Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 121 Conditions
10 p.m., Swordfish Bar.
After waiting for the bounty all afternoon, Kraven went out and took a look at Ursus Kent, and got the answer that the process had been completed, but the money would not be paid until tomorrow morning.
He was disguised as an adventurer at the Swordfish Bar, but was unable to find the main ingredient or magical item for the Master Puppeteer’s Potion.
Returning to his original form, Kraven pressed his bowler hat and tried to push his way through the crowd, leaving the bar at its most lively and noisy stage.
At that moment, a pair of eyes swept across his face, the vast majority of them first froze, then visibly paused for two seconds, as if recognizing something.
Horrifically, they simultaneously retracted their eyes and retreated toward and away from Klein, like a parted tide.
They had already learned about Germain Sparrow’s appearance and strength from the newspapers and rumors, and more details were gradually spread in the various places where adventurers, pirates and gang members gathered, giving many people a preliminary idea of the situation at that time, and how Germain Sparrow instantly drew his gun and shot as soon as he found “Coincidental Speaker” Mysore King. So, everyone consciously stayed away from this dangerous guy.
Ralph the Trader, who was having a drink at the bar, suddenly noticed something unusual and instinctively half-turned his body and looked over.
He soon saw a silent gentleman with a thin, angular face, and naturally the corresponding portrait in the News came to his mind:
Germaine Sparrow, who had hunted down the “talker.”
Then Relf thought about the conversation he had with the resistance leader Karat in the evening, and confirmed that the crazy adventurer in front of him didn’t reject Poseidon, and had even witnessed a private deal between the resistance and the “Iceberg Lieutenant General”.
Perhaps we can develop him into a believer of “Poseidon”…… Even if he is not interested in the future of the islands, he may be able to provide help in certain matters……. Ralph clasped his hands together and placed them near his mouth, making a gesture as if he were a man of the sea. Ralph clasped his hands together and placed them near his mouth, making a gesture as if he were blowing a conch, which is one of the gestures used in praying to Kavituva, the god of the sea.
Then he got up with a start and walked towards Germaine Sparrow with his beer glass.
At that moment, Klein also noticed Ralph’s approach and recognized who he was.
It was the devotee who had wanted to give a third of his 20,000 gold pounds to Poseidon!
That was the former pirate and now businessman that he had sent to the children’s charity fund!
Through the news about the charity fund and the other party’s always devout prayers, he knew Ralph in every aspect, so he was puzzled as to why the other party would try to contact Germaine Sparrow.
There was a commission? Something the Resistance couldn’t go for for various reasons? Klein eyed Relf and slowed his pace.
”Mr. Germaine Sparrow?” Relf raised the glass of beer in his hand.
Klein nodded, naturally maintaining his persona:
”I don’t really recognize you.”
”Haha, it’s always easy to get to know each other among adventurers, maybe just a drink.” Relf pointed to the bar, “Any interest in a drink?”
”Good.” Klein responded simply with deep suspicion.
Sitting in the corner of the bar, he asked for a Southwell ale, sipping it while looking at Relf without initiating a conversation.
Being quietly watched by a pirate general level powerhouse was not a good experience, Relf took a sip of his beer to hide the high tension in his spirit and laughed:
”I’ve heard of you, before this incident today, and know that you are a true gentleman who does not discriminate against the natives of the colony.”
A line flashed within Klein’s mind, finally settling on a few words that fit the persona relatively well:
”Get to the point.”
…… Relf nearly choked and coughed lightly twice:
”Do I have the honor to introduce you to our god, the savior of the islands, the favored one of the sea, Kavituva?
”As you know, the sea is so vast and the storms are so terrible that purely by yourself, even a great man of the rank of the Four Kings can’t guarantee that you will definitely be able to overcome all the difficulties and survive, and this is the time when we need a god, one that can respond to you, one that holds the power of the sea and the storms.”
Introducing myself to me and then asking me to believe in myself …… Klein controlled the slight movement of the corners of his mouth and turned to me:
”I’m more interested in whether you have any magical items, the very powerful and aggressive kind.”
Ralph said with a genuine smile:
”We do not.
”But as long as you are devout in your belief in the ‘God of the Sea’, you may one day be bestowed accordingly.”
I don’t have …… don’t make promises for me carelessly ah! Klein was momentarily angry and amused.
He felt that this conversation couldn’t continue, so he took a sip to clean most of the Southwell beer and said:
”I’ll think about it.”
He was about to leave when the bartender suddenly came up to him and smiled shyly:
”Mr. Germaine Sparrow, there is a commission here for you.”
”What?” Klein swept Relf a glance.
The latter had the sense to carry his beer and left his seat.
He was satisfied with today’s results, because he did not want to develop the crazy adventurer into a believer of “Neptune” in one go, his purpose was just to let the other party know that there was such a possibility, and actively think about the pros and cons.
