Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 125 Anomalies Discovered
The window of the washroom was very high, the sunlight was not enough to dispel the darkness, and everything seemed dim.
Klein’s right hand, which was holding the “Dice of Probability”, had just approached the “Eye of Total Blackness” when he suddenly shook and threw the thing he was holding to the other side of the sink.
The cream-colored dice rolled a few times and finally settled on a red 4-point face up.
With a small smile, Klein took a step sideways and picked up the Dice of Probability, bowing his head politely and asking:
”You don’t seem inclined to listen?
”In that case, give me an answer; six points for cooperation, the rest for refusal.”
After saying that, he threw the “Dice of Probability” upwards and then caught it with his palm.
The creamy white dice fell straight down and quickly tumbled around, leaving the bright red 6 point facing upwards!
”Very good.” Klein praised with a low smile.
After dropping the Eye of Total Blackness back onto the gray mist, he turned around and opened the door to the washroom, walking slowly back into the living room.
Under the expectant, worried, curious, and puzzled gazes of Fat Apothecary Duckwell and Owl Harry, he suddenly stopped and threw the “Dice of Probability” in his hand.
”No!”
”No!”
Duckwell and Owl screamed at the same time, fearing a result of less than 3 points, and the latter even subconsciously flew up, away from the fat man who might be struck by lightning.
In a crisp touching sound, the cream-colored dice rolled continuously on the coffee table, about to settle at 2 points.
Just as Duckwell’s face bristled with misery, the dice spun lazily again, eventually 4 points facing up.
”It will be relatively quiet for 12 hours.” Klein sat down calmly and began to enjoy his lunch, which had long since grown cold.
Was his solution really working? Duckwell ambled down and stared dead at the odd dice on the coffee table.
After a couple dozen seconds, he couldn’t help but reach out and offer to help flip the dice over to a six.
His palm had just left, and the dice, without wind, returned to 4 points.
What a miraculous ah …… Gelman Sparrow actually used? Did he really take a dump and dip the dice into it? Vomiting …… Duckwell decided to accept the result and stop wondering why, or he suspected he’d throw up on the spot.
Looking up at Germaine Sparrow, who was quietly applying the cream, Duckwell suddenly felt that 1000 pounds and a promise to hire a bodyguard of this caliber was too good a deal!
He could definitely stand alongside any pirate general! If a rich man had suffered something like me, taking half of his fortune to hire him wouldn’t hesitate …… Fortunately, I only paid 300 pounds, and the rest was covered by the teacher and the others …… Duckwell thought that he wouldn’t have to worry about the dice rolling around for 12 hours, and his body and mind relaxed for a moment and Couldn t help but stand up and stretch.
He walked to the window and pushed open the closed window, only to see that the clouds outside were sparse and the sky was high.
The boundless azure blue gently swaying, reflecting the bright and brilliant sunshine, like being sprinkled into the countless pieces of gold, which made Duckwell’s spirit steeply invigorated, the heart and chest are as if for the opening.
Unlike the end of February in Bakerland, when it will warm up, the waters of the Rothschild Archipelago are gradually getting rid of the cold temperatures, and everything is blooming.
Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom …… Klein, who had eaten his bread, walked to the side and back of Dakwil, and felt that at this time he was like an animal that had just awakened from hibernation and hibernation.
He did not recite the verse that had flashed through his mind for an instant, either because it did not fit the persona of Germaine Sparrow, or because the odds were that it would make Duckwell lament the poetic gifts of Rosel the Great.
Toward evening, without the dice having been turned, the weather changed, a gale swept in, dark clouds cascaded, and a storm was approaching.
Such were the most prevalent dangers of the sea, and even when sailing a safe channel that had been explored by previous generations, one would encounter similar conditions from time to time, only comparatively less frightening.
Crane glanced at the high waves and the darkening sky, and realized that the ship seemed to be traveling through a valley, flanked on either side by high, dark-blue “cliffs” that might collapse at any moment.
The strong sense of oppression made him, an extraordinary person in the middle sequence, become obviously depressed, and he even wanted to pray to the gods, hoping that the passenger ship would be safe and sound in this storm.
No wonder the sailors, pirates and merchants who have lived on the sea for a long time will hardly be able to contain their fear of the “Lord of Storms”, and more or less believe in it …… Klein secretly sighed.
Although he does not think that this storm is not too powerful to bury the sail and steam dual-power passenger ship, but still cautious, whispered to his vest “God of the sea” Kavituva prayers.
He was afraid that during the storm, the “dice of probability” would suddenly explode, making a 1 point and sinking the ship to the bottom of the sea, so he simply took precautions in advance – Klein did believe that the “serpent of fate”, Will Onsettin, was a good man. “Crane did believe in the judgment of Will Onsettin, and believed that the “Dice of Probability” would be quiet for about 12 hours after the first intimidation, but this was without any other additional conditions. He believed that the seal with the characteristic of living should be treated as a human being rather than the embodiment of rules, and must be careful to prevent the other side from taking advantage of the opportunity to make trouble.
Glancing at Duckwell and Owl, who were a bit jittery from the storm, Klein said flatly:
”I’m going to take a break.
”You guys continue to keep an eye on the dice, take turns and don’t relax.”
