Chapter 120: Rising to Fame

Chapter 120: Rising to Fame

Darkwill lay there, momentarily forgetting to get up. His mind seemed completely blank.

Ever since his body had matured, he had basically never experienced anything like tripping himself. After taking potions, every aspect of his body had improved to a certain degree, making that even more true. Yet today, he had somehow fallen for no reason at all. It was simply incomprehensible.

Did I step on something just now? Darkwill abruptly came back to himself, pressed a palm to the ground, flipped over, and stood as though the person who had just fallen had not been him.

He looked left and right, but saw nothing strange on the ground. Filled with doubt, he painfully moved a few steps forward and picked up the milky-white die.

Just then, a patrolling officer seemed to notice the abnormality. Holding a short club and pressing a hand to his revolver, he trotted over.

Seeing this, the fat Apothecary Darkwill suddenly grew worried, suspecting that he had stepped into a trap:

“They captured the old man but never came looking for me because they were secretly monitoring me and waiting for me to discover the clue?

“Now that I have this strange die, they urgently came out?

“An official Beyonder is here to capture me?”

Darkwill’s instinctive reaction was to turn and run. But the earlier fall had been rather heavy, and his knees hurt badly. For a moment, he could only move in small steps.

Seeing the patrolling officer draw closer and closer, while he wanted to run but could not, Darkwill’s mind abruptly surfaced with an underground prison, an environment lit forever only by candlelight, and Beyonders locked in nearby cells who panted violently in the dimness like monsters…

“What happened?” the patrolling officer asked cautiously from some distance away, hand still pressing his handgun.

An irresistible terror suddenly surged within Darkwill. His wrist trembled, and the milky-white die he had just picked up fell to the ground again, rolling several times.

This time, the red six pips faced upward.

Under the officer’s scrutiny, Darkwill answered in a trembling voice, “I stepped on a damned banana peel and fell.”

The moment he said it, his heart gave a thump, because there was no banana peel on the ground at all.

Damn it. I was too nervous. It would have been better to just say I tripped over myself… Darkwill thought in annoyance.

He decided to summon the owl waiting on the opposite rooftop and prepare for a desperate last struggle.

The patrolling officer glanced down, gave a light laugh, and said, “Do not forget to watch your feet when you walk. I thought someone had robbed you just now.”

He released his hand from the revolver, held his short club, and walked back.

“…” Darkwill stared blankly at the officer’s receding back, completely unable to understand how the man had simply believed his excuse full of obvious mistakes.

He withdrew his gaze and looked toward the milky-white die lying quietly on the ground. His brows gradually furrowed.

I am not a pure Loenese. These officers do not need to please me… Could it be that it was taking effect? Whether my strange fall or the bizarre way I convinced the officer, both were its effects? Is this the item my teacher safeguarded, that important Sealed Artifact? Darkwill swiftly made the connection. Carefully and cautiously, he moved forward, picked up the die again, and put it back exactly as it had been into that extremely small ring box. Inside the box, the die had no room to turn at all.

After giving his owl a look, Darkwill picked up the News Report he had bought earlier, hailed a rental carriage, and limped aboard. His destination was the Red Theater.

During the steady carriage ride, because night had already fallen and the gas streetlamps on either side were far apart, very little light could enter. He did not rush to study the ring box and the die inside it. He patiently waited until he returned home.

Entering the herbal shop and going up to the…