Darkwell lay there, briefly forgetting to get up, his head seemingly blank.

Since he matured, he basically never encountered this kind of thing of tripping over himself again, and after taking magic potions, all aspects of his body have been strengthened to a certain extent, and even more so, but today he fell inexplicably, which is incomprehensible.

Did you just step on something? Darkwell came back to his senses, propped up his palms, rolled over and stood up, pretending that it was not he who had just fallen.

He looked left and right, but he didn't notice anything strange on the ground, and with a lot of doubt, he took a few steps forward and picked up the milky dice.

At this moment, a patrolling police officer seemed to notice the anomaly here, carrying a short stick, pressing the revolver with his hand, and trotting over.

Seeing this scene, the fat pharmacist Darkwell suddenly became worried, wondering if he had stepped on the trap:

"They arrested the old man, but they never came to me, in fact, they were secretly monitoring, waiting for me to find clues?

"Now that I've got this weird dice, they're desperate to come out?

"The official extraordinaire has come to arrest me?"

Darkwell's instinctive reaction was to turn his head and run, but the fall just now was a bit heavy, and his knees hurt, and he could only walk in small steps for a while.

Seeing the patrolling police officers getting closer and closer, and trying to run but unable to run, Darkwell's mind suddenly conjured up the prison underground, the environment where there was always only a candle flame, and the extraordinary person who was locked next to him but gasped violently in the darkness like a monster......

"What's going on?" the patrolling officer asked, figuring out his pistol and cautiously at a distance.

Darkwell suddenly felt uncontrollable fear in his heart, and with a flick of his wrist, the milky white dice he had just picked up fell to the ground again, rolling a few times.

This time it's the red six points up.

Facing the scrutiny of the police, Darkwell replied in a trembling voice:

"Stepped on a damn banana peel and fell. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, because there were no banana peels on the ground at all.

Damn, I'm so nervous, I might as well just say I tripped myself up...... Darkwell thought to himself, annoyed.

He decided to summon the owl that was parked on the roof of the opposite house to prepare for his dying throes.

The patrolling officer glanced at it and chuckled:

"Don't forget to look at your feet when you walk, I just thought you were robbed by someone. ”

He let go of his grip on the revolver, picked up the short stick, and walked back.

"......" Darkwell looked at the back of the police officer farther and farther away with a blank expression, not understanding how the other party simply believed his own false statement.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground, his brow furrowing.

I'm not a pure Rune, and these officers don't need to be pleased...... Is it working? Whether it's my strange fall, or weirdly convincing the police, it's working? Is it the one the teacher keeps, the important seal? Darkwell quickly had an idea, and walked cautiously, picking up the dice again, and stuffing it back into the tiny ring box as it was—in which, there was no room for the dice to turn.

Glancing at his owl, Darkwell picked up the copy of the newspaper he had bought, stopped a cab, and limped aboard it, heading for the "Red Theater".

In the process of the smooth driving of the vehicle, because the night had fallen, and the light of the gas street lamps on both sides was far away, he could only shine in a little, he was not in a hurry to study the ring box and the dice inside, and waited patiently until he went home.

Entering the herb shop and going up to the second floor where he lived, he lit the gas lamp and drove the foolish bird out of the room, while he sat down at his desk and double-checked the ring box and the milky dice.

Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper from the bottom compartment of the ring box, which was folded to the size of half a knuckle.

Darkwell took a silent breath and quickly unfolded the paper, revealing that there were indeed three paragraphs written in the ancient Forsak language:

"If I don't show up after the appointed three days, I must have been betrayed and arrested, so don't rush to ask the other members of the school for help, because I can't confirm who did it, and it will be very dangerous for you.

"There's only one thing you need to do, and that's to take that dice to Olavi Island and give it to Kano, the bell-ringer in the port city, where my teacher, Rejord 'Councillor', is hiding, and he'll take care of the rest of the matter.

"Don't worry I'll divulge this secret, when I'm done writing this letter, the memories will be completely gone, and I won't even remember you as an apprentice until I'm rescued, remember, try not to use that dice, it has a certain living property, the more you use it, the easier it will be to wake up, turn yourself when you're not looking, even if there's no space. When it's fixed at '1', trust me, you'll be more miserable than dying outright because you'll fail at almost everything you do, including your favorite exercise in bed. ”

Sure enough, the dice were dangerous...... Darkwell subconsciously sighed, and immediately realized that he had done something stupid with good intentions.

