After more than ten minutes, Klein, who had played a round at every single casino in the Oravi Island port, returned to the stone bridge with a blank and dazed expression, approaching the bridge arch.
He had yet to speak when Cyril, who was still lingering nearby, suddenly smiled. "Congratulations, you very successfully lost thirty pounds."
His facial expression stiffened for half a second before Klein cast a resentful look at him. "How do you know? Was that your doing with the Die of Probability?"
Cyril chuckled and shook his head. "If I had used the Die of Probability, you wouldn't have lost thirty pounds, but three hundred or three thousand."
Silently falling silent for two seconds, he asked again, "Do you know what's going on?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Cyril spread his hands. "None of you seemed to have asked me..."
Klein beside the stone bridge and Ricciardo beneath the bridge arch maintained a prolonged silence, until an owl influenced by misfortune tumbled down from a tree branch.
"Cough, cough..." Beneath the bridge arch, Ricciardo coughed a few times, his tone lacking its previous calmness. "I am very sorry, some unexpected circumstances arose..."
"Ahem, to be honest, I'm quite curious about what caused the luck I attached to completely fail. This isn't a very normal situation."
"It's a pity my condition hasn't truly improved yet, so I cannot come out to face you directly for the time being. Otherwise, I should be able to see some things that Beyonders of other pathways struggle to see."
And then you would be heavily injured once more for seeing what shouldn't be seen, perhaps ending up even worse off than now... Muttering that inwardly, he switched topics. "When you're ready to begin advancing to Soothsayer, write and tell me."
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