What extraordinary force have I been affected by?

Klein fell silent.

"People have been rescued, but what about the things?"

"They said not now, and I was convinced."

Klein was wondering if he should come to the door with a magic lamp to collect debts now, but he didn't understand the power that affected him, so he was a little hesitant.

"Well, the dice have woken up."

"With their little luck, it won't last long, and tomorrow morning you can see them appear at your door, kneeling and begging Azik to help them seal that dice temporarily."

"That's the uniqueness of the path of fate, you can understand it as a top-level seal, the appearance is a dice, it can pick points independently, and gradually affect the world by probabilizing the behavior of people around you."

"After Will's mercury serpent is reactivated, he can't hold it for the time being, and can only be brought to credible subordinates."

After listening to the explanation of the magic lamp, Klein put his mind at ease, and while waiting for the water to boil and boil the medicine, he asked casually:

"When you were at the Governor's Palace, you didn't go to the dungeon, where did you go?"

"Oh, I'd like to see the stock and variety of dim sum over there."

Crane thought of something, suddenly laughed, and said:

"In the dungeon, there is a seal, it can weaken the mystery within a certain range, and it can also distinguish the identity of the extraordinary, but I don't have the ability to get it, I think it should be the arbiter path......"

"Lean ......"

Seeing the lamp rush out like a divine wind, Klein only had time to say:

"You promised you wouldn't ...... randomly"

……

Herb shop.

Roy, who had already ripped off the strip of cloth, saw the dice, which were currently 6 o'clock.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the dice in his hand were windless and automatic, and he turned over strangely without any warning, as if he wanted to turn it directly to 1 point, but he didn't know what affected it, and it stayed at 3 points.

Roy felt that most of the luck he had accumulated for a long time had been emptied at once.

Roy took a deep breath, spit out again, and looked at Darkwell with complex eyes:

"I really didn't expect to spend all my luck when I met you in my lifetime."

……

Klein drank a glass of dark green, thick liquid, which reminded him of a drink called dry juice.

He felt the pain in his shoulder add to the tingling, this painful and itchy feeling lasted for a while, then weakened, and finally disappeared, and after ten minutes or so, Crane felt that his shoulder had returned to normal function.

Good workmanship, Klein thought in a good mood, and walked out of the room.

Azik was reading the newspaper and had a cup of tea in his hand, looking leisurely and comfortable, like an old-fashioned gentleman enjoying afternoon tea at home, not at all like a big man who was ready to lead someone to kill the Black Death and fight with the ageless witch.

"Ready?"

Azik put the newspaper down and stood up, seeing that Crane was fully dressed, he put on his top hat and grabbed Crane's shoulder that was not injured.

The overlapping patches faded away, and Crane and Azik landed on the Black Death.

There was silence on the Black Death, a complete departure from the night Klein had spent overnight.

I don't know how many people are left on the ship, Klein thought silently.

"Is that you?"

A holy and enchanting white-robed woman Shi Shiran walked over, her girlish and delicate face showed a slight surprise and doubt, and her eyes were on Azk's face.

Azik looked at the woman in front of him hesitantly, the memory in his mind churning slightly, but he tried to remember it for a while, but it still felt vague.

"I can't remember you exactly."

"I'm sorry, I've lost my memories again and again, and I'm on my way to recovering them."

Caterina was even more puzzled, and she continued:

"Why do you keep losing your memory? I remember you were in Sequence 4. ”

"It's been more than 1,300 years since we last met, we fought together in cooperation with the Grim Reaper, and we fought together, and you were already the Death Archon of the Byron Empire."

"At that time, the Seven Gods were divided ......"

Azk was silent for a long time before he sighed and said:

"I can't remember."

Caterina smiled and said:

"What is the purpose of His Highness the Death Consul's visit this time?"

Azk restrained his previous emotions and said:

"First of all, I want to take a look at the ancient documents related to the Grim Reaper that Tracy handed over to the Witch Sect before."

"Tracy?"

Katerina's gaze suddenly turned to the body of the extraordinary person carried by Azk, the breath of a soothsayer.

"It turned out to be you, a bold faceling, who was escaped by you last time, and you still dare to come back?"

"The second thing, fix the problem of Tracy."

Caterina lowered her eyes, and after a short silence, she raised her eyes again, her eyelashes swept up and down with infinite style, and between her eyebrows, playful flow.

"What would you do if I killed him?"

"I'll avoid this accident at the source."

Azik replied in a calm tone.

"Heh, I'll rub a copy of that batch of documents to you, I really hope you can recover your memory sooner and become the Death Archon again, I don't know, you will think like this when the time comes, it must be interesting."

Caterina turned to Klein.

"Give me back Tracy's extraordinary properties."

Then she restrained her smile, looked at Azik, and said solemnly

"I hope to get a gratuitous help from you, and I will no longer pursue the offense of this little friend of yours, and this is the end of Tracy's matter."

"If only it doesn't go against my will."

Azk groaned for two seconds and replied.

"Hehe, we have worked together before, and now there will always be times when interests are aligned, and we will definitely be able to work together happily again."

Caterina smiled sweetly again.

Azk was noncommittal, reached out and summoned the paper and pen, wrote down a line, and threw the paper to Katarina.

"After the extraordinary characteristics are given to you, you can summon my messenger."

Back at the inn and into the room, Crane intuitively felt that the lamp god had returned.

So he asked tentatively

"Did you get the seal?"

"Of course, the taste is quite good, I'll order theirs next time."

The Governor's Mansion of Byam is pouring blood mold.

Crane arrives above the gray mist, ready to bring Tracy's extraordinary properties to the real world, and his eyes sweep over the pile of debris to see the paper cranes stolen from Dr. Allen.

What if Roy King had a special way of controlling the effects of that seal, what if they escaped overnight? I'll have to report the arrears to their leaders.

Back in the real world, Crane blew the brass whistle and sent away the extraordinary properties, then took out the pen, slightly unfolded the folded part of the crane, and made the font as small as possible, and he carefully wrote:

"The dice are activated, and Roy King is not paying his debts."