Darkwill lay there, momentarily forgetting to stand up, his mind seemingly blank.
Since he reached adulthood, he had rarely tripped over himself like this. This was especially true after he took the Potion, which enhanced his physical abilities in various aspects. So, it was completely incomprehensible that he had inexplicably fallen down today.
Did I just step on something? Darkwill snapped back to reality, pushed himself up with his hands, and stood up, pretending that he wasn't the one who had just fallen.
He looked left and right but couldn't find anything strange on the ground. Filled with doubt, he took a few steps forward and picked up the milky-white die.
Just then, a patrolling police officer seemed to notice the unusual situation. He picked up a short baton, put his hand on a revolver, and jogged over.
Seeing this, the overweight Apothecary Darkwill suddenly felt worried, wondering if he had stepped into a trap.
"They arrested the Old Man but never came looking for me. Were they secretly monitoring me, waiting for me to discover clues?"
"Now that I have this strange die, they're eager to come out?"
"The official Beyonder have come to arrest me?"
Darkwill's instinctive reaction was to turn and run, but the fall had been quite hard, and his knee was sore that he could only walk in small steps for a while.
As the patrolling police officers drew closer, and he tried to run but couldn't, Darkwill's mind flashed back to the underground prison, the environment always lit by candlelight, and the Beyonder locked nearby, breathing heavily in the dim light like Monster...
"What happened?" the patrolling officer asked cautiously from a distance, his hand on his pistol.
A sudden, overwhelming fear surged within Darkwill. His wrist trembled, and the milky-white die he had just picked up fell to the ground, rolling several times.
This time, the red six o'clock is facing upwards.
Facing the officers' scrutiny, Darkwill answered in a trembling voice:
I slipped on that damn banana peel and tripped.
As soon as he finished speaking, his heart sank, because there were no banana peels on the ground.
Damn it, I was too nervous. I should have just said I tripped over myself... Darkwill thought with annoyance.
He decided to summon the owl perched on the opposite rooftop to prepare for his final struggle.
The patrolling officer glanced at it and chuckled:
"Don't forget to watch your step when you walk. I thought you were being robbed."
He released his grip on the revolver, picked up the short stick, and walked back.
"..." Darkwill stared blankly at the officer's retreating figure, not understanding how the officer could so easily believe his utterly Error story.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the milky-white die lying quietly on the ground, his brows gradually furrowing.
I'm not a pure-blooded Loen, so I don't need to curry favor with these officers... Could it be working? Whether it was my strange fall or my bizarre persuasion of the officers, it was all due to its influence? Is it that important Sealed Artifact that the teacher kept? Darkwill quickly made the connection, cautiously moving forward, picking up the die again, and stuffing it back into the tiny ring box. Inside, the die had no room to spin.
Darkwill winked at his owl, picked up the copy of the News he had bought earlier, flagged down a horse-drawn carriage, and limped onto it. His destination was the Red Theater.
As the vehicle drove smoothly, because night had fallen and the gas streetlights on both sides were far apart, only a small amount of light could shine in. He didn't rush to examine the ring box and the dice inside, and patiently waited until he got home.
Entering the herbal shop and going up to the second-floor living quarters, he turned on the gas wall lamp, chased the silly bird out of the room, and sat down at the desk, repeatedly examining the ring box and the milky-white dice.
Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper folded to the size of half a finger joint from a hidden compartment at the bottom of the ring box.
Darkwill took a silent breath, quickly unfolded the paper, and found three passages written in Ancient Feysac:
"If I do not appear three days after the agreed time, I must have been betrayed and arrested. Therefore, do not rashly seek help from other members of the school, because I cannot confirm who did it, and this will put you in great danger."
"There's only one thing you need to do, and that is to take that die to the Oravi Island and give it to the bell ringer, Carnot, in the port city. My teacher, 'Councilor' Ricciardo, is hiding there, and he'll handle the rest."
"Don't worry about me revealing this secret. Once I finish writing this letter, all related memories will be completely erased, and I won't even remember you as my Apprentice anymore, until I'm rescued. Remember, try not to use that die. It has a certain living quality; the more you use it, the easier it is to awaken and spin itself when you're not paying attention, even if there's no space. When it settles on '1,' believe me, you'll suffer more than if you died outright, because you'll fail at almost everything you do, including your favorite bedroom activities."
Sure enough, this die is dangerous... Darkwill exclaimed subconsciously, then realized he had done something foolish out of kindness.
To rescue his teacher, King Roy, he overcame his cowardice, stayed in Bayam, and sent messages for help to any members of the School of Life he knew.
