Klein closed the door slightly, walked to the window, and stood in the shadow caused by the curtain, not moving for a long time.

It was brightly lit outside.

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Early the next morning.

Klein turned on the faucet and slapped the cold tap water on his face, and he suddenly became sober.

He has already figured out where to start to find opportunities for real acting:

It is still a hospital where the dead may occur at any time!

��In the past, Klein just went to those places and wandered around for a while, and it was really difficult to find a suitable partner. This time, he decided to be a volunteer for a period of time, staying in the hospital for a long time, caring for those who temporarily have no family members The dying at your side, only in this way can you wait for the desired object.

After breakfast, Klein came to No. 10 Heilin Street and entered the "Olavi Medical Rescue Foundation".

This is a charitable organization with the background of the Evernight Goddess Church, and one of its responsibilities is to provide trained volunteers to various hospitals.

When Klein came to the registration office, he saw the female staff member flipping through a newspaper, so he tapped the surface of the table.

"What's the matter?" the lady asked while putting down the newspaper.

"I want to be a volunteer." Klein said succinctly.

"Name." The lady looked up to the opposite side.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, her right hand shook, and the pen she had just picked up fell to the ground with a clatter.

On the newspaper in front of her, there happened to be an almost real portrait.

The owner of this portrait belongs to the crazy and dangerous adventurer Gehrman Sparrow!

Olavi Medical Assistance Foundation.

The lady in charge of volunteer registration bent down in a hurry and fumbled for the pen that fell to the ground. At this time, Klein also noticed that she was reading the "News" a few days ago, the issue with his portrait and deeds.

Here will also subscribe to the newspapers of Rorsted Islands? Calculating the time when the ship arrived, I can only read the old news from three or four days ago... If I had known this, I would have made a new face and thought of a fake name before coming here... Klein stood in front of his desk, thinking helplessly.

The lady in her thirties finally picked up the pen, raised her face, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you want to be a volunteer?"

"Yes." Klein gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes, but you are an adventurer." The frightened lady stammered and found an excuse.

She instinctively didn't want such an extremely dangerous guy to become a volunteer.

Being famous is not necessarily a good thing... Forget it, I will change my face, change my clothes and change my name later... Klein already gave up in his heart, but on the surface he asked without emotion: "Who stipulated that adventurers cannot be volunteers? "

The lady in charge of registering looked like she was about to cry, and blurted out: "It's not me!"

The volunteer registration room suddenly became extremely quiet. Klein was taken aback for a moment, and then wanted to laugh. He managed to maintain Gehrman Sparrow's image.

The lady calmed down a little, and realized that there was an obvious problem in her answer, she forced a smile and said, "No, I mean there is no rule.

"It's just my impression that adventurers are very busy and need to go to sea, so they rarely have time to do volunteer work."

"That's them." Klein responded succinctly. JrNovels.com