Darkwill lay there, momentarily forgetting to stand up as his mind went blank.
Ever since he had matured, he had never encountered such an incident where he tripped over himself. This was even more so after he had consumed the magic potion and his body had been strengthened to a certain extent. But today, he had fallen for no reason. It was simply inexplicable.
Did I step on something just now? Darkwill jolted to his senses as he propped himself up with his palm and stood up, pretending that he wasn't the one who had fallen.
He looked left and right but did not find anything strange on the ground. With a heart full of doubts, he took a few steps forward with difficulty and picked up the milky white die.
At this moment, a patrolling police officer seemed to have noticed the abnormality here. He held his baton and pressed his hand on his revolver as he jogged over.
Upon seeing this scene, Darkwill suddenly felt worried, suspecting if he had stepped into a trap.
"They caught the old man, but they didn't come looking for me. In fact, they were secretly monitoring me, waiting for me to find clues?
"Now that I have this strange die, they are so eager to come out?
The official Beyonders are here to capture me?
Darkwill's instinctive reaction was to turn around and run, but the fall from before was rather heavy. His knees hurt, and he could only take small steps.
Seeing the patrolling police officers approach, he couldn't run even if he wanted to. Darkwill's mind immediately surfaced the image of the underground prison, the environment that was forever lit by candlelight, and the Beyonders who were imprisoned in the darkness, panting like monsters …
"What happened?" The patrolling police officer held his pistol and asked cautiously from a certain distance.
Darkwill suddenly felt an irrepressible sense of horror. With a flick of his wrist, the milky-white die he had just picked up fell to the ground and tumbled a few times.
This time, there were six red dots pointing up.
Faced with the policeman's scrutiny, Darkwill replied with a trembling voice, "That's right.
"I stepped on a damn banana peel and fell."
As soon as he said that, his heart skipped a beat because there was no banana peel on the ground.
Damn it, I was too nervous. I might as well say that I tripped myself … Darkwill thought in frustration.
He decided to summon the owl perched on the opposite roof to prepare for its final struggle.
The patrolling police officer glanced at him and chuckled.
"Don't forget to look at your feet when you walk. I thought you were robbed."
He loosened his grip on the revolver and walked back with the club in hand.
"…" Darkwill watched in a daze as the policeman's back grew further and further away. He didn't understand why the policeman would so easily believe his words that were filled with mistakes.
He retracted his gaze and looked at the milky-white die lying quietly on the ground. His brows gradually furrowed.
I'm not a pure Rouen citizen. These police officers don't need to please me … Could it be that it's working? Whether it was my strange fall or the strange persuasion of the police officers, it was all because of it? It's the important Sealed Artifact that Teacher is safekeeping? Darkwill quickly made the connection as he carefully proceeded forward. He picked up the die again and stuffed it back into the tiny ring box. Inside, the die didn't have any room to spin.
Signaling his owl with his eyes, Darkwill picked up the News Bulletin he had previously bought, stopped a rental carriage, and limped onto it. His destination was the Red Theater.
As the carriage drove steadily, the light from the gas lamps on both sides of the street only shone in a little because night had already fallen. He wasn't in a rush to study the ring box and the die inside. He patiently waited until he reached home.
After entering the herb store and heading up to the residential area on the second floor, he lit the gas wall lamp and chased Silly Bird out of the room. He sat in front of his desk and repeatedly checked the ring box and the milky-white die.
Finally, he took out a piece of paper that was folded to the size of half a knuckle from the ring box's bottom compartment.
Darkwill silently drew a breath and quickly unfolded the piece of paper. He discovered that there were indeed three paragraphs of text written in ancient Feysac:
"If I don't appear three days from the appointed time, it means that I've been betrayed and arrested. Therefore, don't rashly seek help from the other members of the Guild. This is because I'm unable to determine who did it. This will bring you great danger.
"There's only one thing you need to do, and that's to bring that die to Oravi Island and hand it to the port city's bellringer, Carnot. My teacher, Councilor Ricciardo, is hiding there. He'll handle the rest.
"Don't worry that I'll divulge this secret. After I finish writing this letter, all the relevant memories will completely vanish. I won't even remember you as an Apprentice until I'm rescued. Remember, try not to use that die. It has a certain living characteristic. The more you use it, the easier it is for it to awaken. It will spin itself when you aren't paying attention, even if there's no space. When it's fixed at '1,' please believe me. You will suffer more pain than death. This is because you will fail in nearly everything you do, including your favorite activities in bed. "
Indeed, this die is very dangerous … Darkwill subconsciously sighed before realizing that he had done something foolish out of good intentions.
