Chapter 125: Discovering an Abnormality

Chapter 125: Discovering an Abnormality

The washroom window was set high in the wall, and not enough sunlight shone in. It could barely disperse the darkness, leaving everything dim and hazy.

Klein’s right hand, holding the Die of Probability, had just drawn near the All-Black Eye when it suddenly trembled and flung the object it held to the other side of the washstand.

The milky-white die rolled a few times before finally settling with the red four-pip side facing upward.

With a faint, almost invisible smile at his lips, Klein took a sidestep, picked up the Die of Probability again, lowered his head politely, and asked, “You seem unwilling to listen?

“Then give me an answer. Six pips means cooperation. Anything else means refusal.”

After speaking, he tossed the Die of Probability upward and stretched out his palm to catch it.

The milky-white die fell straight down, quickly rolled once, and showed the vivid-red six-pip side facing up!

“Good.” Klein praised it with a low laugh.

After tossing the All-Black Eye back above the gray fog, he turned, opened the washroom door, and slowly walked back to the sitting room.

Under the expectant, worried, curious, and puzzled gazes of the fat Apothecary Darkwill and the owl Harry, he suddenly stopped and threw the Die of Probability in his hand.

“No!”

“No!”

Darkwill and the owl screamed at the same time, fearing that it would roll a result below three pips. The latter even instinctively flapped into the air, moving away from the fat man who might get struck by lightning.

Amid the crisp sounds of contact, the milky-white die rolled continuously across the tea table and seemed about to settle on two pips.

Just as Darkwill’s face went deathly pale, the die lazily rolled again and finally stopped with four pips facing upward.

“For the next twelve hours, it will be relatively quiet.” Klein calmly sat down and began eating his lunch, which had already gone cold.

His method really worked? Darkwill lowered his body, staring fixedly at the strange die on the tea table.

After several dozen seconds, he could not resist reaching out and deliberately turning the die over to six pips.

The moment his palm left, the die moved by itself without wind and returned to four pips.

How magical… What method did Gehrman Sparrow use? Could he really have taken a shit and soaked the die in it? Urgh… Darkwill decided to accept the result and stop thinking about the reason. Otherwise, he suspected he would vomit on the spot.

Looking up at Gehrman Sparrow, who was quietly spreading cream, Darkwill suddenly felt that hiring a bodyguard of this level for one thousand pounds and a promise was far too worthwhile.

He can absolutely be mentioned alongside any pirate admiral! If a wealthy person encountered something like me, they would not hesitate to spend half their fortune to hire him… Luckily, I only paid three hundred pounds, and the rest will be paid by my teacher and the others… Thinking that he would not have to worry about the die rolling randomly for the next twelve hours, Darkwill’s body and mind immediately relaxed. He could not help standing and stretching.

He walked to the window and pushed open the tightly shut pane. Outside, clouds were sparse, the sky high, and the sea vast.

The boundless blue swayed gently, reflecting brilliant, splendid sunlight as though countless flecks of gold had been scattered within it. Darkwill’s spirits lifted at once, and even his heart seemed to broaden.

Unlike Backlund, which would not begin warming until the end of February, the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago were already gradually shaking off the low temperature. All living things were beginning to flourish.

Facing the sea, flowers bloom in spring… Having finished his bread, Klein walked to the rear side of Darkwill and felt that, at that moment, he was like an animal newly awakened from winter hibernation.

He did not recite the line of poetry that flashed through his mind. First, it did not suit…