Chapter 243: Fate Gambling

Considering that the meat was still fresh and that there were no other bodies missing in Gevo recently, its identity could only be the long-lost adopted son of Father Louis.

Clayton squatted beside the body and asked Julius: "How did you find him?"

"Well, you must not have noticed the bodies of these little bugs."

Julius poked the soil with a bone, and some particles and fragments that were inconsistent with the color of the soil were turned out.

"Mortal beetles like to lay eggs in corpses. When they crawl in and out, they leave some holes in the ground. It's still winter now, and some old bugs died in the soil. These are their remains."

Clayton looked at it and stopped looking.

In fact, Sevan's body meant nothing to them. They knew he was dead a long time ago, and this young man had never met them.

But its existence itself explained something.

"There are some bite marks on the body, but it doesn't look like" Clayton paused: "The monster did it."

He turned the body over, and there were too many cracks and tear marks on the wounds, as well as perforations caused by tiny fangs. The monster described by Adelaide was very large. To match its eating method, its bite force should not be so weak, which is not as strong as his human form.

"What does this mean?"

"It means that the monster that killed him did not eat him."

Now it was Julius' turn to not understand.

This feeling was really unpleasant. He sighed deeply, hung his right hand, which was already bandaged, in front of his chest, and bowed to Clayton gracefully but laboriously.

"Please explain to me, a dull man, what does this mean?"

His voice suddenly became sweet and greasy, making Clayton feel sick.

"Damn it, can you be normal?"

Julius recovered in a second.

"Then tell me quickly."

"It means that the monster that killed him does not need food, or it does not eat people."

Putting aside all moral ethics, humans themselves are a kind of meat that is particularly easy to obtain. When they grow to a certain age, they will feed themselves, supplement their bodies with various nutrients, and find herbs to treat themselves. They don't need to worry about the creatures that prey on them.

The richness of salt is also a huge advantage that is hard to find in nature.

Once the beasts have tasted this delicacy, it is difficult to forget it. Even if they are not hungry when they kill humans, they will definitely hide the body and enjoy it slowly.

". Or it is no longer here."

Clayton stopped here and retracted his point of view: "I don't think this is likely. It should still be around. If it is not the beast attracted by misfortune, then I would suspect it is Quoke, because the characteristics he shows are very similar to those of a shapeshifter. Dark descendants with similar appearances to humans will certainly have a grudge against the behavior of preying on humans."

The wizard curled his lips, and Barbara's existence could refute Clayton's point of view.

"You should bury the body first, and then notify Louis when you go back-don't look at me, just you go, I don't want to revolve around a priest every day."

Clayton snorted coldly: "As if I think."

He and Louis have no gaps, but recently there are some things in the priest that disgust him that are sprouting, which did not exist when they first met.

Clayton was not sure what it was, he just felt that it might hurt him.

Of course, the two people still had to be polite when they actually met. This had nothing to do with Louis's opinion, he just didn't like to do anything rude.

Seeing Clayton's expression, Julius looked as expected: "You don't like him, right? Then at least we have reached a consensus - let your little girl tell him that the evangelicals are still kind to humans."

Clayton said nothing more, he sent the corpse back to the pit and buried it, disguised it as they were before they came, and then continued to dig in another pit that the tomb robbers on Easter Island had made.

When the tomb robbers left, they were afraid that someone would discover their work, so they filled some of the pits back. What Clayton did at this moment was just to let them see the light of day again.

Of course, digging up the loose soil was much faster than the first excavation.

Every swing of Clayton's axe made the soil at the bottom of the pit thinner and thinner. He dug quickly and recklessly, so that the pit under his feet soon became deep enough to bury him. The sounds of the surrounding environment gradually disappeared in his ears, and he could only hear the harsh sound of the axe scraping against the soil and gravel.

The tomb robbers worked here for several weeks in a row, and the depth they dug was beyond the reach of the werewolves.

"Do you really think there is something here?"

Julius asked the guy in the pit while being alert to the surroundings.

Although he also wanted to go out for a walk, walking so far and being so cold was still far from the "vacation" in his mind.

Pah.

Clayton sent a pile of soil out of the pit, almost knocking Julius down, and he stepped back a few steps.

