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Klein stopped the cup in his hand and glanced at the bounty on the bald man, Ironhead Old, indeed a reward of 12,000 Tyr. Hmm? This person's head is slightly more valuable than half a bottle of Void Potion?

Old seemed not too satisfied with his bounty, complaining:

"I killed a few magical beasts on the border the other day, and some soldiers saw it. They wanted to rob me but weren't willing to pay, so didn't I have to kill them all?

So my bounty was raised a bit, but it seems they were just ordinary soldiers, so it only went up by 2,000, not much point."

Old spoke very arrogantly, his tone suggesting he didn't take the Northern Border army seriously at all.

Hearing him say this, the tavern patrons and mercenaries, unafraid of trouble, joined in the clamor.

"Awesome, Ironhead bro!"

"Old is a formal professional, how can he be the same as us?"

Only now did Klein understand that this guy called Ironhead Old was probably sitting under his wanted poster to show off. His showing-off skills are quite refined!

"The situation here in the Northern Border is a bit special. It seems I don't need to disguise myself, and my style of doing things needs to change slightly."

Klein lowered his hood. People dressed as mages like him are extremely rare in small taverns, and generally, mages don't drink alcohol, so Klein only drank some juice here.

Such an oddball like Klein would naturally attract the attention of others, but he didn't care much. He picked up his juice, slowly walked to Ironhead Old's table, sat down, and greeted:

"Hello, Mr. Ironhead Old."

Although Old looked very barbaric, he wasn't stupid. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived so long.

He had just shown off, and even said he killed several soldiers. This mage dared to approach him, so he must have something to rely on.

Such a person couldn't be offended. He might be some big shot. In the Northern Border, you can brag, no one will say anything, but only an idiot would cause real trouble.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir? I will tell you everything I know."

Old's tone was surprisingly timid. His cautious attitude made Klein speechless.

"Ah! It's nothing. I heard there are many powerful organizations in the Northern Border, so I wanted to take a look. Um, where is the branch of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow located?"

"I thought it was something important! It's a small matter. The branch of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow is next to the office building in the city center. You'll see it when you get there."

Huh? Next to the office building in the city center again? Sodes was like that before. Speaking of which, the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow in Sodes City might really exist.

But this organization always builds its base next to the city center. Isn't that a bit too much?

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Old!"

"You're welcome! You can come to me again if you need anything. I will tell you everything I know."

Klein smiled awkwardly and gave up the idea of taking Old's head for money.

The guy kindly pointed the way, and his head is only worth half a bottle of Void Potion. It wouldn't be appropriate to wring his head off.

Seeing Klein leave, Old returned to his seat, took several drinks of wine without saying a word. Not only that, but his legs were shaking, only hidden under the table, where others couldn't see.

The reason for his trembling legs was simple: Klein had just revealed a trace of killing intent, just a trace, and Old was scared.

"Ironhead, why have you suddenly become so polite?"

"Yeah, that person is obviously not from the Northern Border, his accent is different, and he doesn't even have a wanted poster. What are you panicking about?"

Old glanced at these people, quietly drank his wine, and didn't speak. No wanted poster, no reputation, doesn't mean the person is weak.

Besides sensing Klein's killing intent, he had an odd object that could sense the strength of the other party, which was his capital to survive until now.

Just now, his odd object had cracked in front of Klein, which shows how powerful the other party is.

"A bunch of idiots, do you really think I'm the kind of person who is well-developed but simple-minded? How can you salted fish understand my wisdom, Old?"

Old finished the wine in his hand and left the tavern without looking back.

…

When Klein arrived here, he was even more surprised. The local leader of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow was actually setting up a stage next to the office building in the city center to give a speech.

He was blatantly promoting his organization's philosophy here. The passersby were listening with great interest, like listening to a story.

"The Eye of Gehrman Sparrow is an organization that advocates equality. Although we can't achieve equality for everyone now, we are working hard towards this goal.

We protect the beliefs of our members. No matter what organization you were originally from, as long as you are willing to join our Eye of Gehrman Sparrow, we will sincerely welcome you.

