The bathroom windows were very high, and the sun was insufficient to shine, so it could only barely dispel the darkness, and everything seemed drowsy.

Klein's right hand holding the "Die of Probability" approached the "Eye of All Blackness" when he suddenly shook and threw the thing he held on the other side of the toilet.

The milky white dice rolled a few times, and finally it was frozen to the red 4 points facing upwards.

Klein took a step sideways with a less obvious smile, picked up the "Dice of Probability" again, and asked with a gentle and gentle look:

“You don’t seem to want to listen?

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

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 and rolled around quickly, making the bright red 6 dots face upwards!

"Very good." Klein laughed and praised.

After throwing the "Eye of All Black" back into the grey fog, he turned around and opened the door of the bathroom and walked slowly back to the living room.

With the fat pharmacist Duckwell and Harry the Owl who were both expectant, worried, curious and puzzled, he suddenly stopped and threw out the "die of probability" in his hand.

"No!"

"No!"

Duckwell and the Owl screamed at the same time, afraid of throwing the result below 3 points. The latter subconsciously flew away from the fat man who might have been struck by lightning.

In the crisp touching sound, the milky white dice rolled continuously on the coffee table, and was about to be fixed at 2 o'clock.

Just as Duckwell's face turned pale, the dice turned lazily again and finally turned up at 4 o'clock.

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

His method is really useful? Darkwell lowered his body and stared at the strange dice on the coffee table.

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

His palm just left, and the dice was automatically windless, and it was back to 4 o'clock.

It's so magical... What method did German Sparo use? Did he really take a feces and soak the dice in it? Vomit...Duckwell decided to accept the result and stop thinking about the reason, otherwise he would suspect that he would vomit it out on the spot.

Looking up at German Sparo who was quietly applying cream, Duckwell suddenly felt that 1,000 pounds and a promise to hire a bodyguard of this level was really cost-effective!

He can definitely be called together with any pirate general! If a rich man encounters something like me, he will not hesitate to take half of his wealth to him... Fortunately, I only paid 300 pounds, and the rest will be borne by the teacher and the others...Duckwell thought that he would not have to worry about the dice rolling around within 12 hours, and his body and mind were relaxed, so he couldn't help but stand up and stretched.

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

The boundless blue swayed gently, reflecting the bright and brilliant sunshine, as if countless pieces of gold were sprinkled in it. This made Darkwell suddenly feel refreshed and his heart seemed to be cheerful.

Unlike Beckland, which will not recover until the end of February, the waters of the Rosd Islands have gradually escaped from the low temperatures and everything has grown.

Facing the sea, spring is blooming... Klein, who had eaten bread, walked to the back of Duckwell, and felt that he was like an animal that had just woken up from hibernation and dormant.

He did not read the poem that flashed through his mind instantly. This was not in line with German Sparrow's character, and the second was that it was likely that Darkwell would sigh at the poetry talent of Emperor Rossell.

At night, the weather changed without the dice turning, with strong winds storms, dark clouds scattered, and heavy rain was coming.

This is the most common danger at sea. Even if you navigate the safe channel that your predecessors have explored, you will encounter similar situations from time to time, but it is relatively not that scary.

Klein looked at the high waves and the dizzy sky and found that the ship seemed to be marching in the valley, with high deep blue "cliffs" on both sides that could collapse at any time.

The strong sense of oppression made him, the extraordinary person in the middle sequence, obviously become depressed, and even wanted to pray to the gods, hoping that the passenger 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 will be in awe of the "Lord of the Storm" in a difficult situation, and believe it more or less... Klein sighed secretly.

Although he did not think that this not-so-hard storm could bury the passenger ship with dual power both sails and steam, he was cautious and whispered to pray to his vest, "Sea God" Kavetuva.

What he was afraid of was that in the storm, the "Dice of Probability" suddenly broke out, and made a point to make the ship sink to the bottom of the sea, so he simply made precautions in advance Klein indeed believed in the "Snake of Destiny" Will Ansitin's judgment, believing that the "Dice of Probability" would be quiet for about 12 hours after being intimidated for the first time, but this was without other additional conditions. He believed that seals with the characteristics of living should be treated as human beings rather than incarnations of rules, and he must be wary of the other party taking the opportunity to attack.

After looking at Duckwell and the Owl who were a little nervous due to the storm, Klein said calmly:

“I’ll go and have a rest.

