The lady covered her mouth with her hand, smiled again and said, "Okay, I'll help you register right away."

As she spoke, she took out a form and handed it over: "You fill it out, and we will provide corresponding training and volunteer positions according to your requirements.

"We will take the initiative to contact you, and you can also come and ask yourself."

She had already made up her mind not to put the form filled by Gehrman Sparrow into the file, but to hand it over directly to the person in charge of the foundation and hand it over to the police station.

Goddess, how could such a dangerous guy come to do volunteer work? She quietly drew a crimson moon on her chest.

Klein nodded silently, took the form, sat down, picked up a pen, and filled out the basic content.

During this process, a man in a doctor's white robe came in and asked, "Juana, are there any new volunteers? We are about to start the morning training."

Juana, who was in charge of the registration, shook her head intentionally, but Gehrman Sparrow sitting opposite her gave her a strong sense of urgency even if she didn't speak or look up, preventing her from lying.

"Yes." She first responded to the man in the white coat, then looked at Klein and said, "Mr. Sparrow, do you want to receive basic training for volunteers now, or wait until tomorrow?"

Klein thought for a while and said, "Now."

He plans to get acquainted with it and change his identity as a volunteer to weave professionally, so that he can quickly enter the hospital to help.

Juana obviously took a breath and said, "Then after you fill out the form, follow Mr. Graia."

"Okay." Klein responded calmly.

For half an hour, the insane adventurer Gehrman Sparrow looked at the unusually dirty toilet in front of him, held his breath, and asked, "Flush it?"

"Yes, you have just received simple patient lifting training, but this is not what we do most often in the hospital. We are mainly responsible for cleaning up the patient's vomit, changing the bedding, and keeping the bathroom clean and hygienic enough, haha , Bandaging wounds and other things belong to professionals, we only need to have a preliminary grasp." Graia pinched his nose, pointed to the toilets covered with yellow and black stains in front of him and said, "The volunteers have demonstrated it just now, you guys let's start."

This is different from what I imagined... It's not the same... Klein's first reaction was to turn his head and leave, but in the end he picked up the cleaning tool expressionlessly, endured strong nausea, moved closer, and squatted down.

Then, he leaned back slightly and stretched out his right hand.

At noon, Klein took off his white coat, put on his top hat, and left the Olavi Medical Rescue Foundation with a cold expression.

He wavered strongly about whether he wanted to do volunteer work to look for opportunities to act in the future.

It was not until he arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar in a carriage that he made up his mind and planned to continue trying.

"I must become a 'Master of Puppets' within 1350, digest this potion, and start looking for high-sequence clues." Klein re-emphasized the goal in his heart.

He calmed down and entered the Sweet Lemon Bar, where he ordered a pork chop with apple juice and a piece of bread with butter for 8p at the bar.

These, plus 1.5p worth of rye ale, made up Klein's lunch.

He finished eating in a leisurely manner, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said to the bartender, "Where's your boss? I have something to ask him."

Now that he has verbally agreed to join the "Adventurer's Mutual Aid Association", Klein will naturally not let go of the opportunity of using this loose alliance, and is going to ask Bilt Brando to help contact wild or private "artisans" to create something similar to Ah. Items like Zig's copper whistle can avoid having to arrange rituals and recite mantras every time the messenger is summoned, which is complicated, troublesome and time-consuming.

Of course, if Bilt Brando didn't know the "craftsman", Klein wouldn't force it. After all, joining the "Adventurer's Mutual Aid Club" doesn't require any money.

The bartender pointed to the stairs and said, "He's on the second floor.

"If you've agreed to join his alliance and met those bodyguards, they'll let you up."

Klein nodded invisibly, got up slowly, and walked towards the stairs.

Sure enough, there was no guard to stop him, until he went up to the second floor, a bodyguard came to inquire. JrNovels.com