The bathroom windows were high, allowing only a little sunlight to enter, barely enough to dispel the darkness, making everything seem gloomy and dull.
Just as Klein's right hand, holding the " Die of Probability," approached the " Eye of All-Black," it suddenly trembled, causing him to toss the object he was holding onto the other side of the sink.
The milky-white die rolled a few times before finally settling on a red 4 facing up.
Klein, with a barely perceptible smile, stepped to the side, picked up the " Die of Probability " again, and asked politely, bowing his head:
You seem unwilling to listen?
"So, give me an answer: 6 points means cooperation, the rest means rejection."
After saying that, he tossed the " Die of Probability " into the air and caught it with his palm.
The milky white die fell straight down, quickly rolled around once, and then the bright red 6 was facing up!
"Very good," Klein chuckled in praise.
After tossing the " Eye of All-Black " back into the Gray Fog, he turned and opened the bathroom door, then slowly walked back to the living room.
Under the expectant yet worried, curious yet puzzled gazes of the fat Apothecary Darkwill and the owl Harry, he suddenly stopped and threw out the " Die of Probability " in his hand.
"No!"
"No!"
Darkwill and the owl both screamed in terror, fearing a result of less than 3. The latter even instinctively flew away from the fat man who might be struck by lightning.
With a crisp tapping sound, the milky-white dice rolled continuously on the coffee table, about to settle on a 2.
Just as Darkwill's face turned deathly pale, the die began to spin lazily again, eventually landing a 4.
"It will be relatively quiet for the next 12 hours." Klein calmly sat down and began to enjoy his lunch, which had long since gone cold.
Did his method really work? Darkwill crouched down, staring intently at the strange dice on the coffee table.
After a few dozen seconds, he couldn't help but reach out and turn the dice over, revealing a 6.
As soon as his palm left, the dice rolled back to 4 without any wind.
That's amazing... What method did Gehrman Sparrow use? Did he really take a dump and soak the dice in it? Ugh... Darkwill decided to accept the result and stop thinking about the reason, otherwise he suspected he would throw up on the spot.
Looking up at Gehrman Sparrow, who was quietly spreading cream, Darkwill suddenly felt that 1000 pounds and a promise to hire a bodyguard of this caliber was an absolute steal!
He could absolutely be compared to any pirate general! If a rich man had encountered something like what I did, he wouldn't hesitate to pay half his fortune to him... Luckily, I only paid 300 pounds, and the rest was covered by my teachers... Darkwill felt a sense of relief at the thought of not having to worry about the dice rolling randomly for 12 hours, and couldn't help but stand up and stretch.
He walked to the window, pushed it open, and saw that the clouds outside were sparse, and the sky and sea were vast.
The boundless blue sky swayed gently, reflecting the bright and brilliant sunlight, as if countless golden fragments had been sprinkled upon it. This suddenly invigorated Darkwill, and his heart seemed to open up.
Unlike the Backlund, which won't warm up until the end of February, the waters Rorsted Archipelago have gradually recovered from the low temperatures, and everything is coming to life.
Facing the sea, with spring flowers in bloom... After finishing his bread, Klein walked to the side and behind Darkwill, feeling like an animal just awakening from hibernation.
He didn't recite the poem that had flashed through his mind, firstly because it didn't fit the character of Gehrman Sparrow, and secondly because it would likely make Darkwill marvel at Emperor Roselle's poetic talent.
As evening fell, without the dice rolling, the weather changed; strong winds swept through, dark clouds gathered, and a downpour was imminent.
This is the most common danger at sea. Even when sailing on safe routes that have been explored by predecessors, you will encounter similar situations from time to time, only they are relatively less terrifying.
Klein glanced at the surging waves and the gloomy sky, and realized that the ship seemed to be sailing through a valley, with high, deep blue "cliffs" on both sides that looked like they could collapse at any moment.
The intense sense of oppression made even this Mid-Sequence Beyonder being noticeably depressed, and he even wanted to pray to the gods, hoping that the passenger ship would be safe in this storm.
No wonder Sailor, pirates, and merchants who have lived on the sea for a long time cannot help but feel awe for the " Lord of Storms " and believe in him to some extent... Klein sighed inwardly.
Although he didn't think the relatively mild storm could bury a passenger ship powered by both sails and Steam, he still took precautions and quietly prayed to his pseudonym, " Sea God " Kavithua.
What he feared was that during the storm, the " Die of Probability " might suddenly erupt, landing a 1 and sinking the ship to the bottom of the sea. Therefore, he decided to take precautions in advance. Klein did believe in the judgment of " Snake of Fate " Will Auceptin, believing that the " Die of Probability " would be quiet for about 12 hours after its first fright, but this was under the condition that no other additional conditions were met. He believed that Sealed Artifact with living characteristics should be treated as human beings rather than embodiments of rules, and that they must be wary of the other party taking advantage of the situation.
Klein glanced at Darkwill and the owl, who seemed somewhat uneasy due to the storm, and said calmly:
I'm going to take a break.
"Keep your eyes on the dice, take turns, don't let your guard down."
