At this moment, he felt his collar tighten, was picked up abruptly, and thrown towards the door.

Klein didn't explain anything, and threw the guy out without expression.

Then he drew his revolver, aimed where the green-eyed man had fallen, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

As soon as the green-eyed man fell to the ground, he saw sparks splashing from the ground under his crotch. He was so frightened that the cruel words on his lips flowed back in an instant, and he fled the bar on the ground.

Without any other words, his weakness directly proved that he was not Gehrman Sparrow.

Klein ignored the stupefied dupe, politely blew on the muzzle of the gun, and stuffed the revolver back under his arm.

Then, in a quiet atmosphere startled by the gunshots, he walked slowly towards the bar.

Klein sat down in front of the bar and slammed his fist on the table, "A glass of Southwell beer."

Behind him, several guards hesitated whether to come over to warn, or pretend that no one fired their guns just now.

The bartender winked at the guards, picked up a glass, laughed and said, "Why don't you have a glass of 'Sweet Lemon'?

"Our boss once went to Trier to learn bartending, mastered many cocktail categories left by Emperor Russell, and created Olavi's most popular 'sweet lemon'."

Klein was not moved at all, and calmly responded, "I only drink beer."

"Okay." The bartender was not in a hurry to pick up the Southwell beer, and said with a smile, "Sir, are you an adventurer?"

Klein nodded, but did not answer.

The bartender didn't hesitate, and said with a smile: "Maybe you should meet our boss. He is always friendly to new adventurers and willing to buy them drinks. Moreover, this will help you in other ways."

Klein, who had originally planned to buy auxiliary materials for "Master Puppet" here, did not refuse. He took out a brass-colored penny, bounced it with a snap, and caught it firmly.

He put the 1-pence copper coin on the bar as a thank you for the bartender's reminder. He stood up slowly, followed a guard up the stairs to the second floor, and entered the room at the other end of the corridor.

The room is covered with brown-yellow thick and soft carpet, filled with the slight smell of high-quality coal burning, mixed with the aroma of smoking cigars.

A middle-aged man with blond hair combed back was sitting in an easy chair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, surrounded by more than six bodyguards.

Although Klein is not an Extraordinary in the "spectator" field, he cannot judge the characteristics and strength of those bodyguards from the details, and he does not belong to the "mystery spy" or "monster" path. He can see certain secrets and discover some things that others cannot discover. However, his spiritual intuition convinced him that there must be Extraordinary among those bodyguards, Extraordinary who could pose a certain threat to him.

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper, pulled the neckline of his black shirt, stood up slowly, stretched out his right hand and said, "Welcome to Oravi, my adventurer friend."

There was a slight smile in his blue eyes, and he looked quite sincere.

Klein also extended his right hand and touched the other party lightly. He didn't speak, waiting for the other party to speak.

The middle-aged man pointed to the sofa opposite the easy chair, smiled lightly and said, "I'm the boss here, Billt Brando.

"I used to be an adventurer, and my strength is not bad. At least I can survive until now and make a lot of money."

He is very confident in his own strength, that's why he dared to express it so directly... Klein sat down unceremoniously, leaned forward slightly, and waited for Bilt to continue talking without expression.

Seeing that the adventurer on the other side did not respond, Bilt sat down again, smoked a cigar, and said leisurely: "Frankly speaking, I do have my own purpose when I meet every new adventurer."

He pointed to the nautical chart on the desk in the room, and described in a very magnetic voice: "From the Rorsted Islands to the east, the sea is getting more and more chaotic, and the strength of the military and the church is getting weaker and weaker, and they can only protect themselves The port where it is located.

"This sea area is a paradise for pirates, which is very unfavorable to us adventurers, so I hope to organize everyone, establish a loose alliance, and unite in the face of danger. JrNovels.com