The bathroom's windows were very high, preventing sunlight from entering. All it could do was barely disperse the darkness, making everything appear gloomy.
Just as Klein's right hand that held the Die of Probability approached the All-Black Eye, it suddenly trembled and threw the item to the other side of the sink.
The milky-white die rolled a few times before it finally stopped at a red 4.
With a faint smile, Klein took a step to the side and picked up the Die of Probability again.
He lowered his head and asked politely, "You don't seem willing to listen?
"Let's do it this way. Give me an answer. 6 means cooperation, and the rest means rejection."
With that said, he threw the Die of Probability up and extended his palm to catch it.
The milky-white die fell straight down and quickly rolled once, causing the bright red 6 to face up!
"Very good," Klein praised with a chuckle.
After throwing the All-Black Eye back above the gray fog, he turned to open the bathroom's door and slowly walked back to the living room.
Under Darkwill and Harry's expectant, worried, curious, and puzzled gazes, he suddenly stopped and threw the Die of Probability in his hand.
"No!"
"No!"
Darkwill and the owl cried out in unison, afraid that the outcome would be lower than 3. The latter subconsciously flew up, distancing himself from the fatty who might be struck by lightning.
Amidst the crisp sound of collision, the milky-white die kept rolling on the coffee table and was about to stop at 2.
Just as Darkwill's face turned ghastly pale, the die lazily spun again. Finally, 4 faced up.
"It will be relatively quiet for the next twelve hours." Klein calmly sat down and began enjoying his lunch that had long turned cold.
Is his method really useful? Darkwill crouched down and stared intently at the strange die on the coffee table.
After nearly a minute, he couldn't help but extend his hand and flip the die to 6.
Just as his palm left, the die moved without any wind and returned to 4.
How magical … What method did German Sparrow use? Could it be that he really pooped and soaked the die in it? Ugh … Darkwill decided to accept the outcome and stop thinking about the reason; otherwise, he suspected that he would vomit on the spot.
Looking up at the German Sparrow who was silently smearing butter, Darkwill suddenly felt that 1,000 pounds and a promise to hire a bodyguard of this level was a great deal!
He was definitely on par with any pirate admiral! If a tycoon were to encounter something like me, he wouldn't even hesitate to hire him with half his wealth … Thankfully, I only paid 300 pounds. The rest will be borne by Teacher and the rest … Darkwill felt relaxed when he thought of how he didn't need to worry about the dice rolling for twelve hours. He couldn't help but stand up and stretch his back.
He walked to the window and pushed it open. The clouds outside were sparse, and the sky was high and the sea was wide.
The boundless blue swayed gently as it reflected the resplendent sunlight. It was as though countless golden shards had been sprinkled into it. This made Darkwill feel energized as his mind seemed to open up.
Unlike Baekeland, which would only warm up at the end of February, the Rorsted Archipelago's waters had already gradually gotten rid of the low temperatures, allowing all life to flourish.
Facing the sea, with flowers blooming in the warmth of spring … After finishing his bread, Klein walked to the rear of Darkwill's side, feeling as though he was an animal that had just woken up from hibernation.
He didn't recite the poem that flashed through his mind. Firstly, it didn't match German Sparrow's persona, and secondly, it was likely to make Darkwill sigh at Rosell The Great's talent in poetry.
At night, without the die rolling, the weather changed. Strong winds blew as dark clouds gathered. A storm was imminent.
This was the most common danger at sea. Even when navigating a safe sea route that had been explored by others, they would encounter similar situations from time to time. However, it wasn't as terrifying.
Klein looked at the surging waves and the gloomy sky. He discovered that the ship seemed to be traversing a valley. On both sides were tall dark blue "cliffs" that could collapse at any moment.
The intense pressure made him, a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, clearly feel depressed. He even wanted to pray to the gods, hoping that the liner would be fine in the storm.
It's no wonder that sailors, pirates, and merchants who have lived at sea for a long time can't help but revere the Lord of Storms. They more or less believe in him … Klein sighed inwardly.
Although he didn't believe that the storm, which wasn't too severe, could bury a liner that was powered by both sails and steam, he was still cautious. He prayed to his alternate identity, Sea God Cavituis, in a low voice.
What he was afraid of was that the Die of Probability would suddenly explode in a storm, giving him a 1, causing the ship to sink to the bottom of the sea. Therefore, he decided to take precautions. Klein did believe in Snake of Fate Will Auceptin's judgment. He believed that the Die of Probability would remain silent for about 12 hours after being intimidated for the first time, but that was under the circumstances without any additional conditions. He believed that a Sealed Artifact with living characteristics should be treated as a person and not an embodiment of the rules. He had to be wary of the other party taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
Glancing at Darkwill and the owl who were feeling uneasy due to the storm, Klein calmly said, "That's right.
"I'll take a break.
"Continue staring at the die. Take turns. Don't relax."
