At night, the sea is very calm, except for the "whoosh" of the bow of the ship in front of it and the "whirring" of the sails shaking overhead. Most of the passengers were asleep in the cabin, their snoring and vomiting not reaching the deck, only a slight smell. When he was a seafarer, Siegel had long since adapted to this environment, and he didn't even have to use magic tricks to dispel the smell.

The light in the brazier was warm and bright, illuminating the font on the spell book very clearly. Siegel once again reads the spell books of the Blood Mage and the Guild Mage, and at the same time combines his own personal experience to extract the best of his spell-casting thoughts. The study of the power of fate in the co-ordination mage's magical notes intrigued Siegel, and he read it word by word, trying to grasp the context of their research.

In this research note, they mention an experimental spell called Star Orbit, which combines the respective characteristics of astrology, asking the gods, and the power of fate. After years of improvement, spell casting has a high chance of success, and you always get some information about your fate. One of the most important spell casting materials is the Flame Soul Crystal, and Siegel still has a lot of fragments left.

After he rested his spirits, he was ready to use this spell, and there were some questions he had to ask clearly. Most of the people were sleeping in the cabins, and the only ones on deck who were still awake were Siegel and his pets, and now was the time to cast the spell.

Placing the Flame Crystal in the brazier, Siegel threw his nails, hair, and a few drops of blood into it. Then he needed one hand to reach out to the stars in the sky, and the other hand to stay at the top of the flames, revealing the veins of the palm prints. Then chant the mantra. Let the red magic fire answer the fateful questions.

Siegel is engrossed in casting spells. But there was no response. Just like his prayers. Then he changed the subject of the question, trying every god he knew. Whether it is a good god or an evil god, no matter what field they are in, this spell has no effect. This is inconsistent with what is written in the notes, as each soul is made up of a variety of qualities that correspond to different deities. Among other things, Siegel, as a sailor, is now above the ocean again. But why didn't either the king of the fish of the waters or the god of the storm reflect at all?

God is real, and many people have personally spoken with God's messengers and witnessed countless miracles. Captain Marlene had a long relationship with the Storm God's incarnate emissary, and he had mentioned this to Siegel more than once. In the books of the Mage Federation, there are also many records of crossing the world barrier to enter the kingdom of God, and some powerful mages can also be received by the gods. In addition to God's chosen people, even senior pastors can pray to multiple gods at the same time and get a response—only for a different reason and intensity—but never hear of someone who goes unanswered at all.

The flames continued to burn in the palm of the hand, as the spell drew to a close. The palms gradually began to heat up. Siegel decided to try again one last time, but this time he didn't ask the gods anymore. Instead, choose the Shadow of the Dead. This is the most mysterious existence a mage ever knows, and they have previously been able to unlock new abilities for dice.

This time, the spell was answered, and the Flame Soul Crystal slowly melted in the brazier, as if it had turned into an ice cube. The familiar white shadow appeared in Siegel's field of vision, exactly the same as it had been in Bacon Town.

"You've helped me out of the orc hunt, now help me sort out the clues of my fate. Siegel spoke, and then heard the Shadow of the Dead reply in an eager voice, "Listen!"

This voice was different from what he heard in Bacontown, but it brought back another memory for Siegel. He had had dreams about the past, and a majestic voice had said in his ear, "Look!" so that he could have the vision of a possessed mouse. The voice of the Shadow of the Dead in front of him was exactly the same as the voice in the dream.

"No God will answer your prayers and calls. "But you are not alone in the world, and they all have their eyes on you. Every time he said a word, some of the Flame Soul Crystals would disappear, and Siegel took out all of them and placed them by the brazier for later use.

"Is that why I always have bizarre experiences?" Siegel asked.

The answer to the first question: yes and no. The Shadow of the Dead replied, "Your fate line does not exist, no god can influence or interfere in this matter, no matter what method you use, you are free at this point." But at the same time, you need to carry the twenty-sided dice on your back and take on the fate of the dice. You've been separated from the dice for too long, and it's only after they reunited that you have the illusion. A piece of Flame Soul Crystal burned out, and Siegel hurriedly added it.

"What the hell are dice?"

"The answer to the second question: The existence of making this thing cannot be investigated, and the gods of the present world do not know, only that it is a fate-carrying thing, which is a step further than your burning Flame Soul Crystal. There are four dice in the world, and you have one of them. If you meet other people, you can also share this information. ”

The Flame Crystal burned faster and faster, and Siegel threw all the inventory into it.

"In other words, if you want to break free from the strange entanglement of fate, you just need to drop the dice?"

