1. Find Jack.
2. Visit Sera at night.
3. Tail the old gambler.
4. Investigate Salazar.
5. Have a talk with the blue-eyed middle-aged man.
6. Examine Barbosa's corpse.
7. Inspect the goods in the cargo hold.
8. Ignore him and eat.
Sno looked at the eight-sided die showing an 8 on the base of the dice tower, his feelings complicated. He even wondered whether he had unknowingly acquired some legendary DND feat. Otherwise, why did he always roll the final number?
But since it was the dice maiden's decision, Sno had no intention of defying it. After tossing a coin, he headed to the first-class dining room and began his dinner.
Compared to the lunch he had eaten in the ordinary restaurant yesterday, the first-class fare truly lived up to the ticket price. Although it was far from Sno's usual food expenses, it still counted as a feast that a modestly well-off family could only afford once a week.
Worth mentioning was that very few people were dining at the moment. Of the twenty tables, only three were occupied, and none of the diners seemed in the mood for small talk. They silently devoured the food before them.
Seeing there was no gossip to listen to, Sno did not force the issue. He clasped his hands, lowered his eyes, and murmured:
"Thank the Fool for granting me this dinner."
Feeling a stir of spirituality, Sno guiltily stroked Heavenly Punishment hidden beneath his shirt's high collar. He was certain that even if the True Creator cast his gaze over, he would only see Sno praying to him. But, well, he had once regarded the other party as nothing more than an evil god, so exploiting him had felt natural. Now, however, he was more or less a genuine Blessed,