"Alright." After watching German Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Darkwill walked to the coffee table and sat down. As he stared at the die, he said to Harry, "What are your thoughts now?"
Harry flew in a circle and muttered:
"Why am I not a petrel?"
In the master bedroom, Klein went above the gray fog and beckoned for the Sea God Scepter to fly out from the junk pile.
He held the scepter with a blue gem embedded at the top and quickly responded to his prayer.
Klein didn't expend too much of his spirituality to directly calm the storm. Firstly, this was because he wasn't far from the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago. Such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon would easily attract the attention of Sea King Jaan Kottman, who was in the same domain as him, or the Storm Priest on the ship. Secondly, he had to conserve his strength to guard against the Die of Probability.
What he did was very simple. He added layer after layer of Beyonder effects to the ship, allowing it to sail steadily in the storm without capsizing.
For Sequence 5 and 6 Beyonders below the demigod level, to do such a thing to a liner that could carry hundreds of people, they needed to make extensive preparations in advance. They had to set up an abnormally complicated ritual, and they had to expend almost all of their energy to complete it. However, for a Sea God in this domain, everything was easy and simple.
A demigod indeed has a "god" side … Klein sighed and threw the scepter back into the junk pile before silently disappearing above the gray fog.
In the time that followed, the ship rose and fell, high and low, like a fallen leaf in the wind, but no matter how terrifying and "majestic" the dark blue waves around it were, there were no problems, and it steadily came to the end of the storm.
…
Thursday morning, Baekeland, Williams Street.
Fors Wall arrived in a carriage once again.
She didn't sit in a coffee shop again. Instead, she walked slowly along the street, sizing up the passersby and the surrounding buildings. From time to time, she would record people with special characteristics as material for her research.
There are really a lot of foreigners here, and it's mainly people from Feysac and Intis. Heh heh, one is a barbaric and burly white bear, and the other is a colorful rooster … Fors chuckled to herself.
At that moment, she arrived in the middle of Williams Street. There was an abandoned chapel here. It was covered in withered vines, and there were gray stones scattered everywhere.
With the intention of not letting down Mr. World's reward, Fors deliberately approached to check if there were any abnormalities.
She first circled the chapel and didn't discover anything.
Following that, she entered and carefully avoided the disgusting feces and rotting matter as she quickly examined every corner.
All of a sudden, her line of sight paused, and her brows furrowed a little.
In a corner of a half-collapsed building, the ground had been dug by someone. The potholes weren't deep, and there were traces of fingers!
This can be considered an anomaly … Fors cautiously retreated and didn't do a more detailed investigation.
After walking the entire length of Williams Street, she immediately returned home and organized the anomalies she had discovered and the materials she had recorded. She used a ritual to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool, requesting that "He" hand it over to The World. Fors didn't hide anything she had seen, even if there was nothing wrong with them on the surface. This was because she knew very well that the World was the one to judge if something was abnormal, and not her, who didn't understand the situation.
…
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.
Klein directly flipped through the report submitted by Miss Magicians.
There are traces of excavation in that abandoned chapel? The previous ones have already been dealt with by Miss Sharon and me … Who else has come to dig it? A descendant of the Tudor family, Rafter Pound? He was possessed by an evil spirit and nearly died. Without any help, it's unlikely that he would take the risk again … Who could it be … Klein thought for a moment, but he couldn't lock onto a suspect. All he could do was continue reading.
Looking at the records that were written beautifully, he acutely discovered a problem.
There are quite a number of foreigners on this street, mainly people from Feysac and Intis …
It wasn't like this when I went to Williams Street previously … There's a newly opened Feysac and Intis company nearby?
Feysac, Intis …
As Klein ruminated over the names of the two countries, he suddenly thought of something!
That was the Einhorn family of the Feysac Empire and the former royal family of Intis, the Sauron family. They both controlled the Hunter pathway, which was also the Red Priest pathway. It was two of the three types of blood that the evil spirit had designated to remove the seal!
Together with the descendants of the Medici family that had been destroyed in Bansy Harbor, the three factions that controlled the Red Priest pathway were all involved!
The destruction of Bansy Harbor caused the Medici family's Beyonder characteristics to gather to the suspected Red Angel evil spirit through some miraculous connection. Thus, it attracted the Einhorn and Sauron family?
No, that's not realistic. If the Church of the Storm didn't discover the Beyonder characteristic, they would definitely notice this problem …
There's another reason? Did the evil spirit use some other method to attract the Einhorn and Sauron family? Through what method, and through whom? There are only a few people who know of the evil spirit's existence. Me, Miss Sharon, and … As his thoughts raced, Klein suddenly thought of a possibility.
That was that after Rafter Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family, had been possessed by the evil spirit once, he had unknowingly become its slave! He had secretly helped it spread the news!
And the evil spirit's request for help from me and Miss Sharon is just to numb us, making us believe that only we can save it! For this, it didn't hesitate to betray its descendants! Klein was alarmed as he felt like he had been fooled by the evil spirit.
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