The Traveler Chapter 120 – Rising Fame

　　Duckwell slumped there, briefly forgetting to stand up, his head seemingly blank.

　　Ever since he matured, he basically hadn’t encountered this kind of thing where he tripped over himself, and it was even more so after taking the magic potion and having every aspect of his body strengthened to a certain extent, but as a result, he somehow fell today, which was simply unfathomable.

　　Just now was stepping on something? Dakwel suddenly came back to his senses, and with his palms propped up, he rolled over and stood up, pretending that it wasn’t himself who fell just now.

　　He looked left and right, but didn’t find anything odd on the ground, and with a heart full of doubts, he took a few hard steps forward and picked up the milky-white dice.

　　Just at this time, a patrolling police officer seemed to notice the abnormality on this side, carrying a short stick and pressing the revolver in his hand, jogging and running over.

　　Seeing this scene, Fat Apothecary Duckwell had a sudden worry, wondering if he had stepped into a trap:

　　”They captured the old man, but never came to me, in fact, they are secretly monitoring, waiting for me to find clues?

　　”Now that I’ve got this strange dice, they’re desperate to get out?

　　”The official Extraordinary One has come to arrest me?”

　　Duckwell’s instinctive reaction was to turn his head and run, but that fall just now was a bit heavy, and his knees ached, so for a moment he could only take small steps.

　　Seeing the police patrols getting closer and closer, he wanted to run but could not run up, Duckwell’s mind immediately surfaced in the dungeon located in the underground, the environment of only candlelight forever, locked up next to the extraordinary people in the darkness, but in the violent gasping as if a monster ……

　　”What’s going on?” The officer on patrol asked cautiously from some distance, holding down his pistol.

　　Uncontrollable fear suddenly welled up inside Duckwell, and with a flick of his wrist, the cream-colored dice he had just picked up fell to the ground again and tumbled a few times.

　　This time it was red with a six point facing up.

　　Facing the officer’s scrutiny, Duckwell answered with a shaky voice:

　　”Stepped on a damn banana peel and fell.”

　　As soon as the words left his mouth, his heart stuttered, for there was no banana peel on the ground at all.

　　Damn, too nervous, might as well have just said he tripped over himself …… Duckwell thought with chagrin.

　　He decided to summon the owl that was parked on the roof of the house across the street in preparation for the dying.

　　The officer on patrol glanced over and laughed softly:

　　”Don’t forget to look at your feet when you walk, I just thought you’d been mugged by someone.”

　　He released his grip on Revolver’s palm, lifted his short stick, and walked back.

　　”……” Duckwell watched the constable’s back get farther and farther away with a bewildered look on his face, not understanding how the other man had simply bought into his error-filled story.

　　He withdrew his eyes and looked over at the cream colored dice lying quietly on the ground, his brow gradually furrowing.

　　I am not a pure Ruin, these police officers do not need to be pleasing …… Could it be working? Whether it was my strange fall or the bizarre persuasion of the constables, was it at work? Is it the one, the important seal that the teacher keeps? Quickly making the connection, Duckwell moved forward cautiously and carefully, picking up the dice once more and tucking it back into the tiny ring box as it was – in which there was no room for the dice to rotate at all.

　　With a wink to his owl, Duckwell picked up the copy of the News he had purchased earlier, stopped a hired carriage, and limped into it, destined for the Red Theater.

　　As the vehicle drove along steadily, he waited patiently until he got home, not rushing to study the ring box and the dice in it, because the night had already fallen and the light from the gas street lamps on both sides was far away and only shone in a little.

　　Entering the herb store and going up to the second floor where the people lived, he lit the gas wall lamp and shooed the silly bird out of the room, while he himself sat down at the desk and repeatedly examined the ring box and the cream-colored dice.

　　Finally, he drew from the bottom compartment of the ring box a sheet of paper folded to the size of only half a knuckle.

　　With a silent intake of breath, Dakwil quickly unfolded the sheet of paper and realized that it did contain three paragraphs written in the ancient Forsak language:

　　”If I don’t show up three days after the appointed time, I must have been betrayed and miserably captured, so don’t rush to the other members of the school for help, because I can’t confirm who did it, and it will put you in great danger.

　　”There is only one thing you need to do, and that is to take that dice to the island of Oravi and give it to Kano, the bell-ringer of the port city, where my teacher, Rechord ‘The Councilor’, is hiding, and he will take care of things after that.

　　”Don’t worry about me giving away this secret, when I finish writing this letter, all memories of it will be completely gone, no longer even remembering you as an apprentice until I am rescued, remember, try not to use that dice, it has a certain quality of being alive, the more you use it, the more likely it is to awaken, spinning itself when you aren’t looking, even if there is no room for it. Once it’s fixed at ‘1’, trust me, you’ll suffer more than outright death, as you’ll fail at pretty much everything you do, including your favorite bed sport.”

　　Sure enough, the dice are dangerous …… Duckwell subconsciously exclaimed, and then realized that he had done something stupid with good intentions.

