Upon hearing Gehrman Sparrow, Darkwill’s first reaction was to reveal everything about the strange die. He wanted this adventurer, that he had spent huge sums of money on, to grasp the problem at its root so as to effectively ensure his personal safety.
But on second thought, he recalled his teacher’s exhortations. Believing that the die might very well be a rather important Sealed Artifact of the Life School of Thought, he was afraid that the truth would entice him to cause even more negative developments!
He subconsciously dodged Gehrman Sparrow’s seemingly calm eyes.
“It’s this. My teacher and I belong to a secret organization. I’m escaping because a traitor has appeared internally.
“They grasp the pathway related to fate and can make themselves sufficiently lucky and their target unlucky… I-I might have been cursed, so I was unlucky enough to be struck by lightning.”
After the explanation, he forcefully hid the nervousness in his heart and awaited Gehrman Sparrow’s reply.
“I understand.
“Try to do as little as possible. I will consider how I’ll deal with your bad luck.”
He forced a smile and quickly expressed his gratitude. Then, he returned to his room, leaning his back against the door as he took out the ring box.
Mr. Harry swooped down and didn’t choose to perch on the chubby Apothecary’s shoulder. Apparently, it was still somewhat worried about how it could’ve also been implicated when Darkwill was nearly struck by lightning.
It stood on a wooden desk and stared ahead with its round eyes.
“Darkwill, you’re very nervous.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Darkwill said in frustration.
The owl spread its wings and said, “Alright, I’ll use a different explanation.
“I believe I should consider changing owners.
“Gehrman Sparrow seems to be a pretty good choice.”
“… Then what about me?” Darkwill asked in surprise, momentarily forgetting his anger.
Mr. Harry tsked and said, “Don’t you sense the concern and fear in your heart? You’re already suspecting whether you can see tomorrow’s sun. That strange die is really, really dangerous!
“If I were you, I would’ve thrown it out the window and into the sea and get your teacher’s teacher to fish it out himself.”
“… How do you know about my teacher’s teacher?” Darkwill blurted out the question.
Mr. Harry proudly lifted its head and said, “Don’t doubt an owl’s vision.”
Darkwill fell into thought and didn’t faze himself with its answer.
“No, that won’t work. Throwing the die into the sea wouldn’t resolve all my problems.
“According to Old Man, even if it’s buried out at sea, any powerful person will be able to find it in days. That will mean that I’ll really lose it. Silly bird. You lack general knowledge in mysticism, and you don’t know how some important Sealed Artifacts are just like the most popular prostitutes in Red Theater. They’ll always be able to attract hungry men.”
“Including you,” Harry calmly replied. “As for the problem of being lacking in general knowledge in mysticism, I believe a famous quote can explain it. Emperor Roselle once said that if a child doesn’t receive a good education, then it’s the father’s fault. This sentence can also be used to describe problems between a pet and its owner. Alright, Darkwill, regardless, I believe you need to discuss the die with Gehrman Sparrow. Otherwise, there will only be greater danger.”
“Let me wait and see a little longer. Perhaps it will be fixed at six…” Darkwill said with some hesitation.
He sat on the edge of the bed before lying down.
At this moment, the storm that had been howling had gradually calmed down. The sky began to turn calm as the liner blew its horn, indicating that it was setting sail.
Inside the first-class cabin’s living room, Klein looked out the window and saw blurry rainbows that appeared after the rain. Yet, his heart wasn’t calm.
He wasn’t too afraid of enemies. Out at sea, apart from the Four Kings and the official demigods, or the pirate admirals who appeared with their fleet, there were very few matters that could threaten him, who had Creeping Hunger and several mystical items. Even if the ship was sunk, he was able to escape thanks to the many charms he had from the Sea God domain.
But luck was something he really had no confidence in. It wasn’t within the limits of his abilities, nor could he think of a way to handle it.
…
Darkwill, who had been too nervous the previous night, fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
After a while, his stomach’s growling informed him that it was time for lunch.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but he felt as though an invisible person was pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to move.
He felt the back of his head swelling with a sharp pain. He felt his breathing become more difficult as his heart raced at an abnormal pace.
At this moment, his mouth was opened up by a sharp object as an ice-cold liquid was poured in. The liquid also flowed down his face, wetting his chin and neck.
Darkwill’s body recovered as he finally managed to open his eyes. He saw two bright, round, gold-like eyes nearly slamming into his head.
Inside, the die had rolled to another side.
1 point!
Horror quickly overwhelmed his thoughts as he spurred his hand to hold onto the ring box and rush to the door.
Perhaps as a result of nearly suffering a sudden death, he was lacking in strength. He could hardly twist the handle.
“Help! Help!” Mr. Harry screamed sharply.
The door was opened, slamming into Darkwill’s head. If Klein hadn’t controlled his strength, the chubby Apothecary’s head probably would’ve cracked open with blood spewing out everywhere.
Without even rubbing his bruise, Darkwill frantically shouted, “It’s this! It’s this!
“It’s this die that gives me bad luck!
“When it’s at 1 point, I’ll fail at everything I do!”
He had already decided to inform Gehrman Sparrow of the whole truth, and he looked forward to the powerful adventurer giving him some effective suggestions.
He didn’t eliminate the possibility of him killing him out of greed, but he had weighed the matter. If he had to make a choice, he definitely chose the one which wasn’t as terrible.
Telling Gehrman Sparrow might lead to death, but not telling him would spell certain death. This choice was no longer something that needed consideration.
Then, he saw a smile appear across Gehrman Sparrow’s mouth.
“Thank you for your humor.
“The joke isn’t too bad.”
“It’s real! He’s speaking the truth!” Harry flapped its wings.
Darkwill, who felt hope arise in him, heard Gehrman Sparrow say in a deep voice, “Then why don’t you throw it into the ocean?”
With that said, Klein politely closed the door and returned to the living room.
Darkwill sat down, depressed. He sat there motionless, afraid of encountering another failure.
He didn’t notice that the die had already switched its face again to a three.
Before lunch, Klein entered the washroom to clean out his digestive system.
After washing his hands, he went above the gray fog in passing, preparing to browse through the prayers of the Sea God believers.
Just as he sat at the high-back chair of The Fool, he suddenly recalled many details as his eyes widened.
At that moment, he had already made a judgment.
