Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 136 Volunteers
On the second floor of the Sweet Lemon Bar, in the room belonging to the owner.
Bilt Brando, with a cigar in his hand, stood by the window, his eyes unfocused and staring out, his face terribly gloomy.
At this moment, a bouncer came in, bent his back slightly, and said cautiously:
”Sir, Sotos has returned from the east.”
”Let him in.” Bildt did his best to adjust his demeanor.
Sotos Young was his second-in-command, an important member of the loose organization of “Adventurers’ Mutual”.
In less than a minute, Sotos came in, wearing a linen shirt, brown jacket, and a dark red turban. He was in his mid-thirties, with a bronze complexion, deep-set eyes, and a deep black beard on his lips and under his jaw, the kind of man who often drifted at sea.
Sotos saluted not too formally and surveyed Bilt Brando:
”Something wrong, chief?”
”Well, there’s been an accident, and things look like they’re going to fail.” Bilt didn’t hide it and sighed, “I don’t even know what to tell the big man.”
Not waiting for Sotos to respond, he turned to ask:
”Has there been a change in the east?”
”It’s still the same, the pirates chase after every ship they can plunder, even treating each other as targets, the navy can only hold the various colonization points, barely keeping the shipping lanes open and protecting those ships that are relatively important, sea battles break out from time to time, each with their own winners and losers.” Sotos shrugged his shoulders and said.
”The eastern side of the Sunia Sea really is a pirate’s chaotic paradise ……,” Bilt sighed in agreement.
Sotos thought for a moment and added:
”On those islands to the east, there has been some news that has recently appeared, and it is rumored that it was first circulated from the Black Death.”
”‘Disease Lieutenant General’? What news?” Bilt asked, perking up.
Sotos said with some gravity and some excitement:
”‘Lt. General Disease’ did indeed suffer an assassination and was injured badly, and the person who did it was adventurer Germaine Sparrow!”
”Germaine Sparrow?” Bilt blurted out.
”Yes, it was him! He really is a pirate general level powerhouse! Even if it was a sneak attack, it was on the Black Death ship, surrounded by a multitude of well-known pirates, but he still heavily wounded the ‘Lieutenant General of Disease’ and escaped without incident, and afterward hunted down and killed the ‘Coquettish’ Mithril.” Sotos gave an affirmative answer with emotion.
Bildt paced two steps and sighed tersely:
”This is big news.
”Adventurers in the Pirate General level of power itself is very rare, can in the Pirate General’s flagship to seriously injure each other is even more so only one, this kind of action, in addition to the need for absolute confidence in their own strength, but also must also be crazy enough, only a madman will directly infiltrate the Pirate General’s flagship, trying to assassinate, rather than looking for another location!”
Speaking here, his face changed slightly as he said:
”I met an adventurer who calls himself Germaine Sparrow last night.”
”Really, or not?” Sotos’ eyes narrowed as he asked a low, rhetorical question.
”Not sure, I haven’t seen the real Germaine Sparrow, along with his picture and portrait.” Bilt shook his head.
Sotos murmured:
”You can collect the newspapers of the Rothschild Archipelago to confirm, after so many days have passed, some travelers should have brought over the corresponding Newspaper, Sunia Morning News, well, the government, the police department, the churches, charitable organizations and those places all subscribe to the important newspapers of the Rothschild Archipelago.”
The Rothschild Islands is the largest and most important colony of the Rune Kingdom in the Central Sunia Sea, its influence radiates a circle around it, and Oravi Island, which is only a three-day voyage away from there, is undoubtedly in this bracket, official institutions or church organizations subscribe to newspapers and magazines over there, and non-important news can be read in three to four days.
”Hmm.” Bilt nodded and asked in depth, “Any specifics on Germaine Sparrow’s assassination of ‘Lieutenant General Disease’?”
Sotos thought back and said:
”It is said that Germaine Sparrow can turn into anyone, just like the ‘Hurricane Lieutenant General’ Zilingus before him.
”It was with this ability that he managed to infiltrate the Black Death and find an opportunity to assassinate.”
”The ability to turn into anyone ……” Billet’s eyes lit up with a gleam.
No, no, that is a crazy enough to dare to infiltrate the Black Death to assassinate the “Disease Lieutenant General” guy, let a person instinctively fear, just want to stay away from …… Bilt’s eyes swirled dimly.
And still do not know if it is true …… He subconsciously shook his head.
……
I don’t know when the “Night Watch” and “Mechanical Heart” will take action to deal with the anomaly on Williams Street, I hope they will be as soon as possible. …… In the midst of his thoughts, Klein left the gray fog and returned to the real world. He returned to the real world.
After a moment’s reflection, he pulled out a sheet of letterhead and laid it out on the tan desk.
Dark red absorbent fountain pen rustling, Klein first concerned about the recent situation of Mr. Aztec, and then mentioned that when he searched for magical items that could steal the extraordinary abilities of others, he found that there were people who had been parasitized by outsiders.
