The bathroom window was very high, and the sunlight that came in was insufficient, barely able to dispel the darkness, making everything seem dim.

As Klein's right hand holding the "Dice of Probability" approached the "Eye of Blackness", it suddenly shook and threw the object in its hand to the other side of the sink.

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

Klein smiled slightly, took a step to the side, picked up the Probability Dice again, and asked politely, lowering his head:

"You don't seem to want to listen?

"So, give me an answer. Six means cooperation, and the rest means rejection."

After saying that, he threw the "Dice of Probability" upwards and then stretched out his palm to catch it.

The milky white dice fell straight down, rolled quickly, and let the bright red 6 point face up!

“Very good.” Klein praised with a low laugh.

After throwing the "All-Black Eye" back onto the gray fog, he turned around, opened the bathroom door, and slowly walked back to the living room.

Under the expectant, worried, curious and puzzled gazes of the fat pharmacist Darkwill and the owl Harry, he suddenly stopped and threw the "Dice of Probability" in his hand.

"No!"

"No!"

Darkwill and Owl screamed at the same time, fearing the result of throwing less than 3 points. The latter subconsciously flew up to get away from the fat man who might be struck by lightning.

With the crisp sound of touching, the milky white dice rolled continuously on the coffee table and was about to freeze at 2 points.

Just as Darkwill's face turned pale, the dice began to spin lazily again, and finally the 4 was facing up.

"It will be relatively quiet within 12 hours." Klein sat down calmly and began to enjoy his lunch, which had already turned cold.

Is his method really effective? Darkwill crouched down, staring at the strange dice on the coffee table.

After dozens of seconds, he couldn't help but reach out and flip the dice over, and it turned to 6.

As soon as his palm left, the dice rolled back to 4 without any wind.

It was amazing... What method did Gehrman Sparrow use? Did he really poop and soak the dice in it? Ugh... Darkwill decided to accept the result and stop thinking about the reason, otherwise he suspected that he would vomit on the spot.

Looking up at Gehrman Sparrow who was quietly applying the cream, Darkwill suddenly felt that 1,000 pounds and a promise to hire a bodyguard of this level was really a good deal!

He can definitely be compared with any pirate general! If a rich man encounters a situation like mine, he would not hesitate to hire him with half of his wealth... Fortunately, I only paid 300 pounds, and the rest will be borne by the teachers... Darkwill thought that he would not have to worry about the dice rolling for 12 hours, and his body and mind relaxed. He couldn't help but stand up and stretch.

He walked to the window and pushed open the tightly closed window, only to see that the clouds outside were sparse and the sky was high and the sea was vast.

The boundless blue sky swayed gently, reflecting the bright sunshine, as if it was sprinkled with countless golden fragments, which suddenly lifted Darkwill's spirits and made his heart seem cheerful.

Unlike Backlund, where the temperature did not rise until the end of February, the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago had gradually gotten rid of the low temperature and everything was growing.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming... After eating his bread, Klein walked to the side and behind Darkwill. He felt like an animal that had just awakened from hibernation.

He did not recite the poem that flashed through his mind. First, it was inconsistent with Gehrman Sparrow’s character, and second, it would most likely make Darkwill sigh at Emperor Roselle’s talent for poetry.

At night, without the dice being rolled, the weather changed, strong winds blew, dark clouds formed, and heavy rain was about to come.

This is the most common danger at sea. Even if you are sailing in a safe waterway that has been explored by previous people, you will encounter similar situations from time to time, but they are relatively less scary.

Klein looked at the surging waves and the dark sky, and found that the ship seemed to be sailing in a valley, with high, dark blue "cliffs" on both sides that seemed to collapse at any time.

The strong sense of oppression made this Middle-Sequence Beyonder visibly depressed. He even wanted to pray to the gods, hoping that the cruise ship would be safe and sound in this storm.

No wonder sailors, pirates, and merchants who have lived on the sea for a long time are all in uncontrollable awe of the "Lord of Storms" and believe in him to some extent... Klein sighed inwardly.

Although he did not think that this not-so-severe storm could bury a passenger ship powered by both sail and steam, he still erred on the side of caution and prayed in a low voice to his vest, "Poseidon" Kalvetuwa.

What he feared was that in a storm, the "Dice of Probability" would suddenly explode, causing a 1 point and sinking the ship to the bottom of the sea, so he simply took precautions in advance. Klein did believe in the judgment of "Snake of Fate" Will Auceptin, and believed that the "Dice of Probability" would be quiet for about 12 hours after being threatened for the first time, but this was without other additional conditions. He believed that the sealed objects with living characteristics should be treated as people rather than the embodiment of rules, and he must be wary of the other party taking advantage of the opportunity to attack.

Klein glanced at Darkwill and Owl, who were a little worried about the storm, and said calmly:

“I’m going to take a break.

"Keep staring at the dice, take turns, and don't relax."

