The windows in the bathroom were so high that the sunlight was not shining enough, and the darkness could barely be dispelled, and everything looked groggy.

Klein's right hand holding the "Probability Dice" was just approaching the "Black Eye" when he suddenly shook and threw the object he was holding to the other side of the sink.

The milky white dice rolled a few times, and finally settled on the red 4 points upwards.

With a not-so-obvious smile, Crane took a step sideways, picked up the "Probability Dice" again, and asked politely:

"You don't seem to want to listen?

"In this way, give me an answer, 6 points indicate cooperation, and the rest of the delegates refuse. ”

After speaking, he threw the "probability dice" upwards, and then stretched out his palm to catch it.

The milky white dice fell straight down and rolled around quickly, so that the bright red 6 points were face up!

"Good. Crane chuckled and praised.

After throwing the "Eyes of All Black" back above the gray mist, he turned and opened the bathroom door and walked slowly back to the living room.

In the expectant, worried, curious, and confused eyes of the fat pharmacist Darkwell and the owl Harry, he suddenly stopped and threw the "probability dice" in his hand.

"No!"

"No!"

Darkwell and the owl screamed at the same time, afraid of throwing a result of less than 3 points, and the latter subconsciously flew away, away from the fat man who might have been struck by lightning.

In the crisp touch, the milky white dice rolled continuously on the coffee table, about to freeze to 2 o'clock.

Just as Darkwell's face turned pale, the dice spun lazily again, and finally 4 o'clock was upward.

"For 12 hours, it will be relatively quiet. Klein sat down calmly and began to enjoy his lunch, which had already become cold.

Did his solution really work? Darkwell lowered his body and stared at the strange dice on the coffee table.

After dozens of seconds, he couldn't help but reach out and took the initiative to help the dice turn over and turn it to 6 o'clock.

As soon as his palms left, the dice were windless and automatic, and it was back at 4 o'clock.

It's amazing...... What did Gelman Sparrow do? Did he really poop and dip the dice in? Vomit...... Darkwell decided to accept the result and stop thinking about the reason, or he suspected that he would throw up on the spot.

Looking up at Gelman Sparrow, who was quietly applying cream, Darkwell suddenly felt that 1,000 pounds and a bodyguard who promised to hire a bodyguard of this level was too good a deal!

If a rich man encounters something like mine, he will not hesitate to ask him for half his wealth...... Luckily, I only paid 300 pounds, and the teachers took care of the rest...... Thinking that he would not have to worry about rolling the dice for 12 hours, Darkwell felt relaxed physically and mentally, and couldn't help but stand up and stretch.

He walked to the window, pushed open the closed window, and saw that the clouds were sparse outside, and the sky was high and the sea was wide.

The boundless blue swayed gently, reflecting the bright sunshine, as if it had been sprinkled into countless gold fragments, which made Darkwell's spirit suddenly lift, and his heart seemed to be cheerful.

Unlike Beckland, which only warms up at the end of February, the waters of the Rorsted Islands have gradually shaken off the low temperatures, and everything is growing.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming...... Klein, who had eaten the bread, walked behind Darkwell's side, only to feel like an animal that had just woken up from hibernation.

He didn't pronounce the poem that flashed in his mind, which was not in line with the character of Gelman Sparrow, and secondly, it was likely to make Darkwell feel the poetic talent of Russell the Great.

In the evening, with the dice still not turning, the weather changed, with strong winds, dark clouds, and a rainstorm approaching.

This is the most common danger at sea, and even if you sail on a safe course that has been explored before, you will encounter similar situations from time to time, but it is less terrifying.

Crane looked at the high waves and the dull sky, and saw that the ship seemed to be traveling through a valley, flanked by high deep blue "cliffs" that could collapse at any time.

That strong sense of oppression made him, an extraordinary person in the middle sequence, obviously depressed, and even wanted to pray to the gods, hoping that the passenger ship would be safe in this storm.

It is no wonder that sailors, pirates, and merchants who have lived on the seas for a long time have been in awe of the "Lord of the Storm" with uncontrollable reverence, more or less trust...... Klein sighed to himself.

Although he didn't think that this storm was too strong to bury a passenger ship powered by sails and steam, he was still cautious and whispered a prayer to his waistcoat, "Poseidon" Kavituwa.

What he was afraid of was that in the middle of a storm, the "Dice of Chance" would suddenly explode and make a 1 point sink the ship to the bottom of the sea, so he simply took precautions in advance - Klein did trust the judgment of Will Onsetin, the "Serpent of Fate", and believed that the "Dice of Chance" would be quiet for about 12 hours after being intimidated for the first time, but this was without other strings attached. He believes that seals with living characteristics should be treated as human beings rather than the embodiment of rules, and that they must be guarded against the other party taking advantage of the opportunity to make trouble.

Glancing at Darkwell and the owl, who were a little apprehensive about the storm, Klein said flatly:

"I'm going to take a break.

