Since he had learned more about that "Life Gamble" in the past, Shade actively began investigating it.
The method of investigation was naturally to ask others to gather information for him. There was no helping it; Shade had no direct intelligence channels. Unless the Silver Moon Library, which the librarian called "a record of all knowledge," opened its doors to him, he could only honestly seek help from others.
Early monday morning, Priest Augustus had just finished breakfast in the church dining hall and was about to take a walk around Dawn Square to settle his food when he saw Shade hurriedly jump down from a carriage.
"Oh, Detective, you're here so early. You're not here to listen to a sermon, are you?"
The priest was in a good mood. Standing at the church entrance in his robes, he even joked with Shade. He invited Shade inside to talk, and as they walked through the corridor, Shade quietly handed him the holy emblem Mister Riddell had drawn. He was somewhat worried that passing around an Old God's holy emblem in a true god's church might count as blasphemy.
"Priest, I'd like to ask you to help me identify the Old God corresponding to this holy emblem."
"A holy emblem?"
Priest Augustus lowered his head to examine the strange lines. The sense of disorder and faint discomfort confirmed that it was not a casual doodle.
"This is... oh, it's this one!"
"Priest, you recognize it?"
"Of course. This belongs to the departed Old God, the Raucous Black Hunter, also known as the God of Gambling. In fact, even today, this god still has scattered Believers. Though the cult disappeared long ago, gamblers still pass down Its stories by word of mouth. Its statues and holy emblems can occasionally be found in