In order to save his teacher, Roy King, he overcame his cowardice and stayed in Byam, and sent a message for help to the members of the School of Life who knew about it.

And according to the letter, this means that he is likely to be targeted by the man who betrayed Roy King!

"Why didn't you say it sooner? No, I didn't think to buy these dice!" Darkwell raised his hands and grabbed the hair on both sides.

He didn't dare to stay here any longer, and decided to move his accommodation tonight, and decided to buy a ticket for the Black Boat tonight, and go to Olavi Island early tomorrow morning, an island on the route "Rorsted-Tuscat".

"My charms, my pistols, my bullets......" Darkwell busily counted the items that provided security, worried about his lack of combat.

He quickly had an idea, paced back and forth, and muttered:

"I've got to get a bodyguard, get a bodyguard......"

Who to invite? How much to pay? Darkwell pondered, his eyes swept over the newspaper he had brought back.

Suddenly, he thought of a wonderful bodyguard object:

Gelman Sparrow!

A powerful adventurer who can hunt down a £5,400 pirate!

If he is willing to take on this task, as long as it is not the "councilor", I should be able to reach Olawe Island without a hitch...... How can we find him? Yes! Post notices in the various bars frequented by adventurers! Darkwell nodded imperceptibly, stuffed a few items back into the suitcase he had packed earlier, took the chubby owl with him, and left the herb shop in distress once more.

............

Outside the waters of the Rorsted Islands, in a small port belonging to Rune, the Black Death rested unscrupulously, surrounded by three ships.

Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose men's shirt to put the finishing touches on a wound that had largely healed.

For a witch, there is no such thing as a pox scar.

At that moment, the blonde maid knocked on the door and walked into the captain's room with permission.

She glanced at Tracy, her face flushed, and looked away:

"Captain, there's a telegram from Byam's side to the port here.

"Misoor, uh, the third mate was killed. ”

Tracy stopped moving, her expression calmed down, and she asked hesitantly:

"Do you know who did it?"

She sent the "clever talker" Misoor to Baiam to investigate the attack, firstly to punish the other party for his dereliction of duty, and secondly, to publicize her serious injuries and lure bad intentions to attack again, not expecting any breakthrough in a short period of time.

After the demigod called the "Death Archon" by the "Ageless Witch" came to "visit", she deliberately concealed the matter, did not quickly inform Misoor, and let the punishment continue, thinking that it would be natural for the other party to investigate something, and it was not too disappointing to have it.

As for whether Misoor will be in danger, she doesn't care, which in itself is part of the punishment.

But what she didn't expect was that Misoor would be killed so quickly!

The blonde maid handed the message over and said:

"An adventurer named Gelman Sparrow, what he can confirm is that he used extraordinary abilities similar to 'Longwei'. ”

Gelman Sparrow ...... 'Longwei'...... Hehe, Zilingers will also be 'long', he should use 'wriggling hunger' to herd a 'psychiatrist' or 'hypnotist'. Tracy took the telegram, sneered twice, and muttered to herself.

She was prima facie certain that Gelman Sparrow was the enemy who attacked her disguised as Elaine, and that she was using the abilities of the "Faceling" that Ziringers was grazing.

"The 'wriggling hunger' is on him, and behind him is an ancient demigod whom his mother called the 'Archon of Death'...... Does that mean that Ziringus was killed by the 'Archon of Death'?" Tracy muttered to herself, waving her hand and sending the blonde maid away.

When the door to the captain's room closed again, she chuckled and said:

"If I were to get this out there, the organization that instructed Zillingers to assassinate Duke Negan would certainly be interested. ”

For a short time, she really had such an urge, but reason stopped her.

Because it means directly offending the "Archon of Death"!

And in the case that the other party is obviously only recognized once, the suspect who leaked the news can immediately lock her up.

When the time comes, unless I hide back with my mother, the shadow of death will hang over me at any time...... For other saints, I don't need to be so afraid, if they want to attack me, they must first be able to find me, and there will be a certain precursor, it will take a long time to come, I have enough opportunities to avoid danger, but, but that "Death Archon" can use the spirit world to travel, as long as they can determine my location, they will soon appear by my side...... Tracy bit her lip and thought in frustration.

She gave up her previous plans and decided to keep an eye on Gelman Sparrow's whereabouts, and never let go of a good opportunity when it came along!

At this time, Klein was still staying at the "Teyana" hotel, waiting for the bounty to come down.