Then, in a seemingly passing manner, he inquired if there was a way to bypass the parasitized outsider alerting the host.
Using this as an excuse, he went on to say that he had learned from others about the Worm of Time, which was associated with the higher levels of the Stealer pathway, and had figured out that it could be used as a sacrifice for important rituals and as a material for high-level incantations, but didn’t know exactly how to do it.
Call …… Klein put down the pen, folded the letter paper, took out the copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard.
White bones fountained out and combined to form the massive messenger, but this time, instead of burrowing out from downstairs, the messenger traversed the ceiling as it had done so many times before, looking down at the summoner from above.
Klein knew it wasn’t because the messenger had become less polite again, but because he was now staying on the first floor of the inn ……
With a flick of his wrist, he threw the messenger paper like a dart and let it fall exactly into the huge white bony palm.
The flames within the messenger’s eye sockets danced twice, as if gazing at Klein, but in the end nothing happened.
Its body disintegrated into a waterfall of white bones, and one by one, it burrowed into the ground.
After all this, Klein did not unfold the crane, erased the previous writing, and used the same content to consult the “Mercury Serpent” Will Onsettin.
This is because he found a not so good thing, the crane is not a magical object or extraordinary weapon, it is just an ordinary piece of paper folded, after being repeatedly rubbed by the eraser has shown signs of fragility, a few more times, perhaps it will be directly broken.
”Better to wait until there’s something very important to contact before considering it, like when Mr. Aztec wasn’t sure how to get around the possessed old grandpa alerting Leonard ……” Klein shook his head noisily and quickly packed up the items on his desk.
In addition, he was not too afraid to use the radio to contact Aroldus lately, because the strong man sent by the “Real Creator” was probably still wandering around, chasing the scent of the “All Black Eye”, and the “smell” of the gray mist could also have caused the “smell” of the “All Black Eye”. The “smell” of the gray mist may have caught the attention of the “True Creator” and informed the believers.
”Continue to be a traveler and relax today, and tomorrow begin the search for the opportunity to play true!” Crane collected his thoughts, put on his coat, removed his bowler hat, and walked out of his hotel room.
He was going to watch the sun set over the hills outside of Oravi Harbor!
The idea had originated in a best-selling novel by a man named Leon Mastin, born in Olavi, and who had settled in Belcande only after he was twenty years of age, in which this gentleman described with great affection the sunset over the San Draco Mountains in the harbor as the most beautiful he had ever seen to date.
Crane took a carriage out of the city, walked to the foot of Mount San Draco, and ascended the modest peak in only an hour.
Time passed by, and the sun gradually set, coloring the azure ocean on the left side of the peak as if it were on fire, and blinding the turquoise woods and vast fields on the right side with a golden hue.
All the colors blossomed with a final brightness at this moment, then faded until they were dim.
Ships entered the harbor, carriages went into the city, and busy people returned home along the roads beside the orchards among the wheat fields.
As darkness began to envelop the land, a little warm glow lit up one after another inside and outside the city, and they were like sparkling jewels on black velvet.
It really is beautiful …… Klein admired it for a moment until the lights representing one family after another reflected in his eyes.
He turned in silence and headed back down the hill, surrounded by a cluster of black-stained trees, to the bottom, then walked a short distance to hire the wagon at the edge of the harbor city.
The carriage moved steadily on, an elegant streetlight pole, iron black in color, quietly backing up and away in the dim glow.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein returned to the inn, pulled out his key, and opened the door to his room.
Inside the room, the bed, desk, and chair all lay silent in the rich darkness, soundlessly reflecting some of the scarlet moonlight.
Klein closed the door of the room with a very small amplitude, walked to the window, and stood for a long time in the shadow created by the curtain.
Outside the lamp was burning brightly.
……
Early the next morning.
Klein unscrewed the faucet and slapped the cold tap water onto his face, his whole being awakening.
He’d already figured out where to start looking for a chance to play for real:
It was still the hospital that could produce the dead at any moment!
–The previous Kline just went to those places and wandered around briefly for a while, it was really hard to discover suitable targets, this time, he decided to volunteer for a period of time, staying in the hospital for a long time, caring for the dying who didn’t have their families around for a while, and only in this way, could he wait for the needed targets.
After breakfast, Klein arrived at No. 10 Black Forest Street and entered the “Oravi Medical Ambulance Foundation”.
This is a charitable organization with the background of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, and one of its responsibilities is to provide trained volunteers to various hospitals.
Klein arrived at the registration desk and saw the female staff member flipping through a newspaper, so he tapped the surface of the desk.
”Can I help you?” The lady asked as she put down the newspaper and opened her mouth.
”I’d like to volunteer.” Klein said succinctly.
”Name.” The lady looked up and across the room.
Suddenly, her gaze froze, her right hand shook, and the pen she had just picked up snapped to the ground.
The paper in front of her happened to have a near-realistic portrait on it.
The portrait belonged to the crazy and dangerous adventurer Germaine Sparrow!