　　He overcame his cowardice in order to rescue his teacher, Roy King, and stayed in Bayam and sent a message of help to the members of the School of Life that he knew.

　　And based on the contents of the letter, it meant that he was probably being targeted by the one who betrayed Roy King!

　　”Why didn’t you say so earlier? No, why didn’t I think of getting this dice earlier!” Duckwell raised his hands and scratched and tugged at the sides of his hair.

　　He dared not stay here any longer, and decided to move his lodgings tonight, to buy his ticket for the Black Ship tonight, and to leave in the morning for Oravi – an island on the “Rothschilds-Tuscany” route.

　　”My charms, my pistols, my bullets ……” Duckwell busily counted up the items that would provide him with a sense of security, worrying about his lack of sufficient combat power.

　　He quickly got an idea and paced back and forth, muttering:

　　”I need to hire a bodyguard, hire a bodyguard ……”

　　Who to hire? At what price? In the midst of Duckwell’s thoughts, his eyes swept over the copy of Newsday that he had brought back.

　　Suddenly, he thought of a wonderful object for a bodyguard:

　　Germaine Sparrow!

　　A powerful adventurer who could hunt and kill 5,400 pounds of great pirates!

　　If he is willing to accept this task, as long as it is not the “MP”, I should be able to reach the island of Olavi without any problems …… How can I find him? Yes! Put up notices in the bars where the adventurer frequents! Nodding his head imperceptibly, Duckwell stuffed the few items back into his previously packed suitcase, grabbed the chubby owl, and left the herb store with yet another heartbreaking sigh of relief.

　　……

　　Off the waters of the Rothschild Archipelago, in a small harbor belonging to Ruin, the Black Death rested without a care in the world, surrounded by three ships.

　　Fresh from a hot bath, “Lieutenant General Disease” Tracy wore a loose-fitting men’s shirt to put the finishing touches on her nearly healed wounds.

　　For a witch, pockmarks and scars didn’t exist.

　　At that moment, the blonde maid knocked on the door and entered the captain’s cabin after receiving permission.

　　She glanced at Tressie, blushed, and averted her eyes:

　　”Captain, there’s a telegram from Byam to the harbor here.

　　”The Mizor, er, third mate has been killed.”

　　Trixie stopped moving, her expression sinking as she asked hesitantly:

　　”Any idea who did it?”

　　She had sent Misao, the “trickster”, to Bayam to investigate the attack, firstly, to punish the other party for their negligence, and secondly, to publicize her own serious injuries, so as to lure the unsuspecting to come back to attack again, and she did not expect Misao to make any breakthroughs within a short period of time at all.

　　When the “ageless witch” called “death consul” demigod came to “visit”, she deliberately concealed this matter, did not quickly notify Misao, let the punishment continue, thinking that the other side can It would be good if the other party could investigate something, and it would not be too disappointing if they did not.

　　As for whether or not Misael would be in danger, she didn’t care, that in itself was part of the punishment.

　　But what she didn’t expect was that Mysore was killed so quickly!

　　The blonde maid handed over the message and said:

　　”An adventurer named Germaine Sparrow, what can be confirmed is that he used an extraordinary ability similar to ‘Dragon Power’.”

　　”Gelman Sparrow …… ‘Dragon Might’ …… huh, Zilingus also knows ‘Dragon Might ‘, he should have herded a ‘psychiatrist’ or ‘hypnotist’ with ‘Creeping Hunger’.” Tracy took the telegram and sneered twice, muttering to herself.

　　She was tentatively certain that Germaine Sparrow was the enemy who had attacked her in the guise of Elaine, and had used the powers of the very same “faceless man” that Zillingsus had grazed.

　　”‘Creeping Hunger’ is upon him, and behind him is an ancient demigod known to his mother as the ‘Consul of Death.’…… Does this mean that Zilingus was killed by that very ‘Death Consul’?” Tressie muttered to herself wordlessly, waving her hand to dismiss the blonde maid.

　　Waiting for the door to the captain’s room to close again, she let out a soft laugh and said:

　　”If I reveal this news, the organization that instructed Tsilingus to assassinate Duke Negan will surely be very interested.”

　　For a brief moment, she really had the urge to do so, but reason stopped her.

　　It would mean directly offending the “Consul of Death”!

　　And in a situation where the other party was apparently only recognized once, the suspect who leaked the information could immediately target her.

　　At that time, unless I hide back to my mother, the shadow of death will hang over me at any time……. I don’t need to be so afraid of other saints, if they want to attack me, they have to be able to find me first, and there will be a certain amount of precursor, and it will take quite a while to come here, so I have enough chances to avoid the dangers, but the “consul of death” has a lot to offer. The “Consul of Death” can use the spirit world to travel, as long as he can determine my location, he will soon appear by my side …… Tressie bit her lip, thinking dejectedly.

　　She gave up her previous plan and decided to just keep an eye on Germaine Sparrow’s whereabouts, and once a good opportunity arises, she will never let it go!

　　At the same time, Klein was still staying at the Hotel Tejana, waiting for the bounty to come down.