Duckwell lay there, for a short time, forgot to stand up, his head seemed blank.
Since he matured, he has basically never encountered such a thing as stumbled on himself. After taking potions and strengthening his body in all aspects, he was even more so. As a result, he fell for no reason today, which was simply incomprehensible.
Did you step on something just now?Darkwell suddenly came back to his senses, supported his palm, turned over and stood up, pretending that it was not him who fell just now.
He looked left and right, but he didn't notice anything strange on the ground. With a heart full of doubt, he walked forward a few steps and picked up the milky white dice.
At this moment, a patrol officer seemed to notice something abnormal here, and held a short stick, pressed the revolver with his hand, and ran over.
Seeing this scene, the fat pharmacist Duckwell suddenly felt worried and doubted whether he had fallen into the trap:
They caught the old man, but never came to me. In fact, they were secretly monitoring, waiting for me to find clues?
Now that I got this strange dice, they were eager to come out?
The official extraordinary person came to capture me?
Duckwell's instinctive reaction was to turn his head and run, but the fall just now was a bit heavy, and his knees were so painful that he could only walk in small steps.
Seeing the patrol officer getting closer and closer, he wanted to run but couldn't run, Darkwell's mind suddenly appeared in his mind the prison underground, an environment with only candles, and an extraordinary person who was locked next to him but gasped violently in the dark like a monster...
What happened?The police officers on patrol asked cautiously, pressing their pistols.
Uncontrollable fear suddenly surged in Duckwell's heart. His wrist trembled, and the milky white dice I had just picked up fell to the ground again, rolling for several rounds.
This time it was the red six o'clock facing upwards.
Facing the policeman's scrutiny, Duckwell replied in a trembling voice:
I stepped on the damn banana peel and fell.
As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly skipped a beat because there was no banana peel on the ground.
Damn it, I was so nervous, so I might as well just say that I tripped myself up...Duckwell thought in annoyance.
He decided to summon the owl parked on the opposite roof to prepare for his dying struggle.
The patrol officer glanced at him and chuckled:
Don’t forget to look at your feet when walking. I thought you were robbed by someone just now.
He let go of the palm of the revolver, held the short stick, and walked back.
...Duckwell looked at the policeman's back with a blank look, not understanding how the other party simply believed his wrong words.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground, and his brows gradually frowned.
I am not a pure Lueen person, these police officers don't need to please... Is it working?
Whether I fell down strangely or persuaded the police officers, is it working?
Is it the one kept by the teacher, that important seal?
Duckwell quickly had association, moved forward cautiously, picked up the dice again, stuffed it back into the extremely small ring box, and there was no room for the dice to rotate at all.
With a wink at his owl, Duckwell picked up the "News" he bought before, stopped a taxi carriage, limped up, and destination was Red Theater.
While the vehicle was driving smoothly, because night had already arrived, the light of the gas street lights on both sides was far apart, so he could only shine a little in. He did not rush to study the ring box and the dice inside, and waited patiently until he got home.
Entering the herbal medicine shop and going to the place where people live on the second floor, he lit up the gas wall light and drove the fool out of the room. He sat at the desk and repeatedly checked the ring box and milky white dice.
Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper folded to the size of a half knuckle from the bottom mezzanine of the ring box.
Duckwell took a breath silently, spread the paper quickly, and found that there were indeed three paragraphs of text written in ancient Foxac:
If I haven't appeared three days after the agreed time, I must have been betrayed and arrested. So, don't ask other members of the school for help, because I can't confirm who did it, as this will bring you great danger.
There is only one thing you need to do, and that is to take that dice to Olavi Island and hand it over to the bell ringer Kano of the port city, where my teacher Rejord ‘Mr.’ will hide, and he will deal with the matter afterwards.
Don't worry that I will reveal this secret. When I finish writing this letter, the memories related will disappear completely, and I will no longer remember you as an apprentice until I am rescued. Remember, try not to use that dice. It has certain living characteristics. The more you use it, the easier it is to wake up. Turn yourself when you are not paying attention, even if there is no space.When it is fixed to ‘1’, trust me, you will be more painful than direct death, because you will fail in doing almost everything, including your favorite bed exercises.
Sure enough, this dice is very dangerous...Duckwell subconsciously sighed, and then found that he had done something stupid under his kindness.
In order to save his teacher Roykin, he defeated the timid, he stayed at Baiyam and sent a message to the members of the Known Life School.
