Chapter: 1660

The whining sound of the wind blows in, and the silence in the house disappears.

Klein pinched his fingers to close the "spiritual body thread", and continued to drag the hideous and terrifying demon corpse through the corridor, along the stairs, and down to the first floor.

At this time, there were not many people left in the bar, the tables and chairs were overturned, and the debris was scattered all over the place.

Klein entered the hall through the badly damaged staircase, looked around, and found the boss who was crouching behind the bar with a sad face�there were not many bodyguards left, scattered around.

Da, da, da... Klein walked over step by step, and the demon corpse behind him knocked away many tables and chairs.

"You, what do you want to do?" The boss took a step back and asked loudly.

His bodyguards gathered around tremblingly, with erratic eyes and different bodies, as if if something unexpected happened, they would run away immediately.

Klein stopped in his tracks and threw Gilchies' body forward.

Then, he said hoarsely, "Can you claim the reward on your behalf?"

The boss was stunned for a second, his eyes moved down instinctively, and he saw clearly the huge demon corpse still entwined with some blue flames.


He and his bodyguards gasped at the same time, having the illusion that they were not in the real world.

This turned out to be a real devil!

Except for the fact that it has no curved goat horns, it is exactly the same as the demons described in church books and legends!

For ordinary people living in Pirate Paradise, it is not too rare to witness supernatural power. In this regard, their knowledge is obviously higher than that of the people in the colonies west of Olavi and the mainland of the kingdom. However, as a big bar The boss and the guards have also never seen a real demon, and even suspect that this is the Church's smearing of unofficial Beyonders.

The boss looked back with difficulty, looked at the stern-looking adventurer in tattered clothes, and said, "Yes, they, they should have a way to confirm that this is Gilchies.

"Is it Kirchies?"

Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and silently nodded.

The boss thought about it for two seconds, then squeezed out a fearful smile and said, "But you can't get all of it. You know, it takes some money, about 30% of the cost, otherwise you have to wait for a long time. 9,500 pounds is not a small amount. The amount, for the port of Tuscany, takes at least a week. This, this is because there are often pirates here, and there are often adventurers who offer rewards, so there is always a lot of money, in Oravi Island, in other places , maybe two weeks, or even a month."

9,500 pounds is indeed not a small amount. Klein clearly remembered that when he was in Tingen City, the monthly budget of the Nighthawks team was only 1,000 pounds, which was shared by the church and the police department.

He thought for a while and said to the bar owner, "Do you know me?"

"I know." The boss nodded hastily.

Klein glanced at everyone and continued to ask, "Can you find out where I live?"

"Yes, yes." The boss dared not lie.

Klein let out a "hmm" and said in a straightforward tone, "By noon tomorrow, send a bounty of 6,000 pounds."

6000 pounds? This is less than 70%, more than 600 pounds less... The boss was stunned for a moment, he did not expect that the crazy adventurer would take the initiative to lower the price.

"Can it be done?" Klein asked again.

The extra 650 pounds is his compensation for the bar. After all, the situation here is quite miserable. However, this kind of words cannot be said by the crazy adventurer himself. Give the money to someone else.

After serious consideration, the boss replied: "Yes!"

Even if the official process is indeed not that fast, he doesn't worry about anything, because he plans to borrow part of the money first, together with his own savings, to cover the bounty Gehrman Sparrow needs.

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