After a brief pause, seeing that Mr. Fool at the head of the table remained silent, Anderson continued:
"Fate is a mysterious domain that very few have any contact with. I think by the time the Archbishops of the Church of Knowledge find a solution to my misfortune, I'll have already died an unlucky death while serving as their research material."
"This isn't excessive worry on my part. I simply have a clear understanding of how unlucky I am."
He doesn't want to, rather than being unable to. In other words, this fellow at least knows and can contact a demigod Archbishop of the Church of Knowledge who would be willing to help him?
The Archbishops of the Church of Knowledge should all be willing to help him with something as rare as being plagued by misfortune. More accurately, they'd be willing to study him. This subject would be enough for several newspaper articles, or even a book.
Still, this fellow has deep ties to the Church of Knowledge. They just aren't out in the open like Admiral of Iceberg's.
He's a little like Mr. Hanged Man, who was planted among the pirates by the Church of Storms.
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Klein bent a finger and lightly tapped the edge of the table, saying leisurely:
"Perform a ritual after leaving this place."
As he spoke, he directly materialized the steps of the ritual, displaying them before Anderson.
Anderson memorized them carefully, then said sincerely:
"Thank you for your selfless kindness and assistance." Having said that, he glanced around at the empty high-backed chairs on either side of the mottled long table and asked hesitantly:
"Honorable Mr. Fool, may I ask whether people come here often?"
The Fool at the head of the table replied in