Chapter 125 Finding an Abnormality

The windows in the bathroom are very high, and the sunlight is not enough, which can only barely dispel the darkness, and everything looks groggy.

Klein's right hand holding the "Dice of Probability" just approached the "Eye of All Black" when it suddenly trembled and threw the thing he was holding to the other side of the sink.

The milky white dice was rolled a few times, and finally it was fixed as the red 4 o'clock facing upwards.

With a not-so-obvious smile on his face, Klein took a step sideways, picked up the "Dice of Probability" again, lowered his head and asked politely:

"You don't seem to want to listen?

"In this way, give me an answer, 6 points means cooperation, and the rest means rejection."

After speaking, he threw the "Dice of Probability" upwards, and then reached out to catch it.

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

"Very good." Klein praised with a low smile.

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

Under the expectant, worried, curious, and puzzled gazes of Fat Pharmacist Darkwill and Owl Harry, he suddenly stopped and threw the "Dice of Probability" in his hand.

"Do not!"

"Do not!"

Darkwill and the owl screamed at the same time, afraid of throwing a result below 3 points, the latter even subconsciously flew up, 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 it was about to freeze at 2 o'clock.

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

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

Does his method really work? Darkwill lowered his body, staring at the strange dice on the coffee table.

After a few tens of seconds, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and offered to turn the dice over, until it reached 6 o'clock.

His palm just left, and the dice automatically returned to 4 o'clock without wind.

It's amazing... What method did Gehrman Sparrow use? Did he really pull a shit and soak the dice in it? Vomit... Darkwill decided to accept the result and stop thinking about the reason, otherwise he doubted that he would vomit it on the spot.

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

He can definitely compete with any pirate general! If a rich man encountered something like mine, he would not hesitate to ask him for half of his wealth... Fortunately, I only paid 300 pounds, and the teacher and the others will bear the rest... Darkwill thought that he would not need it within 12 hours Worried that the dice would roll wildly, he relaxed physically and mentally, couldn't help but stood up and stretched.

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

The boundless blue swayed gently, reflecting the bright and brilliant sunlight, as if it had been sprinkled with countless pieces of gold, which made Darkwill's spirit suddenly lifted, and his heart seemed to be cheerful.

Unlike Backlund, which can only warm up by the end of February, the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago have gradually gotten rid of the low temperature.

Everything grows.

Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming... After eating the bread, Klein walked to the back of Darkwell, feeling like an animal that just woke up from hibernation.

He didn't recite the poem that flashed in his mind. This is because it doesn't fit Gehrman Sparrow's personality, and the second is that there is a high probability that Darkwill will be impressed by Emperor Roselle's talent for poetry.

In the evening, without the dice being rolled, the weather changed, the wind blew, the clouds piled up, and the rainstorm was approaching.

This is the most common danger at sea. Even if you are sailing in a safe channel that has been explored before, you will encounter similar situations from time to time, but it is relatively less terrible.

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

That strong sense of oppression made him, a mid-sequence Extraordinary, obviously 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 businessmen who have lived at sea for a long time can't help awe of the "Storm Lord", more or less believe it... Klein secretly sighed.

Although he didn't think that this not too severe storm could bury the passenger ship with dual power of sail and steam, he was still cautious and prayed in a low voice to his vest "Sea God" Kavitua.

What he was afraid of was that during the storm, the "Dice of Probability" would suddenly erupt, get a 1 point, and let the ship sink to the bottom of the sea, so he simply took precautions in advance—Klein really believed in the "Snake of Destiny" Will Auceptin's Judgment, I believe that "Dice of Probability" will be quiet for about 12 hours after being intimidated for the first time, but this is the case with no other conditions attached. He believes that sealed items with the characteristics of being alive should be treated more as people rather than the incarnation of rules, and we must beware of the other party taking the opportunity to attack.

Glancing at Darkwill and Owl who were a little uneasy due to the storm, Klein said flatly:

"I'm going to take a break.

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

"Okay." After watching Gehrman Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Darkwill walked to the coffee table, sat down, stared at the dice and said to Harry the owl, "How do you feel now?"

Harry flew around and muttered:

"Why am I not Haiyan?"

