Duckwell lay there, for a short time, forgot to stand up, his head seemed blank.

Since he matured, he has basically never encountered such a thing as stumbled on himself. After taking potions and strengthening his body in all aspects, he even more so. As a result, he fell for no reason today, which was simply incomprehensible.

Did you step on something just now? Darkwell suddenly came back to his senses, supported his palm, turned over and stood up, pretending that it was not him who fell just now.

He looked left and right but didn't notice anything strange on the ground. With a heart full of doubt, he walked forward a few steps and picked up the milky white dice.

At this moment, a patrol officer seemed to notice something abnormal here, and he held a short stick and pressed the revolver with his hand, and ran over.

Seeing this scene, the fat pharmacist Darkwell suddenly felt worried and doubted whether he had fallen into the trap:

"They caught the old man, but they didn't come to me. In fact, they were secretly monitoring and waiting for me to find clues?

"Now, when I got this strange dice, they were eager to come out?

"The official extraordinary person is here to capture me?"

Duckwell's instinctive reaction was to turn his head and run, but the fall just now was a little heavy, and his knees were so painful that he could only walk in small steps.

Seeing the patrol officer getting closer and closer, he wanted to run but couldn't run, the prison underground suddenly appeared in Duckwell's mind, an environment with only candlelight, and was locked next to him but gasping violently in the dark like an extraordinary person who was like a monster...

"What happened?" the patrol officer asked cautiously, pressing his pistol and from a certain distance.

Uncontrollable fear suddenly surged in Duckwell's heart. His wrist trembled, and the milky white dice I had just picked up fell to the ground and rolled for several rounds.

This time it was the red six o'clock facing upwards.

Facing the policeman's scrutiny, Duckwell replied in a trembling voice:

"Step on the damn banana peel and fell."

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly stumbled, because there was no banana peel on the ground.

Damn it, it's so nervous that you might as well just say that you tripped yourself up...Duckwell thought in annoyance.

He decided to summon the owl parked on the opposite roof to prepare for his dying struggle.

The patrol officer glanced at him and chuckled:

"Don't forget to look at your feet when you walk. I thought you were robbed by someone just now."

He let go of the palm of the revolver, held the short stick, and walked back.

"..." Duckwell looked at the policeman's back with a blank look, not understanding how the other party simply believed his wrong words.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the milky white dice lying quietly on the ground, and his brows gradually frowned.

I am not a pure Lueen person, and these police officers don't need to please... Is it working? Whether I fell strangely or persuaded the police officer, it's working? It's the one kept by the teacher, the important seal? Duckwell quickly had an association, moved forward cautiously, picked up the dice again, stuffed it back into the extremely small ring box as it was, and there was no room for the dice to rotate at all.

He winked at his owl, and Duckwell picked up the "News" he bought before, stopped a taxi carriage, limped up, and the destination was "Red Theater".

While the vehicle was driving smoothly, because night had already arrived, the light of the gas street lights on both sides was far apart and could only shine a little in. He did not rush to study the ring box and the dice inside, and waited patiently until he got home.

When he entered the herbal medicine shop and went up to the second floor where he lived, he lit up the gas wall light and drove the fool out of the room. He sat at the desk and repeatedly checked the ring box and milky white dice.

Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper folded to the size of a half knuckle from the bottom mezzanine of the ring box.

Duckwell took a breath silently and spread the paper quickly, and found that there were indeed three paragraphs of text written in ancient Foxac:

"If I haven't appeared three days after the agreed time, I must have been betrayed and arrested. So, don't ask other members of the school for help, because I can't confirm who did it, it will bring you great danger.

"There is only one thing you need to do, and that is to take that dice to Olavi Island and hand it over to the bell ringer Kano of the port city, where my teacher Rejord's 'Mr.' He will deal with what happened later.

"Don't worry I'll reveal this secret. When I finish writing this letter, the memories will disappear completely, and I won't even remember you as an apprentice until I'm rescued. Remember, try not to use that dice. It has certain living characteristics. The more you use it, the easier it will wake up. Turn yourself when you don't pay attention, even if there is no space. When it is fixed to '1', please believe me, you will be more painful than death, because you will fail in doing almost everything, including your favorite bed exercise."

Sure enough, this dice was very dangerous...Duckwell subconsciously sighed, and then found that he had done something stupid with kindness.

