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The crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, is a powerful bounty hunter who's a mad man.
Compare that with the young looking man that looked like he didn't even graduate university yet, you get a headache just from the contrast in appearance and personality.
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The first time Dantiz laid his eyes on Gehrman, the first thought that came to mind was—
Is he stupid?
Now he would defend himself over and over again that no he never made fun of Gehrman, what are you talking about, but pirates who were with him would say otherwise.
To be fair, almost everyone in that bar that day thought he was stupid.
Gehrman Sparrow's appearance was that of what you'd expect of a college graduate. His looks were Leonese with a speck of foreign features. Soft and silky looking black hair, dark brown eyes with gold rimmed glasses, and a thin figure. He exuded a scholarly and elegant temperament.
In a bar filled with pirates who were tanned, rough, and didn't look as clean and elegant as him, Gehrman stuck out like a sore thumb. A thumb that was considered (at that time) a naive college student on vacation or a way out of his head guy.
Dantiz felt a bit of sympathy for him, maybe because the scholarly air reminded him a bit of his captain but he ultimately didn't do anything as he watched Gehrman get approached by a pirate. He was prepared to watch the stick figure like guy get beat.
However, no one was prepared to see the nerdy looking guy knock the pirate who was way bigger than him to the point where he was unconscious and turn around to ask for a glass of beer like nothing even happened.
Looking back on it, Dantiz cursed in head.
That guy fooled me with his face! He gritted his teeth as he watched Gehrman talk to the hotel receptionist and thought back at what things were said that day.
Naive college student my ass!
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"You're…Gehrman Sparrow?" Edwina asked with a light furrow between her eyebrows.
She had a different vision of what the adventurer looked like. From Danitz's descriptions and ramblings about him, she had expected him to be a man with a stern face and cold temperament.
The man in front of her was not that.
Gehrman, unlike her imagination, had a gentle and bookish temperament with a soft and delicate face as if he was still a college student.
He nodded and smiled politely, everyone near them looked like they just had a whiplash.
Edwina can just hear her crewmates whisper and talk about how he looked from a mile away.
"That's Gehrman Sparrow? You got turned into a maid by a guy like that?" Jodeson exclaimed, looking back and forth from Gehrman and Danitz. "He's shorter than you."
Danitz's face burned. So what if Gehrman's appearance wasn't stern, menacing, and even shorter than him? That doesn't remove the fact that he's still the same person that killed multiple people just for their bounties!
"You try going up against him, why don't ya!?"
One of his crewmates, Burdy shook his head. "Still, from what you said I expect him to be more…"
"Stern?" Someone piqued.
"Older?" Another one.
"Taller?"
"Menacing?"
"All of the above." Burdy said.
Danitz almost cried, why were they all like this? Don't underestimate him and think he's normal just by his appearance! Danitz made that mistake before and look at him now!
"He's a bit scrawny too."
At the corner of his eye, he sees Gehrman staring at them with an expressionless face.
Danitz fully expects that all of his friends would be dead the next morning and handed in their corpses for bounty by Gehrman.
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Upon meeting Gehrman, Anderson immediately took in the fact that someone as mad as Gehrman looked as if he was a kind history professor even though he never smiled unless it was killing someone for a bounty.
"You think that if you turn youself in, they wouldn't accept you?" Anderson asked in between playing his harmonica, "They'd probably expected someone cold with mean eyes but instead they got you. Maybe they'll have the impression that the adventure made a poor student play as him to avoid them."
He sees Gehrman's left eye twitch at his remark. Anderson smiled as Danitz inched away from him, as if Gehrman would suddenly jump him.
"I mean you look like you're some history teacher, you have that nerdish air to you." Anderson continued, his grin getting wider the more he rambles, "You're pretty short too, huh."
He wasn't really, Gehrman's height was average but Danitz's height made him seem short.
"And-"
He sees Gehrman reach into his windbreaker and automatically shut his mouth.
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"Uh, not to offend or anything but is this really the crazy adventurer?"
The red gloves team nodded along with Cindy who asked the question. All of them looked at Leonard Mitchell with questioning eyes.
Leonard had an urge to put his feet up on the desk suddenly, he had been asked this question before and honestly, he was getting pretty tired of it.
"Yes, that is Gehrman Sparrow," He answered, holding up a bounty poster of Kl-no- Gehrman's face.
To be honest, he was a bit puzzled on why Klein had chosen a face like that for Gehrman.
"Is that his real face?" One of the red gloves, Bob murmured.
"No way, can't he change his face?" Cindy asked, "He must've used that to trick people to lower their guards and attack."
The red gloves nodded before Bob retorted back.
"But why would a crazy adventurer care about that? The rumours said he was a bit of a hot head you know? In the way he never cares and attacks whoever pisses him off randomly."
Soon the meeting room was bursting with energy. The red gloves, the elite beyonder group of the Evernight Goddess's church, was now arguing about a crazy adventurer's face while Leonard tried his hardest to control his laughter (though his shaking shoulders didn't help much).
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"My teammates had an argument that escalated into almost everyone joining in."
Klein hummed, "Seems a bit overkill. What were they arguing about?"
"You." Leonard answered instantly.
"Eh?"
"They were arguing about your face. They didn't expect someone of your reputation to look like a scholar."
In hindsight, he should have known the answer. People always did get shocked at how Gehrman Sparrow looked that made Klein question if it would have been easier if he had gone with a more cold look.
"I have to ask though, why choose a face like that?"
"What do you mean?" Klein put down a card, frowning. He was never that good at cards but how in the world was Leonard winning? Isn't he supposed to be the one that wields good luck?
Leonard didn't take mind to Klein's inner turmoil on how he's losing, "For Gehrman Sparrow, wouldn't it have been better if it was someone…"
"Taller?"
He snapped his fingers at him, and nodded vigorously.
"Exactly!" Leonard exclaimed, "Maybe a sharper face, more menacing, cold, etc. So why didn't you do it?"
Klein paused, thinking. He didn't know how to say to his dear poet that he just didn't really think ahead too much of how Gehrman's appearance would be perceived. It was different enough that no one would expect that he and Klein Moretti are the same person. Even more so when he decided that more elements of Zhou Mingrui's face should be added that he ended up looking like a very whitewashed version of himself.
"I…I figured that if I had an apperance contrasted with the personality Gehrman had, I would digest my potion faster." He said, absolutely bullshiting.
Leonard stared at Klein for a moment, before just nodding.
Why do I feel like he doesn't believe me…