Grandin didn't find Arthur at the Crown Casino, and it seems that even if he made the casino his home, he wouldn't be in it all the time. But he shouldn't be too far from the casino.

So Grandin walked out of the casino door, slowing his breath to keep his spirit in a calm but slightly active state. As the 'machine' potion was digested, he had concluded that it was in this state that it was easiest to trigger his 'hunch'.

"I should go to the tavern on the left."

The thought crossed his mind, and without hesitation, he stepped into the tavern next to him.

All of Beckland's taverns are more or less the same: bars, huge barrels, round tables, and a few drunken drinkers.

When Grandin entered the tavern, he saw such a scene.

There weren't many people in the tavern at this point in time, and he didn't find his target on the first floor. So he dropped his fourpence, asked the bartender for a Southwell beer, and walked up to the second floor.

The environment on the second floor is obviously more elegant than the hall on the first floor, with small round tables placed on all sides, and a small stage in the middle.

But the tavern owner was reluctant to turn on the gas lamp during the day, so the second floor was a little dim.

Grandin finally found Arthur on the wine table by the convex belly window.

There was no one else on the second floor except Arthur.

Arthur was completely drunk, and he lay on the table, still clutching a wooden beer glass in his hand, and other bottles of various sizes filled the round table.

"Mr. Arthur, if you drink some more, you'll never have to worry about your bad luck."

Grandin dragged out his chair and sat across from him, the strong smell of alcohol in the air making him frown.

Hearing the 'doom', Arthur's body trembled, and he barely raised his head and opened his hazy drunken eyes:

"Jack is dead, and I can't get my 'good luck' back, so what's the matter......" Arthur cursed vaguely, "I just want to spend my gold pounds before I die." ”

Arthur looked like he was going to soak himself in alcohol and completely decay.

"Are you here to get the recipe? Well, I did meet Jack. Then even if you have completed the commission, it will be all given to you! Nothing matters to me anyway......"

He pulled the pen out of his pocket and pulled the napkin from the table.

Then he shook his head, tilted it on the table, and wrote out the recipe with a few clicks. He raised his hand and handed the recipe to Grandin, but he was only halfway done before he fell back on the table, and soon there was a snoring sound.

Grandin pulled the napkin out of his hand and skipped the 'monster' of Sequence 9 to look at the 'machine' recipe of Sequence 8. He compared the names of the ingredients, the quantities and types with the recipes he knew, and after confirming that they were correct, he looked at Sequence 7 'Lucky One' with satisfaction:

The main ingredient, a fairy daisy, and a heart of the eater. Auxiliary materials, 70 ml of pure water, 4 grams of horseshoe gold powder, can only throw a lead-filled dice at '1' point.

His instincts told him that the recipe was real.

The main material is ready-made, hidden in the closet of the workshop on the third floor. He didn't have horseshoe powder, but the material was fairly common on the black market. Lead dice are also easy to make, and the quickest way to get one is to go to the casino next door and ask for one, but the casino won't admit that they have it.

He suddenly realized that he could make the potion tonight. But his 'machine' potion hasn't been digested yet, and it's expected to be by the end of the month.

Grandin felt himself swinging around Beckland, and the next potion, which was shoved into his mouth, was up to him to see if he drank it.

It's a blissful annoyance.

The smile on his lips contrasted sharply with the sorrow on Arthur's face.

But it was a bit hot to take the three recipes like this, so Grandin decided to help Arthur again.

In Grandin's opinion, there are at least three solutions to this helpless fate of Arthur -

First, seek refuge from the high-order extraordinary. Second, strive to improve your own sequence and use your own strength to fight against the influence of bad luck. The third is to let others buy their own bad luck with gold coins.

These can eliminate or alleviate it.

Grandin's options now are the first and third, and he can try to directly influence Arthur with his high personality first. If not, buy his doom with gold.

But before he can act, he still needs to do some preparation.

The lack of other drinkers on the second floor was a great help to him.

He closed the screen, threw out the ceremonial dagger, and set up a spiritual wall around the wine table.

Then his spirituality began to burn, and the dead branches of the tree of numerology poked out of him. Grantin took control of it and made it grab Arthur, trying to bring him to the Black Lagoon in this way.

Only in that mysterious space could he use more means.

The withered branch had come to the Black Lake in this way with Roger's resentment, but this time it hit a wall, and it couldn't directly affect Arthur.

"The body is the armor of the soul......"

Grandin remembered this sentence from the book.

He sighed and decided to go in another, more adventurous way. He took out two spells, sleep and dream, and let the power of the spell spread slowly.

Then he leaned into Arthur's ear and began to whisper, repeating his name over and over again.

"The witness of thousands of stories, the mysterious master of the black lake, the ultimate ...... of endless destiny"

Combined with the power of the Dream Charm, Grandin exerts influence on Arthur in both reality and dreams.

When he said it was dry, a drunken Arthur finally began to chatter.

"Thousands...... Story, Witness, ...... above the Black Lake Mystery Domination, the ultimate of endless destiny, belonging. ”

Arthur thought on and off, but managed to get in touch with him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, immediately sat back in his chair, closed his eyes and burned his spirit, and landed on the Black Lake.

Everything is as it was yesterday above the Black Lake.

A cloud of black ash fell onto the surface of the lake, and in the reflection of the lake, Grandin saw Arthur drunk, still muttering to himself in his sleep.

"What's next? I've got to pull him up. ”

Grandin, who was completely inexperienced, could only try to make the idea of pulling people. As soon as this thought came to him, the 'numerology tree' behind him drooped a dead branch and plunged into the lake. Then it grabbed Arthur's image and lifted it up like a fish!

Arthur was pulled into this space in an instant!

……

Arthur felt like he was lilt, as if his whole body was soaked in hot water. It had been a long time since he had taken a bath since he had contracted bad luck, and he slowly became intoxicated by this feeling.

But the ethereal murmur of the gospel around him woke him up.

He opened his eyes, he saw the environment clearly!

The black lake, the dead trees, the black mist that surrounds the lake, the ashes floating in the sky, the people sitting under the trees. This completely subverting scene made him tremble all over his body and his teeth rattle.

"You, sir, Your Excellency......" Arthur changed several titles in succession, and finally 'pounced' on one knee and buried his head deeply.

"Excuse me, what do you command?"

He spoke with a trembling voice, and the wail in his heart was unknown at the moment.