I have

Beyonders without 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 markets,

which Bilt organized isn’t just wasting money. At the very least, it has amassed

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

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

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

shuddered for some baffling reason. All the hair

as though Gehrman Sparrow’s eyes looked like

treasure, this wasn’t a good

Sothoth and forced

is a