Based on the contents of the letter, this means he is very likely being targeted by the person who betrayed King Roy!
"Why didn't you say so sooner? No, why didn't I think of buying this die sooner!" Darkwill raised his hands and grabbed at his hair on both sides.
He dared not linger there any longer and decided to move to another place that night. He also decided to buy a ticket for a black ship that night and head to Oravi Island, an island on the Rorsted Archipelago - Toscarter route, early the next morning.
"My talismans, my pistol, my bullets..." Darkwill busied himself counting the items that could provide him with a sense of security, worrying about his lack of sufficient combat power.
He quickly had an idea, paced back and forth, and muttered:
"I need to hire a bodyguard, hire a bodyguard..."
Who should I hire? How much should I pay? As Darkwill pondered this, his gaze swept over the copy of the News he had brought back.
Suddenly, he thought of a perfect bodyguard candidate:
Gehrman Sparrow!
A powerful adventurer capable of hunting down a 5400-pound pirate!
If he's willing to take on this mission, as long as the "senator" doesn't interfere, I should be able to reach Oravi Island smoothly... How can I find him? Right! Post notices in the various bars where adventurers frequent! Darkwill nodded almost imperceptibly, stuffed the few items back into the suitcase he had packed earlier, and, with the chubby owl by his side, left the herbalist shop once again with a heavy heart.
Outside the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port belonging to Loen, the Black Death stood unconcerned, surrounded by three other ships.
Having just taken a hot bath, " Vice Admiral Ailment " Tracy wore a loose men's shirt and gave her wounds, which had mostly healed, the final treatment.
For a Witch, things like acne scars and blemishes don't exist.
At that moment, the blonde maid knocked on the door and, after receiving permission, entered the captain's cabin.
She glanced at Tracy, her face flushed, and then looked away.
"Captain, a telegram has been sent from Bayam to this port."
" Mithor, uh, the third mate has been killed."
Tracy stopped what she was doing, her expression turned serious, and she asked hesitantly:
Do you know who did it?
She sent the " Sweet-Talker " Mithor to Bayam to investigate the attack, partly to punish his dereliction of duty and partly to spread rumors of her own serious injury to lure malicious people into attacking again, without expecting Mithor to make any breakthroughs in a short period of time.
After the Demigod, whom the " Demoness of Unaging " called the " Death Consul," came to "visit," she deliberately concealed the matter and did not promptly inform Mithor, allowing the punishment to continue. She thought it would be good if the other party could find out something, but it wouldn't be too disappointing if he didn't.
She didn't care whether Mithor would be in danger; it was part of the punishment itself.
To her surprise, Mithor was killed so quickly!
The blonde maid handed over the telegram, saying:
"An adventurer named Gehrman Sparrow, it can be confirmed that he used an extraordinary ability similar to ' Dragon Might's Might'."
" Gehrman Sparrow... ' Dragon Might '... Heh, Qilangos also knows ' Dragon Might,' he must have used ' Creeping Hunger ' to Grazing a ' Psychiatrist ' or ' Hypnotist.'" Tracy took the telegram, chuckled twice, and muttered to herself.
She was fairly certain that Gehrman Sparrow was the enemy who had attacked her disguised as Elaine, and that he was using the same abilities of the " Faceless " that Qilangos Grazing.
"' Creeping Hunger ' emanates from him, and behind him is an ancient Demigod whom his mother called ' Death Consul '... Does this mean that Qilangos was killed by that ' Death Consul '?" Tracy murmured to herself, waving her hand to dismiss the blonde maid.
After the captain's cabin door closed again, she chuckled softly and said:
"If I leak this information, the organization that ordered Qilangos to assassinate Duke Negan will definitely be very interested."
For a brief moment, she did have that impulse, but reason stopped her.
Because this means directly offending that " Death Consul "!
If the person was clearly only recognized once, the suspect who leaked the information could immediately pinpoint her location.
At that time, unless I hide back with my mother, I will always be shrouded in the shadow of death... I don't need to be so afraid of other Saint. If they want to attack me, they must first find me, and there will be certain signs. It will take them quite a while to get here. I have enough opportunities to avoid danger. But, but that " Death Consul " can travel through the Spirit World Traversal. As long as he can determine my location, he can appear beside me very soon... Tracy bit her lip and thought dejectedly.
She abandoned her previous plans and decided to keep a close eye on Gehrman Sparrow's whereabouts, seizing any good opportunity that presented itself!
Meanwhile, Klein was still staying at the " Teana " Hotel, waiting for the bounty to be paid.