Darkwill lay there, forgetting to stand up for a moment, his mind seemed to be blank.

Ever since he matured, he had basically never encountered this kind of thing where he tripped over himself. This was even more so after he took the magic potion and enhanced all aspects of his body. But today he fell down inexplicably, which was simply incomprehensible.

Did he step on something just now? Darkwill suddenly came to his senses, propped himself up with his hands, turned over and stood up, pretending that he was not the one who fell just now.

He looked left and right but didn't find anything strange on the ground. Full of doubts, he took a few steps forward with difficulty and picked up the milky white dice.

At this moment, a patrolling police officer seemed to notice something unusual here, and he trotted over with a short stick in his hand and his revolver on.

Seeing this, the fat pharmacist Darkwill suddenly became worried, wondering if he had stepped into a trap:

"They arrested the old man, but they never came to look for me. Are they secretly monitoring him, waiting for me to find clues?

“Now that I’ve got this weird dice, they’re eager to come out?

"The official Beyonder is here to arrest me?"

Darkwill's first instinct was to turn around and run, but he had fallen so hard that his knees ached, and for a moment he could only take small steps.

Seeing the patrol officers getting closer and closer, Darkwill wanted to run but couldn't. In his mind, he suddenly imagined an underground prison, an environment with only candlelight, and a Beyonder who was imprisoned next to him but was panting heavily in the darkness like a monster...

"What happened?" The patrolling police officer asked cautiously from a certain distance, holding his pistol.

Darkwill was suddenly overwhelmed with uncontrollable fear. With a flick of his wrist, the milky white dice he had just picked up fell to the ground again and rolled over several times.

This time the red six is ​​facing upwards.

Facing the police officer's scrutiny, Darkwill replied with a trembling voice:

"I stepped on a damn banana peel and fell."

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart skipped a beat, because there was no banana peel on the ground at all.

Damn, I was too nervous. I might as well just say that I tripped myself... Darkwill thought in annoyance.

He decided to summon the owl that was perched on the roof opposite and prepare for his death throes.

The patrolling police officer took a look and chuckled:

"Don't forget to watch your steps when you walk. I thought you were robbed just now."

He released his hand that was pressing on the revolver, picked up the short stick, and walked back.

"..." Darkwill looked at the police officer's back in bewilderment, not understanding why the other party simply believed his false statements.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground, his brows gradually furrowed.

I'm not a pure Loenese, so I don't need to please these policemen... Is it working? Whether it's my strange fall or my strange persuasion of the policemen, it's all working? Is it the one that the teacher kept, the important sealed object? Darkwill quickly made an association, walked forward cautiously, picked up the dice again, and put it back into the tiny ring box as it was - there was no room for the dice to turn inside.

After giving his owl a wink, Darkwill picked up the copy of the News he had bought earlier, hailed a horse-drawn carriage, and limped into it, heading for the Red Theater.

As the vehicle drove steadily, night had fallen and the light from the gas street lamps on both sides was far away, only a little light could shine in. He did not rush to study the ring box and the dice inside, but waited patiently until he got home.

He entered the herbal medicine shop and went up to the living quarters on the second floor. He lit the gas wall lamp, drove Silly Bird out of the room, and sat down at the desk, repeatedly checking the ring box and the milky white dice.

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

Darkwill took a breath silently and quickly unfolded the paper. He found that there were indeed three paragraphs of text written in the ancient Feysac language:

“If I haven’t shown up three days after the agreed time, I must have been betrayed and captured. So, don’t rashly ask other members of the school for help, because I can’t confirm who did it, which will put you in great danger.

"There is only one thing you need to do, and that is to take the dice to Oravi Island and hand it over to Kano, the bell ringer in the port city. My teacher, Councillor Rejord, is hiding there, and he will take care of the rest.

"Don't worry that I will reveal this secret. When I finish writing this letter, all related memories will disappear completely. I will not even remember you as my apprentice until I am rescued. Remember, try not to use the dice. It has certain living properties. The more you use it, the easier it will wake up and rotate itself when you are not paying attention, even if there is no space. When it is fixed at '1', please believe me, you will suffer more than direct death, because you will fail in almost everything you do, including your favorite ** sports."

As expected, this dice is very dangerous... Darkwill sighed subconsciously, and then realized that he had done something stupid with good intentions.