According to the content in the letter, this means that he is likely to be targeted by the one who betrayed Roykin!
Why didn't you say it earlier?No, why didn’t I think about buying this dice earlier!Duckwell raised his hands and grabbed the hair on both sides.
He never dared to stay here again, and decided to transfer his residence tonight, and to buy a black boat ticket tonight, and to go to Olavi Island early tomorrow morning, which is an island on the route to Tuscart in the Rosde Islands.
My spell, my pistol, my bullets...Duckwell is busy counting items that can provide a sense of security, and is worried about his lack of sufficient combat power.
He quickly had an idea, paced back and forth, muttering:
I have to hire a bodyguard, a bodyguard…
Who should I invite?How much does it cost?While Duckwell was thinking, his eyes swept over the Newspaper he brought back.
Suddenly, he thought of a wonderful bodyguard:
Germansparo!
A powerful adventurer who can hunt 5,400 pounds of pirates!
If he is willing to take on this task, as long as he is not a member of parliament, I should be able to arrive at Olavi Island smoothly... How can I find him?
right!
Post notices in various bars where adventurers often hang out!
Duckwell nodded slightly, stuffed a small amount of items back into the suitcase he had packed before, took the chubby owl, and left the herb shop with heartache again.
…………
Outside the waters of the Rosd Islands, in a small port affiliated to Roon, the Black Death stopped there without any scruples, surrounded by three ships.
Lieutenant General Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose men's shirt to finalize the wound that had been basically healed.
For a witch, things like acne scars do not exist.
At this time, the blonde maid knocked on the door and walked into the captain's room after being allowed.
She glanced at Tracy, her face turned red, and she looked away:
Captain, Biyam sent a telegram to the port here.
Missol, um, the third deputy was killed.
Tracy stopped moving, his expression calmed down, and hesitated and asked:
Do you know who did it?
She sent Misol, the clever talker, to Baiyam to investigate the attack, one was to punish the other party's dereliction of duty, and the other was to promote his serious injuries and lure those with bad intentions to attack again. She did not expect Misol to make any breakthrough progress in a short period of time.
After the demigod, who was called the Consul of Death by the Ageless Witch, came to visit, she deliberately concealed the matter and did not promptly notify Missol to continue the punishment. She thought that the other party could investigate what was naturally good, and it was not too disappointing.
As for whether Missol will be in danger, she doesn't care, it's part of the punishment itself.
But what she didn't expect was that Missol was killed so soon!
The blonde maid handed the message over and said:
An adventurer named German Sparrow, can be confirmed that he used extraordinary abilities similar to "Dragon Hard".
Germansparo...'Dragon Wild'... Haha, Zillingus will also have a "Dragon Wild" and he should use "Crampant Hunger" to graze a "psychologist" or "hypnotist".Tracy took the telegram, sneered twice, and muttered to herself.
She was basically sure that German Sparrow was the enemy who disguised himself as Elaine, and was using the ability of the faceless man whom Zillingers grazed. He did not specifically hide himself. Will it be a trap against me?
Just recalling the scene at that time, Tracy noticed that her body began to get hot, and her two white and slender legs were rubbing gently.
‘Squirming hunger’ is on him, and behind him is an ancient demigod who is called the ‘Consul of Death’ by his mother… Does this mean that Zillingers was killed by the ‘Consul of Death’?Tracy muttered silently, trying her best to control her own self-deprecating movements, and waved her hand to send the blonde maid out.
When the door of the captain's room closed again, she chuckled:
If I reveal this news, the organization that instructed Zillingers to assassinate Duke Negan would definitely be very interested. I want to be my master, so I will live first.
For a short time, she really had such an impulse, but reason stopped her.
Because this means directly offending the Death Consul!
And when the other party is obviously recognized only once, the suspect who leaked the news can immediately lock her.
At that time, unless I hide back to my mother, the shadow of death will be shrouded at any time... I don't need to be so afraid of other saints. If they want to attack me, they must first find me, and there will be certain signs. It will take a long time to come. I have enough opportunities to avoid danger, but, the Death Consul can use the spiritual world to shuttle through, as long as I can determine my position, I will soon appear by my side... Tracy bit her lip and thought in frustration.
She gave up her previous plans and decided to only pay attention to German Sparrow's whereabouts and never let go of them if there is a good opportunity!
At this time, Klein still lives in the Teyana Hotel, waiting for the bounty to come down.