In the master bedroom, Klein entered above the gray mist, and beckoned to make the "Sea God's Scepter" fly out from the pile of debris.

Holding the short staff inlaid with blue "gems" on the top, he quickly responded to his prayers.

Klein didn't expend too much spirituality to directly calm the storm. This is because he is not far away from the waters of the Rorsted Islands. Such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon can easily cause the "Sea King" Yan Kottman or the storm on board in the same domain. The priest's attention, the second is to retain the "strength" and guard against the "dice of probability".

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

For Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 Extraordinary below demigods, if they want to do similar things to a passenger ship that can carry hundreds of people, they must prepare a long time in advance, arrange extremely complicated rituals, and use up almost all of them. It can be done, but for the "Sea God" in this field, everything is easy and simple.

"The demigod really has a 'god' side..." Klein sighed, threw the scepter back into the pile of debris, and then disappeared into the gray mist without a sound.

In the following time, the ship was ups and downs, high and low, like fallen leaves in the wind, but no matter how terrifying and "tall" the dark blue waves around it were, there was no problem with it, and it came to the end of the storm smoothly.

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Thursday morning, Backlund, Williams Street.

Forsi Wall arrived here again in a carriage.

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

"There are really a lot of foreigners here, mainly Feysac and Intis people, hehe, one is a savage and burly white bear, the other is a bright and fancy rooster..." Forsi said to herself with a low smile.

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

With the intention of being worthy of Mister "World"'s reward, Forsi deliberately moved closer to check for any abnormalities.

She went around the chapel first, but found nothing.

Then, she went inside, carefully avoiding the disgusting feces and decay, and quickly inspected every corner.

Suddenly, the movement of her eyes stopped, and her brows furrowed a little.

In a certain half-collapsed corner, the ground has been excavated by someone, the potholes are not big or deep, and there are traces of fingers remaining!

This could be considered an anomaly... Fors cautiously withdrew without further investigation.

After walking the entire length of Williams Street, she immediately returned home, sorted out the abnormalities she found and recorded materials, sacrificed them to Mister Fool with a ceremony, and asked him to hand them over to The World——Forsi did not She didn't hide anything she saw, even if there was nothing wrong with them on the surface, because she knew very well that it was up to the "world" to judge whether it was abnormal, not her ignorant self.

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Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Klein directly flipped through the report submitted by Miss Magician.

"There are traces of excavation in that abandoned chapel? Miss Sharron and I have dealt with the previous ones... Who else has dug it? Raft Pound, the descendant of the Tudor family? He last time Possessed by an evil spirit, almost died, and without help, it is impossible to take another risk... Who would it be..." Klein thought for a while, but failed to locate the suspect, so he could only continue reading.

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

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

"It wasn't like this when I went to Williams Street before... Is there a newly opened Fusac and Intis company nearby?

"Fusac, Intis..."

Klein chewed on those two country names, and suddenly thought of one thing!

That is, the royal Einhorn family of the Feysac Empire and the former royal family of Intis, the Sauron family, both master the "hunter", that is, the "red priest" pathway, which is the three bloods designated by the evil spirit to release the seal Two of a kind!

In addition to the descendants of the Medici family who were destroyed in Pansi Port, the three major forces in charge of the "Red Priest" have all been involved!

"The destruction of Bansi Port caused the extraordinary characteristics of the Medici family to gather with the evil spirit suspected of being the 'Red Angel' with the help of some kind of wonderful connection, thus attracting people from the Einhorn and Sauron families?

"No, it's not realistic. If the Church of the Storms didn't discover the Extraordinary characteristics, it would definitely notice the problem...

"There is another reason? The evil spirit attracted Einhorn and the Sauron family through other means? Through what method and through whom? There are only a few people who know the existence of the evil spirit. I, Sharon Miss, and..." Suddenly, Klein thought of a possibility.

That is Rafter Pound, a descendant of the Tudor family, after being possessed by an evil spirit once, he has unknowingly become the other party's slave! Secretly helped it spread the news!

"And the evil spirit asked Miss Sharon and me for help, just to paralyze us, making us believe that only we can save it! For this reason, it did not hesitate to betray its descendants!" Klein was startled, as if he was being fooled by the evil spirit. Feel. ...

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