Our purpose is to prevent humans from being humiliated by magical beasts, to prevent homes from being oppressed by nobles, to resist improper profits and improper use of force by imperial nobles, and to contribute to the peace of mankind.

Believe in our Eye of Gehrman Sparrow, and we look forward to your joining!"

This person has all kinds of ideas, one after another. Klein was a little shocked. It seems that this leader of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow has given speeches here more than once or twice. He's too skilled.

Moreover, he just watched several people in Security Department uniforms walk past, ignoring the speech. This city is too much, right?

"This is simply a paradise for developing local organizations!" Klein sighed slightly.

At this moment, the leader of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow had finished his speech. He said loudly:

"Next, it's time for our daily lucky audience segment. Whoever gets my bracelet, as long as they join our Eye of Gehrman Sparrow, can become an honorary member of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow and receive a beautiful gift."

Before he could finish speaking, someone in the audience was already urging him.

"Hurry up, you're always so long-winded. I've been waiting here for a long time. Are you going to give it or not?"

"Give, give, give, don't be anxious!"

The person turned around, took off his three bracelets, closed his eyes and threw them behind him. The people in the audience immediately scrambled for them.

This bizarre and blatant way of attracting people once again shocked Klein.

His original development plan was to keep all his magic power to synthesize Arcane Energy Crystals to replenish the Arcane Crystals.

Then, he would find strongholds of cult-like organizations for reasonable looting and accumulate resources. The Fire Blade Cult, the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow, the Skull Society, and various gangs were all within his target range.

However, after seeing the situation of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow at this time, and the local lenient policy towards cult organizations, Klein suddenly had a bolder idea.

In front of Klein, a warrior professional pushed away the others around him, grabbed a bracelet, and charged towards the stage.

Klein silently followed behind this person, watching him clear the way in front. Everyone who approached Klein would be separated by invisible Arcane Energy.

The Gehrman Sparrow leader on the stage had already presented gifts to the first two people who got the bracelets. It was an equivalent exchange voucher for a local Gehrman Sparrow store, which could be exchanged for supplies. This kind of membership reward was quite practical.

The warrior in front of Klein had already rushed onto the stage. The Gehrman Sparrow leader said to the others:

"Very good, it seems that our last lucky member has appeared!"

Just as the warrior was about to hand the bracelet to the Gehrman Sparrow leader, and the Gehrman Sparrow person wanted to give him the prize.

The warrior suddenly felt like something was entangling his ankle. When he wanted to turn around to resist, the bone hand grabbing his ankle had already pulled him off the stage.

The second-tier warrior had no power to resist and was pulled down like that. The people from the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow couldn't stop it in time.

Klein, wearing a mage robe, slowly walked onto the stage, picked up the bracelet that had just fallen on the podium, handed it to the Gehrman Sparrow speaker, and said with a smile:

"That person slipped. It seems that the third lucky audience member has become me!"

Slipped? That person was clearly dragged down by you, okay? Your words are too perfunctory, right?

The leader of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow was a little embarrassed. He, who had always accepted anyone, was a little hesitant looking at Klein. Klein clearly came with ulterior motives. Could his small temple hold such a person?

Although he was very worried, his excellent professional qualities still made him say with a smile:

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay. Whoever is willing to join our Eye of Gehrman Sparrow is a brother. From now on, you are one of my, Bai Qini's, people."

Bai Qini? Klein was stunned for a moment. This person is very famous. There are often news about him in the newspapers, known as the fourth leader of the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow.

He always claims responsibility for certain events, but many violent incidents are clearly done by the Skull Society and the Fire Blade Cult. He admits to them all. He didn't expect to be standing on the street giving a speech so brazenly. Amazing!

"My name is Cain. I am also very much looking forward to joining the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow!"

Bai Qini looked at Klein again. He knew that this smiling young man had a problem, but he was now in a dilemma.

In Unter City, the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow has always recruited anyone who comes, which is their default rule, so it is unlikely that they will refuse Klein.

Because usually no one wants anything from the Eye of Gehrman Sparrow, they have never encountered such a situation where a master joins.

Bai Qini could only say dryly: "Uh, Cain, right? It's good that you're looking forward to it!"