Chapter 130: In Hand

Chapter 130: In Hand

The gas streetlamps at both ends of the stone bridge quietly illuminated the road, but could not disperse the darkness below. Only the dim crimson light falling from the high sky barely lit up the brown earth.

Councilor of Fate Ricciardo, hiding inside the bridge opening, remained silent for so long that Klein could not help suspecting that the other party might already have died from severe injuries. He guessed that the earlier failure to attach luck was very likely due to this factor.

Just as Klein was tentatively preparing to speak and confirm the situation, Ricciardo coughed twice and said in a deep, hoarse voice, “As expected of a powerful adventurer who can temporarily seal the die…

“The current situation is beyond my expectations. Cough. I am very curious what exactly happened to make the luck I attached completely ineffective.

“Unfortunately, I cannot come out. I cannot face you directly. Otherwise, I should be able to see things that Beyonders of other pathways would find difficult to see, even if they have relatively high spirit vision.

“This is special to the Fate pathway.”

So the problem is with me? That is not the important part. The important part is that you need to give me those seven hundred pounds—no, seven hundred and thirty pounds… While inwardly retorting, Klein could not help remembering Ademisaul, the orphan in Tingen City nicknamed Monster.

That young man, who was roughly equal to half a Sequence 9, had screamed and collapsed when he saw Klein. His eyes had bled, and he had been as terrified as if he had encountered a devil.

Was that because he possessed the special trait of the Wheel of Fortune pathway, allowing him to see my problem and some matters related to the gray fog? What a pity. This Councilor of Fate is severely injured and carries an aura of misfortune. There is no way to have him examine me… I will ask the Mercury Snake, Will Auceptin, later. He may know something. However, this pathway also has the feel of a professional charlatan. He may not directly answer me. There is a high chance he will only give me a few vague, ambiguous sentences… Klein maintained an expressionless state and said, “Then what do you plan to do?”

Ricciardo sighed.

“Go bring Darkwill over. I will attach luck to him and let him win at the casinos in your place.”

Following the name of the inn that Councilor Ricciardo gave him, Klein quickly found the fat Apothecary Darkwill. Then, carrying his suitcase and cane, he watched woodenly as the other party continuously won money at several major casinos, earning 750 pounds before dawn.

After receiving the 730-pound balance, Klein truly understood one problem:

The reason the earlier luck had failed lay with him!

“Why?” Klein tucked away his bulging wallet, frowning as he silently asked himself.

He quickly thought of the thin, invisible grayish-white fog around his body and vaguely understood the reason.

“After advancing to Faceless, the gray fog has intertwined with reality to a certain degree. Not only can it help me block ravings that are not too strong in essence, but within a certain range, it can also disrupt fate-related influences others place upon me? That is why the luck given by that councilor could not take effect.

“By this logic, misfortune within a certain degree should not affect me either.

“Heh. What is this supposed to be? It keeps me from becoming unlucky, but also destroys my hope of becoming a European emperor and winner…” Klein secretly shook his head. Together with Darkwill and the owl, he returned to the stone bridge and told Councilor of Fate Ricciardo the method for summoning his messenger, so that once the other party obtained information about an offensive mystical item, he could immediately pass it along.

After finishing all this, Klein found an inn in Oravi Island’s port city, booked an ordinary room, and stayed there.

…

Backlund, morning.

Emlyn White walked beneath the gloomy sky he liked, passing…