Oravi Medical Rescue Foundation.
The lady in charge of volunteer registration hurriedly bent down and fumbled for the pen that had fallen to the floor. At this moment, Klein also noticed that she had been reading a copy of the *News* from a few days ago—the issue with his portrait and his deeds.
Do they subscribe to newspapers from the Rorsted Archipelago here too? Considering the time it takes for ships to arrive, they really can only read news that's three or four days old... If I had known this, I would have changed my face and used a fake name before coming here... Klein stood in front of the desk, thinking helplessly.
The lady in her thirties finally picked up the pen, raised her face, and said in a trembling voice:
"Y-you... want to be a volunteer?"
"Yes." Klein gave an affirmative answer.
"B-but, you're an adventurer!" The obviously terrified lady stammered out an excuse.
Instinctively, she didn't want such an extremely dangerous person to become a volunteer.
Being famous isn't always a good thing... Well, I'll just change my face, change my clothes, change my name, and come back later... Klein had already given up in his heart, but calmly asked in return:
"Who said an adventurer can't be a volunteer?"
The lady in charge of registration looked like she was about to cry and blurted out:
"It wasn't me!"
The volunteer registration room suddenly became extremely quiet. Klein was momentarily stunned, then felt like laughing. He barely managed to maintain his image of Geleman Sparrow.
The lady calmed down a little, realizing the obvious problem with her answer, and forced a smile:
"No, I mean, no one has that rule.
"It's just that in my impression, adventurers are very busy, always going out to sea, and rarely have time for volunteer work."
"That's them." Klein replied simply.
The lady covered her mouth with her hand, then smiled again:
"Alright, I'll register you right away."
As she spoke, she pulled out a form and handed it to him:
"Please fill this out. We will provide the corresponding training and volunteer position according to your requirements.
"We will proactively contact you, or you can come and ask yourself."
She had already made up her mind not to put the form Geleman Sparrow filled out into the files, but to directly hand it over to the foundation's director, and to the police station.
O Goddess, why would such a dangerous person come to volunteer here? She quietly traced a Crimson Moon on her chest.
Klein nodded silently, took the form, sat down, picked up the pen, and quickly filled in the basic information.
During this process, a man in a doctor's white coat came in and asked:
"Juana, are there any new volunteers? We need to start the morning training."
Juana, who was in charge of registration, wanted to shake her head, but Geleman Sparrow, sitting opposite her, gave her a strong sense of urgency even without speaking or looking up, making her afraid to lie.
"There are." She first replied to the man in the white coat, then looked at Klein. "Mr. Sparrow, do you want to receive the basic volunteer training now, or wait until tomorrow?"
Klein thought for a moment and said:
"Now."
He planned to familiarize himself with it, to build up a professional background for volunteering under a different identity later, so he could quickly start helping in the hospital.
Juana took an obvious breath and said:
"Then after you finish filling out the form, go with Mr. Grala."
"Alright." Klein replied calmly.
Half an hour later, the calm and polite yet crazed adventurer Geleman Sparrow looked at the extremely filthy toilet in front of him and held his breath as he asked:
"Scrub it?"
"Yes. You just had simple training on lifting patients, but that's not what we do most often in the hospital. Our main job is to clean up the patients' vomit, change the bedding, and keep the washrooms clean and hygienic. Haha, things like bandaging wounds are for the professionals. We only need a basic understanding of them." Grala pinched his nose and pointed at the row of toilets covered in yellow and black stains. "A volunteer has already demonstrated it. You can begin."
This is different from what I imagined... Different... Klein's first reaction was to turn around and leave, but in the end, he expressionlessly picked up the cleaning tools, suppressed his strong nausea, moved closer, and crouched down.
Then, leaning back slightly, he reached out with his right hand.
At noon, Klein took off his white coat, put on his top hat, and left the Oravi Medical Rescue Foundation with a cold expression.
He felt a strong hesitation about whether to continue volunteering to find opportunities for acting.
It wasn't until he took a carriage and arrived at the Sweet Lemon Bar that he made up his mind to keep trying.
"I must become a 'Marionettist' within 1350, digest this potion, and start seeking clues about the high sequences." Klein re-emphasized his goal in his heart.
He composed himself, entered the Sweet Lemon Bar, and spent 8 pence at the counter to order a pork chop with apple juice and a piece of bread with butter.
These, along with a rye beer worth 1.5 pence, made up Klein's lunch.
He finished unhurriedly, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and said to the bartender:
"Where is your boss? I have something to discuss with him."