Clatter!
The milky-white die fell onto the tabletop with a crisp sound, spinning continuously.
After several turns, it came to a stop with the four facing up.
"Not even a six? One-star review."
Cyril muttered softly as he looked at the Die of Probability, which had stopped spinning on the table.
Before his words had even faded, the milky-white die seemed to be gently nudged by an invisible hand and flipped over once more.
This time, the three was facing up!
That worked too? It had quite the personality.
Its level of activation was that high?
As his thoughts stirred, his spirituality was suddenly touched. He reached out and grabbed the die, and his figure instantly vanished from the room.
Boom!
A silvery bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, striking the window before the desk.
With a crash, the glass set into the frame shattered into countless fragments. The desk was charred black by the lightning strike and burst into flames.
On the street outside the inn, Cyril looked at the place that had just been struck by lightning, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
Immediately afterward, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Randolph Carter? You're still in Bayam?"
Cyril turned halfway around and saw a middle-aged man in a dark red heavy coat, loose white trousers, and a tricorn hat standing not far away.
It was the captain of the White Agate, just Elland!
Beside Elland stood a young man in military uniform, with rigid and solemn features and an imposing air even without anger.
Cyril's gaze swept over the young officer, and he sensed obvious hostility from him.
He merely gave him a glance before withdrawing his gaze. This officer's Sequence was not high, and he possessed no powerful mystical items. He posed