After thinking for a while, Klein, who had no answer and no premonition of danger, put away the slender blood crystal. Then he bent down and examined Gilshire, who had lost half his head and become demonized.
"I don't know if I can still get the bounty like this, how much I can get… I don't know who the military contact is here. Send a telegram to Urs Kent? With the round trip, plus his remote operation time, it'll definitely not be done in three or four days. I have to leave tomorrow… And, there's also the cut for the middleman." He muttered a few words, walked to the side, picked up the half-silk top hat with obvious scorch marks, and put it on his head.
Then, he dragged the heavy and huge demon corpse, step by step, to the door, and reached out to pull it open.
There was a gust of wind, and the silence inside the room instantly disappeared.
Klein snapped his fingers to turn off the "Spirit Body Threads" and continued dragging the hideous demon corpse, crossing the corridor, along the stairs, down to the first floor.
At this time, there were only a few people left in the bar. Tables were overturned, chairs toppled, debris everywhere, a complete mess.
Klein entered the hall through the badly damaged stairwell, looked around, and found the boss huddled behind the bar with a worried expression—the bodyguards he had hired were few, scattered around.
Tap, tap, tap… Klein walked over step by step, and the demon corpse behind him knocked over many tables and chairs.
"What, what do you want to do?" The boss stepped back and asked loudly.
His bodyguards timidly gathered around, their eyes shifting, their bodies leaning in various directions, as if they would immediately sprint away if something went wrong.
Klein stopped and threw Gilshire's corpse forward.
Then, he said hoarsely:
"Can you collect the bounty for me?"
The boss was stunned for a second, his eyes instinctively moving down to clearly see the huge demon corpse still wrapped in some blue flames.
He and his bodyguards simultaneously gasped, feeling as if they were not in the real world.
This was actually a real demon!
Apart from not having curved goat horns, it was exactly the same as the demons described in church records and legends!
For ordinary people living in the pirate paradise, witnessing supernatural forces wasn't too rare. In this regard, their knowledge was significantly higher than that of the people in the colonies west of Olav and the mainland kingdoms. However, as the owner of a large bar and his guards, they had also never seen a real demon, and even suspected that the church was smearing unofficial Beyonders.
The boss struggled to take his eyes off and looked at the adventurer in ragged clothes with a cold expression and said:
"It can be done. They, they should have a way to confirm this is Gilshire."
"This is Gilshire, right?"
Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and silently nodded.
The boss considered for two seconds, then squeezed out a fearful smile and said:
"But we can't get the full amount. You know, this requires some, fees, about 30%, otherwise you'll have to wait a long time. 9,500 pounds is not a small amount. For Toskat Port, it'll take at least a week. This, this is because pirates often appear here, and adventurers often come to claim bounties, so they keep a considerable amount of funds. On Olav Island, in other places, it might take two weeks, or even a month."
9,500 pounds was indeed not a small amount. Klein clearly remembered that when he was in Tingen City, the Nighthawks squad's monthly budget was only around 1,000 pounds, and it was shared by the church and the police department.
He thought for a moment and said to the bar owner:
"Do you know me?"
"Yes." The owner nodded quickly.
Klein glanced at everyone and continued to ask:
"Can you find out where I live?"
"Yes, yes." The owner didn't dare lie.
Klein said "Mm" and said in a flat tone:
"Send 6,000 pounds of bounty before tomorrow noon."
6,000 pounds? That's less than 70%, more than 600 pounds less… The owner was stunned for a moment, not expecting the crazy adventurer to actively lower the price.
"Can you do it?" Klein asked again.
The extra 650 pounds was his compensation for the bar, after all, the situation here was quite terrible. However, such words couldn't be said by the crazy adventurer himself. He believed the bar owner was not a philanthropist and certainly wouldn't hand over the excess money to others.
The owner thought seriously and replied:
"Yes!"
Even if the official process really wasn't that fast, he wasn't worried, because he planned to borrow some money first, along with his own savings, to advance the bounty Gehrman Sparrow needed.
A business that could make several hundred pounds at once doesn't come often; he absolutely couldn't miss it!
Klein nodded, said no more, turned around, and walked towards the bar door.
Near the door, he took out a few bright copper coins from his pocket and threw them onto a small round table that hadn't fallen.
Clinking and clanking, the coins rolled to a stop, totaling 8 pence.
During this action, Klein, dressed in a black formal suit, didn't pause or slow down, and his back soon disappeared at the door.
"What, what does he mean?" The boss asked, both surprised and confused.
Most of the bodyguards shook their heads with the same expression, indicating they didn't know what Gehrman Sparrow intended by throwing the coins either.
The only bodyguard who had been guarding the door frowned, thought for a moment, and said uncertainly: