Chapter 129: Councilor of Fate

Chapter 129: Councilor of Fate

Oravi lay northeast of the Rorsted Archipelago. In a straight line, it was not far away, but the safe sea route twisted and wound, needlessly adding several hundred nautical miles.

It had originally been a primitive island inhabited by many Beyonder creatures and no humans at all. After the age of hunting ended, the Loen Kingdom used the place as an exile ground for certain criminals, and villages and towns gradually appeared on Oravi Island.

Later, as islands farther east were discovered and colonized one after another, this place, relying on the convenience of its shipping routes and the abundance of its natural resources, attracted no small number of new immigrants. A relatively prosperous port city took shape.

In the dim environment, the lighthouse’s radiance was so obvious and so warm, guiding the passenger liner into the harbor and toward its berth at the pier.

“We finally arrived. Praise the blessings of the crimson moon and fate.” The fat Apothecary Darkwill hopped down the last step of the gangway and stepped onto the solid cement ground.

Strictly speaking, aside from fate, you should mainly thank the blessings of The Fool and Sea God… Klein held a leather suitcase in one hand and tapped the civilized cane in his palm.

Darkwill tucked away the ring box containing the Die of Probability and wasted no time at all. After asking for Bellringer Carnot’s address, he hired a rental carriage and went straight to Saint Draco Church, entering the imposing clock tower that boldly used red, blue, and yellow.

Inside the clock tower, Carnot had a narrow room of his own.

Thud, thud, thud. Darkwill knocked three times in a row, impatient to hand over the object in his possession.

With a creak, the brown wooden door opened, and a tall yet slightly hunched man walked out of the room.

He looked around forty years old. Taken individually, none of his facial features had any real problem, but when combined together, they were filled with disharmony.

Klein needed only a glance to notice that the man’s two eyes were set at different heights, his two nostrils were different sizes, and the muscles on the left side of his face were somewhat slack, making the corner of his mouth droop, while the right side was exactly the opposite.

Carnot’s legs were clearly of different lengths. One arm was thick and strong, while the other was thin and weak. His entire person was extremely asymmetrical and extremely ugly.

“And you are?” Carnot, wearing a black robe, glanced at the two of them.

“Are you Bellringer Carnot?” the fat Apothecary Darkwill cautiously asked in return.

Carnot smiled with one corner of his mouth high and the other low.

“Someone as ugly as me should not have a second copy.”

“Indeed.” Darkwill nodded with great honesty, then chuckled. “It is clear your mindset is fairly good. Actually, for a man, appearance is not important. The key point is having strong ability in that area.”

Tsk. You clearly have never met truly looks-obsessed ladies and young misses… Having lived through the age of traffic idols, Klein quietly scoffed from the side.

Carnot’s expression darkened slightly.

“I do not wish to discuss that matter.”

“You have a problem in that area too? It is fine. I have all kinds of potions. There will definitely be one that can cure your problem…” Before Darkwill could finish, Klein, fearing he might be beaten to death on the spot, stepped forward and blocked half his body.

Klein said in a deep voice, “He is Roy King’s student.”

“I had already guessed as much. Roy King described his characteristics.” Carnot moved aside, inviting the two inside.

His room was extremely small. It held only a bed and a cabinet that could serve as a dining table, while the washroom was on the lowest floor of the clock tower.

Darkwill took out the ring box, handed it to Carnot, piled on a smile, and said, “My teacher asked me to pass this to you.”

Carnot opened it and glanced inside. Seeing that the…