"Okay." After watching Gehrman Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Darkwill walked to the coffee table, plopped down, and, while staring at the dice, asked Owl Harry, "What are your thoughts now?"
Harry flew around once and muttered:
Why am I not a petrel?
Inside the master bedroom, Klein entered the Gray Fog and beckoned for the " Sea God Scepter " to fly out from the pile of clutter.
Holding the short staff with a blue-green "gem" at the top, he quickly responded to his own prayer.
Klein didn't expend too much Spirituality to directly quell the storm. Firstly, because they weren't far from the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago, such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon would easily attract the attention of " Sea King " Jahn Kottman or the Storm Priest on the ship. Secondly, he needed to conserve his "power" to guard against the " Die of Probability."
What he did was simple: he added layer upon layer of extraordinary effects to the ship, allowing it to sail steadily through torrential rain and stormy seas without capsizing.
For Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 Beyonder below the level of Demigod, doing something similar to a passenger ship that can carry hundreds of people would require extensive preparation, an extremely complex ritual, and almost complete exhaustion to accomplish. However, for the " Sea God " in this realm, everything is easy and simple.
" Demigod has indeed developed a 'god-like' side..." Klein sighed, tossed the scepter back into the pile of junk, and then vanished silently into the Gray Fog.
Over the next few hours, the ship rose and fell, like a leaf in the wind, but no matter how terrifying or "majestic" the surrounding deep blue waves were, it remained unharmed and steadily made its way to the end of the Storm.
Thursday morning, Backlund, Williams Street.
Fors Wall arrived here again by carriage.
Instead of sitting in the café, she strolled slowly along the street, observing the passersby and the surrounding buildings, and occasionally Record down distinctive characters as material for her novel.
"There are really a lot of foreigners here, mostly Feysac and Intis. Heh, one is a savage and burly polar White Bear, and the other is a brightly colored and flashy rooster..." Fors chuckled to himself.
At this point, she arrived at the middle of Williams Street, where there was an abandoned chapel, covered inside and out with withered vines, and scattered with gray stones.
Feeling he was doing right by Mr. World's reward, Fors deliberately moved closer to check for anything unusual.
She first walked around the chapel, but found nothing.
Then, she went inside, carefully avoiding the disgusting feces and rotting matter, and quickly examined every corner.
Suddenly, her gaze stopped moving, and her brows furrowed slightly.
In a partially collapsed corner, the ground had been dug up by someone; the pits were small and shallow, and there were traces of fingers.
This is somewhat unusual... Fors cautiously withdrew without conducting further investigation.
After walking the entire length of Williams Street, she immediately returned home, compiled the anomalies she had discovered and the materials Record, and offered them as a ritual sacrifice to Mr. The Fool, asking Him to pass them on to "The World." Fors did not conceal anything she had seen, even if they appeared perfectly normal on the surface, because she knew very well that whether something was anomalous should be judged by "The World," not by herself who was unaware of the situation.
Above the Gray Fog, inside the ancient palace.
Klein immediately began to read through the report submitted by " The Magician ".
"There are signs of excavation in that abandoned chapel? We already dealt with the Sharron ones... Who else dug there? That descendant of the Tudor Family, Macht Pound? He was possessed by Evil Spirit last time and almost died. Without help, it's unlikely he'd take the risk again... Who could it be..." Klein thought for a while, unable to identify a suspect, and could only continue reading.
Looking at those Record that were beautifully written, he keenly noticed a problem:
"There are many foreigners on this street, mainly Feysac and Intis..."
"It wasn't like this when I went to Williams Street before... Are there any newly opened companies like Feysac and Intis nearby?"
" Feysac, Intis..."
As Klein pondered the two country names, something suddenly occurred to him!
Those are the royal family of the Feynapotter Empire Einhorn Family, and the former royal family of Intis Sauron Family, both of whom possess the " Hunter " or " Red Priest " pathway, which are two of the three bloodlines designated by the Evil Spirit to break the seal!
With the addition of the Medici Family descendants whose Bansy Harbor was destroyed, all three major forces that control the " Red Priest " are now involved!
"The destruction of Bansy Harbor caused the Medici Family's Beyonder Characteristic to converge on a suspected ' Red Angel 'Evil Spirit through some strange connection, thus attracting members of the Einhorn and Sauron Family?"
"No, that's not realistic. If the Church of Storms hadn't discovered the Beyonder Characteristic, they would definitely have noticed this issue..."
"Another reason? Did that Evil Spirit attract the Einhorn and Sauron Family through some other means? Through what means, and through whom? Only a handful of people know of the Evil Spirit's existence: me, Miss Sharron, and..." As his thoughts raced, Klein suddenly realized a possibility.
That is, Macht Pound, a descendant of the Tudor Family, was possessed by Evil Spirit once and unknowingly became its servant! He secretly helped it spread the news!
" The Evil Spirit's plea for help from me and Miss Sharron was merely a ploy to lull us into believing that only we could save it! For this, it was willing to betray its own offspring!" Klein was startled, feeling as if he had been Fooling by the Evil Spirit.