Since he matured, he has basically never encountered such a thing as stumbled on himself. After taking potions and strengthening his body in all aspects, he was even more so. As a result, he fell for no reason today, which was simply incomprehensible.
Did you step on something just now?Darkwell suddenly came back to his senses, supported his palm, turned over and stood up, pretending that it was not him who fell just now.
He looked left and right, but he didn't notice anything strange on the ground. With a heart full of doubt, he walked forward a few steps and picked up the milky white dice.
At this moment, a patrol officer seemed to notice something abnormal here, and held a short stick, pressed the revolver with his hand, and ran over.
Seeing this scene, the fat pharmacist Duckwell suddenly felt worried and doubted whether he had fallen into the trap:
They caught the old man, but never came to me. In fact, they were secretly monitoring, waiting for me to find clues?
Now that I got this strange dice, they were eager to come out?
The official extraordinary person came to capture me?
Duckwell's instinctive reaction was to turn his head and run, but the fall just now was a bit heavy, and his knees were so painful that he could only walk in small steps.
Seeing the patrol officer getting closer and closer, he wanted to run but couldn't run, Darkwell's mind suddenly appeared in his mind the prison underground, an environment with only candles, and an extraordinary person who was locked next to him but gasped violently in the dark like a monster...
What happened?The police officers on patrol asked cautiously, pressing their pistols.
Uncontrollable fear suddenly surged in Duckwell's heart. His wrist trembled, and the milky white dice I had just picked up fell to the ground again, rolling for several rounds.
This time it was the red six o'clock facing upwards.
Facing the policeman's scrutiny, Duckwell replied in a trembling voice:
I stepped on the damn banana peel and fell.
As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly skipped a beat because there was no banana peel on the ground.
Damn it, I was so nervous, so I might as well just say that I tripped myself up...Duckwell thought in annoyance.
He decided to summon the owl parked on the opposite roof to prepare for his dying struggle.
The patrol officer glanced at him and chuckled:
Don’t forget to look at your feet when walking. I thought you were robbed by someone just now.
He let go of the palm of the revolver, held the short stick, and walked back.
...Duckwell looked at the policeman's back with a blank look, not understanding how the other party simply believed his wrong words.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground, and his brows gradually frowned.
I am not a pure Lueen person, these police officers don't need to please... Is it working?
Whether I fell down strangely or persuaded the police officers, is it working?
Is it the one kept by the teacher, that important seal?
Duckwell quickly had association, moved forward cautiously, picked up the dice again, stuffed it back into the extremely small ring box, and there was no room for the dice to rotate at all.
With a wink at his owl, Duckwell picked up the "News" he bought before, stopped a taxi carriage, limped up, and destination was Red Theater.
While the vehicle was driving smoothly, because night had already arrived, the light of the gas street lights on both sides was far apart, so he could only shine a little in. He did not rush to study the ring box and the dice inside, and waited patiently until he got home.
Entering the herbal medicine shop and going to the place where people live on the second floor, he lit up the gas wall light and drove the fool out of the room. He sat at the desk and repeatedly checked the ring box and milky white dice.
Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper folded to the size of a half knuckle from the bottom mezzanine of the ring box.
Duckwell took a breath silently, spread the paper quickly, and found that there were indeed three paragraphs of text written in ancient Foxac:
If I haven't appeared three days after the agreed time, I must have been betrayed and arrested. So, don't ask other members of the school for help, because I can't confirm who did it, as this will bring you great danger.
There is only one thing you need to do, and that is to take that dice to Olavi Island and hand it over to the bell ringer Kano of the port city, where my teacher Rejord ‘Mr.’ will hide, and he will deal with the matter afterwards.
Don't worry that I will reveal this secret. When I finish writing this letter, the memories related will disappear completely, and I will no longer remember you as an apprentice until I am rescued. Remember, try not to use that dice. It has certain living characteristics. The more you use it, the easier it is to wake up. Turn yourself when you are not paying attention, even if there is no space.When it is fixed to ‘1’, trust me, you will be more painful than direct death, because you will fail in doing almost everything, including your favorite bed exercises.
Sure enough, this dice is very dangerous...Duckwell subconsciously sighed, and then found that he had done something stupid under his kindness.
In order to save his teacher Roykin, he defeated the timid, he stayed at Baiyam and sent a message to the members of the Known Life School.