In order to save his teacher Roy King, he overcame his fear and stayed in Bayam, and sent a message for help to the members of the School of Life who knew him.

And based on the content of the letter, this means that he is likely to be targeted by the person who betrayed Roy King!

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? No, why didn’t I think of buying this dice earlier!” Darkwill raised his hands and grabbed the hair on both sides.

He didn't dare to stay here any longer, so he decided to move tonight, buy a black ship ticket tonight, and head to Oravi Island early tomorrow morning - an island on the "Rorsted Archipelago-Toscat" route.

"My spells, my pistol, my bullets..." Darkwill was busy counting the items that could provide a sense of security, worrying about his lack of sufficient fighting power.

He quickly came up with an idea, and paced back and forth, muttering:

"I need to hire a bodyguard, a bodyguard..."

Who should I invite? How much should I spend? As Darkwill pondered, he glanced at the copy of the News he brought back.

Suddenly, he thought of a perfect bodyguard:

Gehrman Sparrow!

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

If he is willing to take this mission, as long as the "councilor" does not take action, I should be able to reach Oravi Island smoothly...How can I find him? Yes! Post notices in various bars frequented by adventurers! Darkwill nodded slightly, stuffed a few items back into the suitcase he had packed before, took the chubby owl, and left the herbal medicine shop again with a distressed look on his face.

…………

Outside the waters of the Rhoside Archipelago, in a small port belonging to Loen, the Black Death was parked there without any scruples, surrounded by three ships.

"Lieutenant General of Disease" Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, put on a loose men's shirt and did the final treatment for her wounds that had basically healed.

For a witch, there is no such thing as acne scars.

At this time, the blonde maid knocked on the door and walked into the captain's room after getting permission.

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

"Captain, a telegram from Bayam has been sent to the port here.

"Misor, um, the third mate was killed."

Tracy stopped moving, her expression became serious, and she asked hesitantly:

"Do you know who did this?"

She sent the "Trickster" Mithor to Bayam to investigate the attack. First, she wanted to punish him for his negligence, and second, she wanted to publicize her own serious injuries to lure those with bad intentions to attack again. She did not expect Mithor to make any breakthroughs in a short period of time.

After the demigod called "Archon of Death" by the "Immortal Witch" came to "visit", she deliberately concealed the matter and did not quickly inform Misor, allowing the punishment to continue, thinking that it would be good if the other party could find out something, and it would not be too disappointing if he didn't.

As for whether Misor would be in danger, she didn't care, as this was part of the punishment.

But what she didn't expect was that Misor was killed so quickly!

The blonde maid handed over the message and said:

"An adventurer named Gehrman Sparrow. It can be confirmed that he used a Beyonder ability similar to Dragon Might."

"German Sparrow... 'Dragon Power'... Haha, Qi Lingos also knows 'Dragon Power'. He should have used 'Creeping Hunger' to herd a 'psychologist' or 'hypnotist'." Tracy took the telegram, sneered twice, and talked to herself.

She was initially certain that Gehrman Sparrow was the enemy who disguised himself as Elaine and attacked her, and that he was using the ability of the "Faceless Man" that Qi Lingos had herded.

"'Creeping Hunger' is in him, and behind him is an ancient demigod called 'Archon of Death' by my mother... Does this mean that Qilingos was killed by that 'Archon of Death'?" Tracy muttered to herself silently and waved her hand to send the blonde maid away.

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

"If I leak this information, the organization that ordered Qi Lingos to assassinate Duke Nigan will definitely be very interested."

For a brief moment, she really had such an impulse, but reason stopped her.

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

And when the other party is obviously recognized only once, the suspect who leaked the information can immediately identify her.

By then, unless I hide back to my mother, I will be shrouded in the shadow of death at any time... I don’t need to be so afraid of other saints. If they want to attack me, they must first be able to find me, and there will be certain signs, and it will take a long time to come. I have enough opportunities to avoid danger, but, that "Archon of Death" can use the spirit world to travel, as long as he can determine my location, he will soon appear by my side... Tracy bit her lip and thought frustratedly.

She gave up her previous plan and decided to just keep an eye on Gehrman Sparrow's whereabouts. Once a good opportunity arose, she would never let it go!

At this time, Klein was still staying in the "Teyana" Hotel, waiting for the bounty to come.