When silence returned to the corner of the bar, the bartender quickly smiled:
”He claims to be a pharmacist you know, and has a task he would like to entrust to you. If you are interested, you can wait here, and we will contact him as agreed.”
A pharmacist you know? Chubby Duckwell? Duckwell who had a chubby owl? What would be his commission? Rescue his teacher Roy King? I can’t do this kind of thing, the risk is too high …… In a flash of thought, Klein decided to listen to what the other party’s commission was first:
”Good.”
……
Close to 11 o’clock, Klein met the cowering fat pharmacist Duckwell in the pool room #3 of the Swordfish Bar.
He had changed out of his relatively conspicuous rustic witch doctor’s robes and was dressed as a local – a tarpaulin shirt, wide-legged pants, and a thick coffee-colored jacket – and the round-faced owl was perched on Duckwell’s right shoulder, gazing daggers at the adventurer across the room.
And “justice” Ms. sense of measurement of the other members of the tarot club …… this owl may be really extraordinary creatures, “audience” type? Klein had a judgment in mind, but on the surface, he did not move, and asked in a low voice:
”What is your commission?”
”It’s like this.” The fat apothecary had his left hand in his pocket, holding that ring box tightly, “I have a trip coming up to another island, huh, it’ll take about three days. Because of certain things, I might be in danger, or maybe not, of course, in any case, I need a bodyguard, and you’re the best person I can think of.”
You say that like I’m not actually that good, it’s just that you know very few people …… Not rescuing the teacher and leaving Bayam, this is going to find help? Or, has been rescued, the danger is precisely from the pursuit of the military? Klein asked calmly while speculating about the truth of the matter:
”How great is the danger?”
Duckwell’s lips mumbled a few times as he said:
”I can’t be sure, if, if the danger is more than you can handle, you can just hand me over to the other side, it’s a promise we agreed on right now, it won’t ruin your reputation.”
If I did not know that you are not always good enough to speak, I would have thought that you were using the “agitation” method …… Klein thought for a moment and said:
”What kind of payment can you make?”
Duckwell wanted to say the answer that he had already considered, but hesitated for a moment, because the matter was really dangerous, and if the chips were not enough, it would be difficult to impress Germaine Sparrow – he was afraid that the “congressman” would appear and the bodyguard would give up resistance before things got desperate. That’s why he had to hire someone strong.
Klein swept him off his feet and said coldly:
”You can think about it for a while.
”I’ll go to the washroom and come back with an answer.”
With that, he turned his body toward the door, twisted the handle, and stepped out.
His response seemed sophisticated, with a dash and coolness that belonged to adventurers and bounty hunters, but in reality, he didn’t really want to give the fat apothecary time to think, but was purely looking for an opportunity to go to the lavatory and divine above the gray mist.
That was the key to whether he was going to take the quest or not!
Exiting the pool room and arriving at the entrance to the lavatory, Klein queued for a while and finally waited for a toilet to become vacant.
Entering it, he cringed for a moment, nearly wringing his hands in a fit of nausea at the filth of his surroundings and the stench of the odor.
Forcing himself to close the door and poke the flush button in disgust, he sighed at the poor conditions of Divination as he took four small steps in reverse to unfold the ritual.
Inside the boardroom, Duckwell waited until Germaine Sparrow’s back had completely disappeared before nimbly closing the door and inquiring about the owl on his shoulder:
”Will he betray me?”
”No.” The owl cooed, “And be polite when asking me questions, Mr. Harry please.”
Duckwell’s face twitched with fat:
”Mr. Harry, what kind of payment do you think he will accept?”
”It’s hard for me to read him, he’s good at hiding his expressions.” Owl responded matter-of-factly.
Damn Mr. Harry, no, damn stupid bird! Duckwell cursed darkly, pacing back and forth, thinking about chips.
After a while, Klein returned to Pool Room 3 and opened his mouth to ask:
”Thinking?”
He had already divined above the Gray Mist that this mission had an acceptable level of danger, and he just happened to want to get out of Byam in short order.
”800 pounds for 3 days and our friendship, I mean the friendship of my teacher and his friends.” Duckwell said less confidently.
Klein was silent for a few seconds and said:
ӣ1000 for 3 days.
”Also, that organization of yours get me a powerful offensive magical item and I will pay cash at a reasonable price.”
1000 pounds, where do I have so much …… Duckwell hesitated and said:
”I’ll pay 300 pounds in advance and the rest when I get to my destination and find the one I’m looking for.”
He planned to let his teacher’s teacher pay off the balance.
Klein nodded calmly:
”Deal.”
Fat Apothecary Duckwell was instantly relieved and then smiled cheekily:
”May I take it that the protection takes effect from now on?”