”Good.” After watching Germaine Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Duckwell walked over to the coffee table and sat down on his butt, staring at the dice as he said to Harry the Owl, “What do you think now?”
Harry flew around and cooed:
”Why am I not a petrel?”
Inside the master bedroom, Klein entered the gray mist and beckoned the Scepter of Poseidon to fly out of the clutter.
He took the short staff with the green and blue “jewel” at the top and quickly answered his own prayers.
Klein did not consume too much spiritual energy to directly calm the storm, firstly, because he was not yet far away from the waters of the Rothschild Archipelago, and such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon could easily attract the attention of the “Sea King” Yarn Kautman in the same field or the storm priests on board the ship, and secondly, he had to retain the “power” to prevent the “power” of the “storm priest”, and to prevent the “power” of the “storm priest”. “Secondly, he had to retain his power to guard against the “dice of probability”.
What he did was simple: he attached layer after layer of transcendent effects to the ship, so that it would sail steadily through the storm and the waves without capsizing.
For the Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 Extraordinaries below the demigod level, to do something similar to a passenger ship that could carry several hundred people, one would have to prepare long in advance, set up exceptionally complicated rituals, and almost exhaust themselves before it could be accomplished, but for the “Sea God” of this realm, everything was easy and simple.
”Demigods really already have ‘god’ side ……” Klein sighed sadly, threw the scepter back to the pile of clutter, and then disappeared into the gray fog without a sound.
In the following time, the ship rose and fell, high and low, like leaves in the wind, but no matter how terrifying and “majestic” the surrounding deep blue waves were, it had no problems, and came to the end of the storm calmly and steadily.
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Thursday morning, Williams Street, Birkeland.
Forsyth Vole had once again arrived by carriage.
Instead of sitting in the café again, she walked slowly along the street, surveying the pedestrians and surrounding buildings, and occasionally noting characteristic characters for her novel.
”There are really a lot of foreigners here, or mainly Forsak and Intis, huh, one is a savage and lanky white bear, and the other is a brightly colored and fancy rooster ……,” Forsyth muttered to herself with a low smile twice.
At this time, she came to the middle of Williams Street, where there was an abandoned chapel, inside and outside crawling with withered vines, and gray stones scattered everywhere.
Forsyth, in the spirit of being able to afford the payment of Mr. World, deliberately leaned over to see if there was anything out of the ordinary.
She circled the chapel first, but found nothing.
Then she went inside, carefully avoiding the disgusting feces and rotting matter, and quickly examined every nook and cranny.
All of a sudden, the movement of her vision paused, and her brow furrowed a little.
In one of the semi-collapsed corners, the ground had been dug by someone unknown, the potholes were not too big and not too deep, and there were traces of residual fingers!
This is an anomaly of sorts …… Forsyth cautiously withdrew without probing in more detail.
After walking the entire length of Williams Street, she immediately returned to her home and compiled the anomalies she had discovered and the material she had recorded, and made a ritual sacrifice to Mr. Fool, requesting that he pass it on to the World. -Forsyth did not hide anything she saw, even if there was nothing wrong with it on the surface, because she knew very well that it was up to the World to decide whether it was abnormal or not, and not to herself, who was unaware of the situation.
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Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.
Klein looked up the report submitted by Ms. Magician.
”There are traces of excavation inside that abandoned chapel? The previous one has already been dealt with by me and Ms. Sharon ah …… who has come to dig again? Raft Pound that descendant of the Tudor family? He was possessed by an evil spirit last time and almost died, it’s unlikely that he would risk his life again without help …… Who could it be …… “Klein thought for a while and failed to pinpoint a suspect, so he could only continue to read on.
Looking at the records, which are very beautiful in language, he acutely noticed a problem:
”There are quite a few foreigners on this street, mainly Fossacks and Intis ……
”Wasn’t this the case when I went to Williams Street before …… There are new Fossack and Intis firms opening in the neighborhood?
”Forsak, Intis ……”
Klein chewed on the names of those two countries, and something suddenly occurred to him!
That is, the Einhorn family, the royal family of the Forsak Empire, and the Sauron family, the former royal family of Intis, both held the “Hunter”, or “Red Priest” pathway, which was two of the three types of blood designated by the Evil Spirit to lift the seal!
Together with the descendants of the Medici family, who were destroyed in Banshee Harbor, the three major powers that hold the “Red Priest” have all been involved!
”The destruction of Banshee Harbor caused the extraordinary properties of the Medici family to be concentrated in the suspected ‘Red Angels’ through some wonderful connection, and so attracted the Einhorns and Saurons?
”No, that’s not very realistic, surely the Storm Church would have noticed that aspect if they hadn’t discovered the Extraordinary Traits ……
”Another reason? That the Evil Spirit attracted the Einhorn and the Sauron’s through some other means? By what means and through whom? There are only a handful of people who know about the existence of that evil spirit, me, Ms. Sharon, and …… “In a rush of thoughts, Klein suddenly thought of a possibility.
That was that Raft Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family, after being possessed by the evil spirit once, had unknowingly become the other party’s slave! Secretly, he had helped it spread the word!
”And the Evil Spirit’s request for help from Miss Sharon and me was only to paralyze us into believing that only we could free it! For this it went so far as to betray its own descendants!” Klein was horrified, and had the feeling that he had been fooled by the Evil Spirit.