In order to rescue his teacher, Roy King, he had overcome his cowardice and stayed in Bayam. He had also sent a request for help to the members of the Life School of Thought who knew of him.
And according to the contents of the letter, this meant that he might very well be targeted by the person who betrayed Roy King!
Why didn't you say so earlier? No, why didn't I think of buying this die earlier!? Darkwill raised his hands and tugged at his hair.
He didn't dare stay here any longer. He decided to move his residence that night and buy an illegal ticket. He planned on heading to Oravi Island the next morning. It was an island on the Rorsted Archipelago — Toscarter Island route.
My charms, my pistol, my bullets … Darkwill busily counted the items that could provide him with a sense of security, worrying over his lack of combat strength.
He quickly had an idea as he paced back and forth, mumbling, "I need to hire a bodyguard.
"I need to hire a bodyguard, hire a bodyguard …"
Who should I hire? How much will it cost? As Darkwill pondered, he swept his gaze across the copy of News Bulletin he had brought back.
Suddenly, he thought of an excellent bodyguard.
German Sparrow!
A powerful adventurer who can hunt a pirate worth 5,400 pounds!
If he's willing to take on this mission, I should be able to successfully reach Oravi Island as long as a Councilor doesn't take action … How do I find him? Right! I have to post notices in the bars where adventurers often hang out! Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed a small number of items back into the suitcase he had previously packed. With the plump owl, he left the herb store once again with his heart aching.
…
Outside the Rorsted Archipelago, in a tiny harbor belonging to Rouen, the Black Death was parked there without any qualms. It was surrounded by three ships.
Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, was wearing a loose man's shirt. She was doing the final treatment for her wounds that had basically healed.
To a Demoness, things like acne marks and scars didn't exist.
At this moment, the blond attendant knocked on the door and walked into the captain's cabin after receiving permission.
She glanced at Tracy and looked away with a blushing face.
"Captain, there's a telegram from Bayam that was sent to this harbor.
"Misol, uh, the third mate has been killed."
Tracy stopped and her expression turned solemn as she hesitantly asked, "What's wrong?
She hesitantly asked, "Do you know who did it?"
She had sent Wormtongue Misol to Bayam to investigate the assault. Firstly, it was to punish him for his dereliction of duty, and secondly, it was to announce that she was heavily injured, luring people with ill intentions to attack again. She didn't expect Misol to make any breakthroughs in a short period of time.
When the demigod that the Demoness of Unaging called the Death Consul came to pay a "visit," she had deliberately concealed the matter and didn't quickly inform Misol. She allowed the punishment to continue, believing that it would be good if he could figure out anything. It wouldn't be too disappointing even if he didn't.
As for whether Misol would encounter danger, she didn't care. It was a part of the punishment.
But she never expected that Misol would be killed so quickly!
The blond attendant handed over the telegram and said, "An adventurer named German Sparrow.
"An adventurer named German Sparrow. What can be confirmed is that he used a Beyonder power that's similar to Dragon's Might."
"German Sparrow … Dragon's Might … Heh heh, Zillinges also knows Dragon's Might. He likely used Creeping Hunger to Graze a Psychiatrist or Hypnotist." Tracy took the telegram and sneered as she muttered to herself.
She could preliminarily confirm that German Sparrow had disguised himself as Elaine to attack her. Furthermore, he had used the powers of the Faceless that Zillinges Grazed.
Creeping Hunger is on him, and behind him is an ancient demigod that Mother calls the Death Consul … Does this mean that Zillinges was killed by that Death Consul? Tracy muttered silently as she waved her hand to dismiss the blonde maidservant.
When the door to the captain's cabin closed once again, she chuckled and said,
"If I were to divulge this information, the organization that instigated Zillinges to assassinate the Duke Of Negan will definitely be very interested."
For a brief moment, she really had the urge to do so, but her rationality stopped her.
This was because it meant directly offending the Death Consul!
And in a situation where he had only been recognized once, the suspect who leaked the information could immediately be pinpointed to her.
When the time comes, unless I hide by Mother's side, I'll always be shrouded in the shadow of death … I don't need to be that afraid of other saints. If they want to attack me, they have to first find me. Furthermore, there will be a certain level of warning, so it will take quite some time for them to arrive. I have plenty of opportunities to avoid danger, but … but that Death Consul can use the spirit world to traverse. As long as he can determine my location, he will quickly appear beside me … Tracy bit her lip as she thought in frustration.
She gave up on her previous plans and decided to only pay attention to German Sparrow's whereabouts. Once a good opportunity appeared, she wouldn't let it go!
And at this moment, Klein was still staying in the Teana Hotel, waiting for the bounty to arrive.
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