According to the content in the letter, this means that he is likely to be targeted by the one who betrayed Roykin!
Why didn't you say it earlier?No, why didn’t I think about buying this dice earlier!Duckwell raised his hands and grabbed the hair on both sides.
He never dared to stay here again, and decided to transfer his residence tonight, and to buy a black boat ticket tonight, and to go to Olavi Island early tomorrow morning, which is an island on the route to Tuscart in the Rosde Islands.
My spell, my pistol, my bullets...Duckwell is busy counting items that can provide a sense of security, and is worried about his lack of sufficient combat power.
He quickly had an idea, paced back and forth, muttering:
I have to hire a bodyguard, a bodyguard…
Who should I invite?How much does it cost?While Duckwell was thinking, his eyes swept over the Newspaper he brought back.
Suddenly, he thought of a wonderful bodyguard:
Germansparo!
A powerful adventurer who can hunt 5,400 pounds of pirates!
If he is willing to take on this task, as long as he is not a member of parliament, I should be able to arrive at Olavi Island smoothly... How can I find him?
right!
Post notices in various bars where adventurers often hang out!
Duckwell nodded slightly, stuffed a small amount of items back into the suitcase he had packed before, took the chubby owl, and left the herb shop with heartache again.
…………
Outside the waters of the Rosd Islands, in a small port affiliated to Roon, the Black Death stopped there without any scruples, surrounded by three ships.
Lieutenant General Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose men's shirt to finalize the wound that had been basically healed.
For a witch, things like acne scars do not exist.
At this time, the blonde maid knocked on the door and walked into the captain's room after being allowed.
She glanced at Tracy, her face turned red, and she looked away:
Captain, Biyam sent a telegram to the port here.
Missol, um, the third deputy was killed.
Tracy stopped moving, his expression calmed down, and hesitated and asked:
Do you know who did it?
She sent Misol, the clever talker, to Baiyam to investigate the attack, one was to punish the other party's dereliction of duty, and the other was to promote his serious injuries and lure those with bad intentions to attack again. She did not expect Misol to make any breakthrough progress in a short period of time.
After the demigod, who was called the Consul of Death by the Ageless Witch, came to visit, she deliberately concealed the matter and did not promptly notify Missol to continue the punishment. She thought that the other party could investigate what was naturally good, and it was not too disappointing.
As for whether Missol will be in danger, she doesn't care, it's part of the punishment itself.
But what she didn't expect was that Missol was killed so soon!
The blonde maid handed the message over and said:
An adventurer named German Sparrow, can be confirmed that he used extraordinary abilities similar to "Dragon Hard".
Germansparo...'Dragon Wild'... Haha, Zillingus will also have a "Dragon Wild" and he should use "Crampant Hunger" to graze a "psychologist" or "hypnotist".Tracy took the telegram, sneered twice, and muttered to herself.
She was basically sure that German Sparrow was the enemy who disguised himself as Elaine, and was using the ability of the faceless man whom Zillingers grazed. He did not specifically hide himself. Will it be a trap against me?
Just recalling the scene at that time, Tracy noticed that her body began to get hot, and her two white and slender legs were rubbing gently.
‘Squirming hunger’ is on him, and behind him is an ancient demigod who is called the ‘Consul of Death’ by his mother… Does this mean that Zillingers was killed by the ‘Consul of Death’?Tracy muttered silently, trying her best to control her own self-deprecating movements, and waved her hand to send the blonde maid out.
When the door of the captain's room closed again, she chuckled:
If I reveal this news, the organization that instructed Zillingers to assassinate Duke Negan would definitely be very interested. I want to be my master, so I will live first.
For a short time, she really had such an impulse, but reason stopped her.
Because this means directly offending the Death Consul!
And when the other party is obviously recognized only once, the suspect who leaked the news can immediately lock her.
At that time, unless I hide back to my mother, the shadow of death will be shrouded at any time... I don't need to be so afraid of other saints. If they want to attack me, they must first find me, and there will be certain signs. It will take a long time to come. I have enough opportunities to avoid danger, but, the Death Consul can use the spiritual world to shuttle through, as long as I can determine my position, I will soon appear by my side... Tracy bit her lip and thought in frustration.
She gave up her previous plans and decided to only pay attention to German Sparrow's whereabouts and never let go of them if there is a good opportunity!
At this time, Klein still lives in the Teyana Hotel, waiting for the bounty to come down.
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