In order to save his teacher Roy King, he defeated the timid, stayed at Baiyam and sent a message to the members of the Known Life School.

According to the content in the letter, this means that he is likely to be targeted by the one who betrayed Roy King!

"Why didn't you say it earlier? No, why didn't I think about buying this dice earlier?" Duckwell raised his hands and grabbed the hair on both sides.

He never dared to stay here again, and decided to transfer his residence tonight, and to buy a black boat ticket tonight, and to go to Olavi Island early tomorrow morning, an island located on the "Rosde Islands-Tuscart" route.

"My talisman, my pistol, my bullet..." Duckwell was busy counting items that could provide a sense of security, worried about his lack of sufficient combat power.

He quickly had an idea, paced back and forth, muttering:

"I have to hire a bodyguard, a bodyguard..."

Who should I invite? How much does it cost? As Duckwell thought, his eyes swept over the Newspaper he brought back.

Suddenly, he thought of a wonderful bodyguard:

German Sparo!

A powerful adventurer who can hunt 5,400 pounds of pirates!

If he was willing to take on this task, as long as it was not a "committee" to take action, I should be able to arrive at Olavi Island smoothly... How can I find him? Yes! Post notices in various bars where adventurers often roam! Duckwell nodded slightly, stuffed a small amount of items back into his suitcase that had been packed before, took a chubby owl, and left the herb shop with heartache again.

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Outside the waters of the Rosd Islands, in a small port affiliated to Roon, the Black Death stopped there without any scruples, surrounded by three ships.

"Ltd. General of Disease" Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose men's shirt to finalize the wound that had basically healed.

For a witch, things like acne scars do not exist.

At this time, the blonde maid knocked on the door and walked into the captain's room after being allowed.

She glanced at Tracy, her face turned red, and she looked away:

"Captain, there was a telegram sent to the port here by Baiyam.

"Misol, um, the third deputy was killed."

Tracy stopped moving, his expression calmed down, and hesitated and asked:

"Do you know who did it?"

She sent the "skiller" Misol to Baiyam to investigate the attack, one to punish the other party for his dereliction of duty, and the other to promote his serious injuries and lure those with bad intentions to attack again. She did not expect any breakthrough progress Misol could make in a short period of time.

After the demigod, who was called the "Consul of Death" by the "agen witch" came to "visit", she deliberately concealed the matter and did not promptly notify Misol, allowing the punishment to continue. She thought that the other party could investigate what was naturally good, and it was not too disappointing.

As for whether Missol will be in danger, she doesn't care, it's part of the punishment itself.

But what she didn't expect was that Misol was killed so soon!

The blonde maid handed the message over and said:

"What can be confirmed by an adventurer named German Sparrow is that he used extraordinary abilities similar to 'Dragon Hard'."

"German Sparo...'Dragon Wild'... Haha, Zillingus will also have 'Dragon Wild'. He should use 'Cramp Hunger' to graze a 'psychologist' or 'hypnotist'." Tracy received the telegram, sneered twice, and murmured to himself.

She was initially sure that German Sparo was disguised as Elaine to attack her enemy, and used the ability of the "faceless man" that Zillingers grazed.

"'Squirming Hunger' is on him, and behind him is an ancient demigod who is called the 'Consul of Death' by his mother... Does this mean that Zillingers was killed by the 'Consul of Death'?" Tracy said silently and waved to send the blonde maid out.

When the door of the captain's room closed again, she chuckled:

"If I reveal this news, the organization that instructed Zillingers to assassinate Duke Negan would definitely be interested."

For a short time, she really had such an impulse, but reason stopped her.

Because this means directly offending the "death consul"!

And when the other party is obviously only recognized once, the suspect who leaked the news can immediately lock her up.

At that time, unless I hide back to my mother, the shadow of death will be shrouded in the shadow of death at any time... I don't need to be so afraid of other saints. If they want to attack me, they must first find me, and there will be certain signs. It will take a long time to come. I have enough opportunities to avoid danger, but, the "death consul" can use the spiritual world to shuttle through. As long as I can determine my position, I will soon appear beside me...Tresey bit her lip and thought in frustration.

She gave up her previous plans and decided to only pay attention to German Sparrow's whereabouts, and never let him go if he has a good opportunity!

At this time, Klein still lived in the "Tyana" hotel, waiting for the bounty to come down.
Chapter completed!