Chapter 124: Intimidation

Chapter 124: Intimidation

Above the gray fog, within the palace like a giant’s residence.

Klein lightly tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his fingers, his thoughts continuously circling around that strange die.

“It can make me accept its influence without noticing any abnormality at all… That is already almost the same as 0-08 from back then. The only difference is that one is right in front of me, while the other hides behind the curtain… It is certainly a Sealed Artifact, and one belonging close to the top. Even if it is not Grade 0, it is an extremely special existence among Grade 1…

“Fate is something I am temporarily unable to interfere with, yet I cannot simply respond passively. As time passes, a Sealed Artifact of this level will often cause increasingly serious destruction. Perhaps it will begin affecting people around the fat Apothecary, including me and the passengers aboard the ship…”

Klein thought hard for a while but remained completely without a solution. He decided to immediately return to the real world.

He did not know how to seal the die or how to weaken its influence, but he knew someone who did.

That person was the Mercury Snake, Will Auceptin—still inside his mother’s belly, still in the state of a fetus!

Entering the master bedroom, taking the paper crane from his wallet, and unfolding it on the desk, Klein glanced at the surface, which still bore marks of erasure. He picked up a pencil and wrote a simple question:

“How should the die be handled?”

He folded the paper crane back into its original form, slipped it into his wallet, then came to the door of the servant’s room and lightly knocked three times with his knuckles.

This did not violate Gehrman Sparrow’s persona, because Gehrman was a refined and courteous madman. Of course, the main reason was that Klein feared opening the door rashly might directly smash the unlucky fat Apothecary, Darkwill, to death. This belonged to knowledge he had acquired from the Final Destination series of movies.

In addition, Klein was somewhat worried that opening the door directly might let him see something that would stab his eyes.

Judging by Darkwill’s demonstrated preferences, after discovering he was in extreme danger and unable to escape, only able to wait for death, there was a not insignificant chance that he would decide to enjoy himself one last time… Amid Klein’s inner mockery, he heard the fat Apothecary answer weakly, “What is it?”

Good. Not dead yet… Klein carefully opened the door, leaned forward slightly, looked at Darkwill and the ring box open before him, and calmly asked, “How many?”

“Isn’t there a wall clock…” Darkwill remained in that listless state.

“I am asking about the die,” Klein added concisely.

“Still three…” Darkwill answered instinctively at first. Then he turned his head and jumped up. “You believe me?”

Klein gave no response, lest the other party recall the scene of Gehrman Sparrow being fooled by the die moments earlier.

He turned around, his tone without fluctuation as he said, “Bring the die outside.”

“Alright!”

“Alright!”

Darkwill and the owl Harry spoke in surprise and delight, almost at the same time.

One lifted both arms; the other lifted its wings.

Once the fat Apothecary had extremely carefully carried the ring box out, Klein pointed at the tea table.

“Put it there.”

As he spoke, he sat down on the nearby sofa, braced his elbows against his thighs, leaned forward, and studied the strange die.

Judging purely by appearance, the die carried no strange mysticism significance. Its only difference from ordinary dice was that even the three pips were red.

Klein cautiously refrained from touching it. He straightened slightly and looked toward the fat Apothecary, Darkwill, seated opposite him, and the plump owl, Harry, perched on the top of the chair back.

“Describe the specific situation.”

Darkwill no longer hid anything. He smiled even more miserably than crying and said, “This is an important…