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.

entered and asked, “Joanna, are there

of the registration, had the intention to shake her head. However, Gehrman Sparrow, who sat opposite her, gave her an intense sense

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

a moment before

planned on familiarizing himself first, allowing him to show his professionalism at volunteer work after changing his identity. That way, he could

breath and said, “Then follow Mr. Gravia after you are

“Alright,” Klein replied calmly.

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

washing the linen, as well as maintaining the cleanliness of the washroom. Heh heh, matters such as bandaging wounds

he ultimately picked up the cleaning

back a little as he

his top hat before leaving Oravi Hospice

thoughts about continuing the volunteer work to

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 a High-Sequence Beyonder, Klein emphasized his

8 pence for apple cider marinated pork ribs and

rye beer costing

a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He said to the bartender, “Where’s your boss? I have something to talk to him

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

Klein didn’t plan on forcing the

to the staircase and

his association and have seen

indiscernibly and slowly got

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

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

important member of the association.” Bilt pointed to the man

looks with the man

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

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

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

of it, the Adventurer 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 underwater

the messenger, planning to test the Artisan’s ability and Bilt’s reputation. If the messenger-summoning incantation became widely known, it would

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

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

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

treasure, this wasn’t a good

at Sothoth

is a