The answer to the third question: that will lead to a greater entanglement of fate, sooner or later. Except for the four of you, no other existence can withstand the influence of the dice, it belongs only to you, only obeys you, and will return to you by all means. The longer the separation, the greater the regurgitation. Look!"

Then Siegel saw a sight in the flames. Under a sky lit up by lightning, storms raged and waves raged, and the lucky Soth was struggling on the cusp of the storm. Its masts were broken, its bridges were broken, and its hull rattled under the twisting of immense force. It was no longer lucky enough to avoid the storm, and could only tremble under the power of nature.

"This ship has been carrying dice for sixteen years, and everything was safe before, and now it needs to be repaid. "It won't affect the crew, though, because they didn't do the same." ”

There was only one last bit left of the Flame Soul Crystal, and Siegel raised his head, looking at the Shadow of the Dead Soul, and suddenly felt that he had given himself a very familiar and intimate feeling, and was about to ask about it, but his heart was hit like a heavy blow, and a mouthful of bloody blood reached his throat, suppressing his words. I heard the Shadow of the Dead say, "There are some questions not to ask, because the answers are hidden in the treasures at the end of the world, and I hope you can reach them." Use your dice well, it will help you when you need it. ”

At this time, the last Flame Soul Crystal burned out, and the flames burned the mage's palm, and he immediately retracted his hand. The spell ended, and the white shadow and other disphases disappeared completely, as if it had never happened. No one knew that a white shadow had ever appeared on the ship, except for Siegel and Raven, and they all slept deeply and sweetly.

Siegel frowned, and he didn't let go of a word about what the Shadow of the Dead had said over and over again. If there is still a Flame Soul Crystal, he will not hesitate to throw himself into the flames in exchange for the answer to his question. For the whole night he sat by the brazier, keeping his eyes fixed on the flames until it was extinguished, and only a puff of green smoke remained. The half-orc, who had risen at night, thought that Siegel was ill, and hurriedly re-lit the fire for him and boiled hot water for him. It was only when Siegel came to his senses. He couldn't explain the miraculous things, he could only express his gratitude.

Twenty-sided dice hung on his chest, and now they were heavy. Since having this thing, Siegel's life path has been completely different. The old captain handed him the dice as if it had happened yesterday, and everything was vivid. Time seemed to have completed a cycle, and it was on the sea again, and Siegel looked at the dice again, stroking the patterns and patterns on them. Unconsciously, he already has a familiar feeling of dice, no longer the curiosity and strangeness when he first got it, and no longer the surprise and confusion when he opened the ability for the first time. His primary concern was how to turn on the dice, which, in the sense of the Shadow of the Dead, seemed to have their own mind and arrangement, "to help in times of need." Siegel kisses the dice and then puts it back under the collar.

He opened another spell book, placed it on his lap and began to read. Regardless of the time of day, regardless of the ability of the dice, it is still spells that are more important to Siegel. Because only through spells can he have the power to fulfill his dreams and become a hero.

The next few days went well, with the wind and currents pushing the ship south. There were no orc pirate ships in sight, and certainly no merchant ships running the course. According to the time, the warships from the Star Kingdom should have arrived, and they may be clearing out the fleets of orcs in other seas. Thinking of this, Siegel didn't expect to encounter the warship, after all, they were now on an orc galley, what if they were destroyed as an enemy?

On the seventh day of the voyage, Siegel corrected his course again and began to turn westward. He approached the Deva brothers and asked if they wanted to go ashore early. The two orcs didn't stick to their original idea this time. After seeing Siegel's magical abilities, they decided to follow the mage first, using their swords to serve him. Siegel took two warriors as mercenaries and paid three gold coins a month in addition to armor, weapons, and food. The two orcs at first thought that the price was too low, worse than the cheapest slave in Makabuda. But after Fezak explained the drinks and services that the three gold coins could buy in Waterdeep, the two of them gladly accepted.

After hearing the news, several more gladiators wanted to follow the example of the Deva brothers, who didn't want to have a long-term stable meal ticket? Siegel was very careful this time, and let them fight against the Deva brothers and Hum Ke respectively. As a result, only three of them could still see their martial arts, so Siegel took them and temporarily followed Manna to provide protection while she shot arrows.

The day after the turn, the coastline came into view, causing cheers from everyone on board. The sound was heard far away, and frightened a few small fishing sampans, who thought it was an orc raiding ship about to rush up. The sampan hurried to the shore to take refuge, even if it ran aground. But the galleys made a graceful arc, ignored them, and swam straight south. Siegel had roughly determined his bearing, and Waterdeep was not far ahead. (To be continued......)