"Who knows? But I have to come and see. If what Donna said is true, I don't want to die in vain."

"But our fate is fine."

Clayton stopped and turned to look at Julius in the pit: "Listen, since you don't have to come down to work, why don't you talk more about this in your free time? I will reward you."

Julius chewed the cigarette and smiled knowingly.

"Ha - interested in unpredictable fate, but who isn't? What do you want to know?"

"Destiny itself."

The wizard choked.

A violent cough was followed by a breathless voice: "I'm just an iron finger!"

Clayton had no choice but to lower his demands: "Okay, then tell me what you know. You know, if there is something under our feet that can interfere with destiny, then the beast Christopher is looking for is very likely to be hiding nearby. "

Julius also thought of this, glanced around uncomfortably, and took a few steps closer to Clayton.

The Hand of Glory can no longer bring him a complete sense of security.

"Okay, where should I start? You must know the definition of fate. Well, what about the several methods of transshipment? Or I think you have heard some common sayings related to fate. We can start with this."

"Uh fate is an unpredictable and unforgiving bitch?"

".Nothing else?"

"Once unlucky, once lucky." Clayton said: "I think this may mean that people will not be unlucky forever. As long as they last long enough, they can turn around."

This proverb is said to have existed in this land thousands of years ago and is still widely circulated today.

This time it was something he knew, and Julius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's what it means. But at the same time, it also reveals the nature of fate - the inherent constant value of luck."

Clayton mused and shoveled another handful of dirt.

"That sounds like math."

"It's just math."

Julius subconsciously wanted to make a gesture, but he remembered that the other party couldn't see it, so he lowered his hand in mid-air.

"This is just a conjecture, but many people currently believe it. This conjecture believes that the natural growth of luck is actually equivalent. We assume that the amount of luck can be counted, and the luck value given to everyone in this world at the beginning is 10 , without the influence of power, magic, or magical objects, this number will never change."

The werewolf stopped what he was doing for a moment.

"I know some poor children who died before they grew up."

The wizard interrupted him: "Even if this is the case, their luck is still the same as that of those company managers who are full of fat. It is still 10."

"Why?" Clayton couldn't understand.

"Because 10 is a mean, this requires the introduction of a new concept, 'random set'. You should know what 'set' means, right?"

This is not a problem. Clayton nodded slightly while holding the ax in the pit.

"I studied math."

"Then it's easy to handle. To put it simply, we live in random sets. For example, the three days you count from today are a random set. Your fortune today is 1, tomorrow is 9, and the day after tomorrow It's 20. The total of these three days' fortune is 30, and the average value allocated to each day is 10. You are particularly likely to fall on the knife today, but if you don't die, you will have good luck the day after tomorrow. True meaning.”

"I understand, how many numbers does one of our random sets usually contain?"

"I don't know," Julius answered him.

"The number of numbers in the random set is also random. Otherwise, how can we say that fate is unpredictable? However, some powerful wizards can use magic to reduce the number of numbers in the set, and then use some rituals to force their luck to play out at certain critical times. Effect. There are also some ascetic monks who believe that asceticism can make them use smaller numbers in the first half of their lives so that they can enjoy happiness in the future. However, the effectiveness of this behavior has not been confirmed, or the successful ones have not. Leave a record.”

New questions formed in Clayton's mind, and he asked: "How did you judge that my fortune was abnormal when you diagnosed my fortune in the city?"

Julius explained: "Your Palace of Four Beginnings has been deceived and your luck is lacking. In other words, the upper limit of the size of random numbers has been reduced. As a result, your random numbers for the next few consecutive days will remain at 1 - I This is just an example. In fact, luck cannot be quantified with precise numbers, but this situation is definitely abnormal. "

Upon hearing this, Clayton crawled out of the pit with a serious look on his face.

"So, it's like what you said at the beginning. Suppose the three days I count from today are 1, 9, and 20. If there is some kind of magic that re-adjusts the order of numbers in this random set, it does not change any number. The size is not related to the next random number. So can your divination method detect the abnormality in my fortune? "

Hearing this question, Julius froze in the wind and snow, his face as white as the ice and snow, as if he was working hard to think about this problem.

After a long time, he stammered: "I think... I can't detect it."