"Okay." After watching Gehrman Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Darkwill walked to the coffee table and sat down. While staring at the dice, he said to Owl Harry, "What do you think now?"

Harry flew around and muttered:

“Why am I not Haiyan?”

In the master bedroom, Klein entered the gray fog and waved his hand to make the "Poseidon's Scepter" fly out from the pile of debris.

He took the short staff with a blue "gem" on the top and quickly responded to his own prayer.

Klein did not expend too much spiritual energy to calm the storm directly. One reason was that he was not far from the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago. Such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon would easily attract the attention of the "Sea King" Yan Cotman in the same field or the Storm Priest on the ship. The other reason was that he had to retain his "strength" and guard against the "Dice of Probability".

What he did was very simple, which was to add layer upon layer of extraordinary effects to the ship, allowing it to sail steadily in heavy rain and wind and waves without capsizing.

For Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 Beyonders below the rank of Demigod, if they wanted to do something similar with a passenger ship that could carry hundreds of people, they would have to prepare a long time in advance, arrange extremely complex rituals, and almost exhaust all their energy before they could complete it. But for the "Sea God" in this realm, everything was easy and simple.

"The demigod has indeed developed a 'god' side..." Klein sighed and threw the scepter back into the pile of debris. He then disappeared silently into the gray fog.

In the following time, the ship rose and fell, high and low, like fallen leaves in the wind, but no matter how terrible and "majestic" the surrounding deep blue waves were, it had no problems and arrived at the end of the storm smoothly.

…………

Thursday morning, Williams Street, Backlund.

Folthwall arrived here again by carriage.

She did not sit in the cafe again, but walked slowly along the street, looking at the passers-by and the surrounding buildings, and from time to time recording distinctive characters as material for her novel.

"There are really a lot of foreigners here, mostly from Feysac and Intis. Haha, one is a wild and burly white bear, and the other is a bright and fancy rooster..." Fors laughed softly and muttered to herself.

At this time, she came to the middle of Williams Street, where there was an abandoned chapel, covered with withered vines inside and outside, and gray stones scattered everywhere.

In order to live up to Mr. World's reward, Fors moved closer to check if there was anything unusual.

She walked around the chapel first but found nothing.

Then she went inside, carefully avoiding the disgusting feces and rot, and quickly examined every corner.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped moving and her brows frowned little by little.

In a half-collapsed corner, the ground had been dug by someone, the potholes were not big or deep, and there were traces of remaining fingers!

This is an anomaly... Fors withdrew cautiously without conducting a more detailed investigation.

After walking along the entire Williams Street, she immediately returned home, sorted out the anomalies she found and the recorded materials, and offered them to Mr. Fool in a ritual, asking Him to pass them on to the World. Fors did not hide anything she saw, even if there was nothing wrong with them on the surface, because she knew very well that whether there was an anomaly should be judged by the World, not herself who did not understand the situation.

…………

Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.

Klein directly flipped through the report submitted by Miss Magician.

"Are there traces of excavation in that abandoned chapel? Miss Sharon and I have already handled the previous ones... Who else has dug it? The descendant of the Tudor family, Raft Pound? He was possessed by an evil spirit last time and almost died. Without help, it is unlikely that he would take the risk again... Who could it be..." Klein thought for a while, but failed to identify the suspect, so he could only continue reading.

Looking at those records with beautiful language, he keenly discovered a problem:

"There are quite a few foreigners on this street, mainly people from Feysac and Intis...

“It wasn’t like this when I went to Williams Street before… Are there new companies like Feysac and Intis opening nearby?

“Feysac, Intis…”

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

That is, the royal family of the Feysac Empire, the Einhorn family, and the former royal family of Intis, the Soren family, both mastered the "Hunter", that is, the "Red Priest" path, which is two of the three types of blood designated by the evil spirit to lift the seal!

Together with the descendants of the Medici family that were destroyed in the Port of Bansi, the three major forces that control the "Red Priest" have all been involved!

"The destruction of Bansi Harbor caused the extraordinary characteristics of the Medici family to be concentrated on the evil spirit suspected to be the 'Red Angel' through some mysterious connection, thus attracting people from the Einhorn and Soren families?

"No, this is not realistic. If the Church of Storms had not discovered the Beyonder characteristics, they would have definitely noticed this problem...

"Is there another reason? Did the evil spirit attract the Einhorn and Soran family members through other means? How? Through whom? Only a few people know about the existence of the evil spirit: me, Miss Sharon, and..." As his thoughts raced, Klein suddenly thought of a possibility.

That is, after being possessed by an evil spirit, Raft Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family, had unknowingly become its slave! He secretly helped it spread the news!

"The evil spirit asked Miss Sharon and me for help only to paralyze us and make us believe that only we can save it! For this, it even sold out its own descendants!" Klein was shocked and felt as if he had been fooled by the evil spirit.