"You continue to stare at the dice, take turns, and you can't relax. ”

"Good. After seeing Gelman Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Darkwell walked over to the coffee table, sat down, and said to Harry the Owl while staring at the dice, "How do you feel now?"

Harry flew around and muttered:

"Why am I not a petrel?"

In the master bedroom, Crane stepped into the gray mist and beckoned the "Poseidon Scepter" to fly out of the clutter.

He took the short staff, which was inlaid with a blue "jewel" on the top, and quickly responded to his prayer.

Klein did not expend too much spirit to directly calm the storm, this is because he is not far away from the waters of the Rorsted Islands, so such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon can easily attract the attention of the "Sea King" Arne Courtman or the ship's Storm Priest, and the second is to retain "strength" and guard against the "dice of probability".

What he did was simple, he added layer after layer of extraordinary effects to the ship, so that it could sail steadily in the wind and waves in the torrential rain without capsizing.

For the Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 extraordinaries below the demigod, if they want to do something similar to a passenger ship that can carry hundreds of people, they must prepare for a long time in advance, arrange extremely complicated rituals, and almost exhaust them before it can be completed, but for the "sea god" in this field, everything is easy and simple.

"The demigods already have a 'god' side......" Crane sighed, tossed the scepter back into the clutter pile, and disappeared into the gray mist without a sound.

For the rest of the day, the ship rose and fell, high and low, like fallen leaves in the wind, but no matter how terrible and "majestic" the deep blue waves around it, it did not have any problems, and it came to the end of the storm smoothly.

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

Thursday morning, Beckland, Williams Street.

Furth Walls arrived here again by horse-drawn carriage.

Instead of sitting in a café, she walked slowly along the street, surveying the pedestrians and the surrounding buildings, and from time to time she recorded characteristic characters as material.

"There are really a lot of foreigners here, still mainly Fusak and Intis, hehe, one is a savage and burly white bear, the other is a bright and fancy rooster......" Furth chuckled and muttered to himself.

By this time, she had come to the middle of Williams Street, where there was an abandoned chapel covered with withered vines and gray stones scattered here and there.

In the spirit of being worthy of Mr. "World's" payment, Forth deliberately leaned over to check if there was anything abnormal.

She walked around the chapel first, but found nothing.

Then, she stepped inside, carefully avoiding disgusting feces and decay, and quickly surveyed every nook and cranny.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped, and her brow furrowed.

In a semi-collapsed corner, the ground has been dug by someone for some reason, the potholes are not big or deep, and there are traces of residual fingers!

This is an anomaly, isn't it...... Forthth cautiously withdrew without a more detailed investigation.

Immediately after walking the entire length of Williams Street, she returned home, put together the anomalies she had found and the recorded materials, and offered them to Mr. "Fool" in a ritual, asking him to pass them on to the "world" - Foirth did not hide anything she saw, even if there was nothing wrong with them on the surface, because she knew very well that the "world" was to judge whether or not the anomaly was to be judged, not by herself who did not know the situation.

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

Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Klein looked directly through the report submitted by Miss "The Magician".

"Are there excavations in that abandoned chapel? Miss Sharon and I have already disposed of the previous ones...... Who had dug it up? Raft Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family? He was possessed by an evil spirit last time and almost died, and it is unlikely that he will take any more risks without help...... Who could it be......" Klein thought for a while, failing to locate the suspect, so he could only continue reading.

Looking at those records with great linguistic beauty, he keenly found a problem:

"There are quite a few foreigners on this street, mainly Vrsack and Intis......

"It wasn't like that when I went to Williams Street before...... Have a new company nearby in Fursack and Intis?

"Fursac, Intis ......"

Klein chewed on the two country names and suddenly thought of something!

That is, the royal family of the Vorsack Empire, the Einhorn family, and the former royal family of Intis, the Sauron family, both hold the "Hunter", that is, the "Red Priest" path, which is two of the three bloods designated by the evil spirit to break the seal!

Together with the descendants of the Medici family who were destroyed in Bansey Harbor, the three major forces that control the "Red Priest" are all involved!

"The destruction of Bansey Harbor has led to the extraordinary traits of the Medici family being concentrated in the evil spirits suspected of being 'Red Angels' through some strange connection, thus attracting the people of Einhorn and the Saurons?

"No, that's not realistic, and the Church of the Storm would have noticed this if it hadn't discovered the extraordinary trait......

"There is another reason? The evil spirit attracted the people of Einhorn and the Sauron family in other ways, by what means, through whom? There are only a few who know that the evil spirit exists, me, Miss Sharon, and ......" The thought suddenly turned to Klein for a possibility.

That is, Raft Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family, has unknowingly become a slave of the other party after being possessed by an evil spirit!

"And the evil spirit has asked me and Miss Sharon for help, just to paralyze us and make us believe that only we can save it!

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Nine Heavenly God Emperors