"You keep staring at the dice, take turns to come, and can't relax."

"Okay." After watching Geerman Sparo enter the master bedroom, Duckwell walked to the coffee table, sat down, staring at the dice and said to Harry the owl, "What do you think now?"

Harry flew around and mumbled:

"Why am I not Haiyan?"

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

He quickly responded to his prayer with the short staff with blue "gems" embedded on the top.

Klein did not consume too much spirituality to directly calm the storm. This is because he has not yet been far away from the waters of the Rothed Islands. Such obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomena can easily attract the attention of "Nether of Sea" Yarn, Cotterman, or the storm priest on the ship in the same field. Second, he must retain "power" and beware of "probability dice".

What he did was very simple, which was to add layers of extraordinary effects to the ship, so that it could sail steadily in the storm and wind and waves without overturning.

For the extraordinary people of Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 below Demigod, if you want to do similar things on a passenger ship that can carry hundreds of people, you must prepare a long time in advance, arrange extremely complex rituals, and almost consume them, before it can be completed. However, for the "Sea God" in this field, everything is easy and simple.

"The demigod really has the 'god' side..." Klein sighed, threw the scepter back to the pile of debris, and then disappeared silently on the gray fog.

In the following time, the ships rose and fell, high and low, like fallen leaves in the wind, but no matter how terrible or majestic the deep blue waves around them were, they had no problems and came to the end of the storm smoothly.

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Thursday morning, Williams Street, Bakerland.

Forth Wall arrived here again in a carriage.

Instead of sitting in the cafe, she walked slowly along the street, looking at the pedestrians and surrounding buildings, and recording distinctive characters from time to time as the material of the novel.

"There are really many foreigners here, mainly Fsak and Intis people. Haha, one is a barbaric and burly white bear, and the other is a bright and fancy rooster..." Fors smiled and said to himself.

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

With the intention of being worthy of Mr. "The World", Fors moved closer to see if there were any abnormalities.

She first walked around the church and found nothing.

Then she entered, carefully avoiding disgusting feces and decays, and quickly looked at every corner.

Suddenly, the movement of her eyes paused, and her brows frowned a little.

In a semi-collapsed corner, I don’t know who dug the ground. The potholes are not big or deep, and there are traces of fingers left!

This is an abnormality... Forsy withdrew cautiously and did not conduct more detailed investigations.

After walking the full Williams Street, she immediately returned home, sorted out the abnormalities found and the recorded materials, and sacrificed them to Mr. Fool by rituals, asking him to hand them over to the "world" Fors without hiding anything she saw, even if there was no problem on the surface, because she knew very well whether the abnormalities should be judged by the "world", rather than herself who did not understand the situation.

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Above the gray fog, inside the ancient palace.

Klein directly looked through the report submitted by Miss Magician.

"There are traces of excavation in that abandoned church? The one I and I have dealt with... Who has dug? The descendant of the Tudor family of Raft Pond? He was possessed by evil spirits last time and almost died. Without help, it is unlikely that he would take risks again... Who would it be..." Klein thought for a while, but failed to lock in the suspect, so he could only continue reading.

Looking at those records with very linguistic beauty, he keenly discovered a problem:

“There are many foreigners on this street, mainly Fsaks and Intis…

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

"Fosak, Intis..."

Klein was chewing on the names of the two countries and suddenly thought of something!

That is, the Einhorn family of the Fsak Empire and the Soren family of the former royal family of Intis, both mastered the "hunter", that is, the "red priest", which are two of the three bloods designated by the evil spirit to unseal!

In addition to the devastated Medic family of Bansy Port, all three major forces that control the "Red Priests" have been involved!

"The destruction of Port Bansy led to the extraordinary nature of the Medic family gathering the evil spirits suspected of "Red Angels" with the help of some wonderful connection, which attracted people from Einhorn and Soren's family?

"No, this is not very realistic. If the Storm Church did not find extraordinary characteristics, it would definitely notice this problem...

"There is another reason? The evil spirit attracted people from the Einhorn and the Soren family through other ways? Through what and who did they pass? There are only a few who know that the evil spirit exists, I, Miss Sharon, and..." As the thoughts turned sharply, Klein suddenly thought of a possibility.

That is, after Raft Pond, a descendant of the Tudor family was possessed by evil spirits once, he became the other party's slave without realizing it! He secretly spread the news for it!
Chapter completed!