Above the gray fog, inside the palace that resembled a giant's dwelling.
Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the mottled long table, his thoughts constantly revolving around that strange die.
"It can make me accept its influence without me noticing anything abnormal... This is almost the same as '0—08' back then. It's just that one was right in front of me, while this one hides behind the scenes... It must be a
"I can't interfere with fate for the time being, but I can't just passively deal with it either. As time passes, Sealed Artifacts of a similar level often cause even more severe damage. It might affect the people around the fat pharmacist, like me and the passengers on the ship..." Klein racked his brains for a long time but had no clue. He decided to immediately return to the real world.
He didn't know how to seal that die or how to weaken its influence, but he knew someone did.
That person was
Entering the master bedroom, he took out the paper crane from his wallet and unfolded it on the table. Klein glanced at the surface, which still had traces of wiping, picked up a pencil, and wrote a simple question: "What do I do about that die?"
He folded the paper crane back into its original shape, stuffed it back into his wallet, then came to the outside of the servant's room and lightly knocked three times.
This didn't violate Gehrman Sparrow's persona, because he was a gentlemanly madman. Of course, Klein was mainly afraid that rushing to open the door would directly knock down and kill the unfortunate fat pharmacist Dockwell. This was one of the insights he had gained from watching the "Final Destination" film series.
Additionally, Klein was somewhat worried that directly opening the door would reveal a scene that stung his eyes.
Based on Dockwell's exhibited preferences, having found himself in an extremely dangerous situation that was hard to escape, and only waiting to die, there was a considerable chance he would decide to go out with a bang... While Klein was grumbling inwardly, he heard the fat pharmacist's feeble response: "What is it?"
"Good, he's not dead yet..." Klein carefully opened the door, slightly leaned forward, looked at Dockwell and the open ring box in front of him, and calmly asked: "What time is it?"
"Isn't there a wall clock..." Dockwell was still listless.
"I'm asking about the die," Klein added succinctly.
"Still at 3..." Dockwell answered instinctively at first, then turned his head and jumped up. "You believe me?"
Klein didn't respond, lest he remind the other of the scene where Gehrman Sparrow had just been fooled by the die.
He turned around and said without any change in his tone: "Bring the die out here."
"Okay!"
"Okay!"
Dockwell and the owl Harry exclaimed in surprise, almost at the same time.
One raised his arms, the other spread its wings.
When the fat pharmacist very carefully came out holding the ring box, Klein pointed at the coffee table: "Put it there."
As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa beside it, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to examine the strange die.
From the outside, the die didn't have any mystical weirdness. The only difference from a normal die was that even the number three was colored red.
Klein cautiously didn't touch it. He straightened up slightly and looked at the fat pharmacist Dockwell sitting across from him and the fat owl Harry perched on the top of the chair back: "Describe the specific situation."
Dockwell no longer hid anything. He smiled in a way that was worse than crying and said: "This is an important Sealed Artifact within our organization. My mission is to deliver it to a designated person on
"But as you can see, it's very dangerous. It rotates on its own, even when there isn't corresponding space!
"When it rolls to a 6, the holder is lucky enough to succeed in anything easily, just like how I deceived you with a quite clumsy lie earlier."
Don't bring up that matter... One day, you're going to get a good scolding for that mouth of yours... Klein listened without any expression.
Dockwell continued: "1 means the holder will be very unlucky. Nothing can succeed. Even if I told you everything without concealment, you wouldn't believe it...
"2 should be a milder misfortune, but why did it cause me to be struck by lightning... This is incomprehensible!
"3 and 4 are normal misfortune and luck. This is confirmed. 5 and 2 correspond to each other."
You haven't been unlucky enough yet, otherwise I would have beaten you up just now... Klein thought about it and calmly instructed: "From now on, you two will monitor this die in shifts. When it drops below 3, immediately tell me."
"Us?" Dockwell was momentarily confused.
"Including me?" The owl on the top of the chair back raised its right wing.
Klein leaned back against the sofa, crossed his right leg, and said calmly: "This helps maintain energy and focus."
After speaking, he pointed his chin at the owl: "You start first."
"My name is Harry," the owl muttered.
Harry... Klein held back a smile and turned to Dockwell: "Go ring the bell and have the waiter come. From now on, we will choose room service.
"Before we arrive at Oravi Island, you must stay in the living room at all times. You can't go anywhere.
"Even if you want to go to the bathroom, you have to do it when it's at 3 or 4.
"If you really can't hold it in, I'll give you a bucket."
Listening to Gehrman Sparrow's orderly instructions, the fat pharmacist Dockwell gradually calmed down and was no longer as panicked as before.
The two things he was most worried about were, first, Gehrman Sparrow's greed being triggered, leading to murder and robbery, and second, this slightly crazy and cold adventurer being frightened by the die and deciding to terminate the commission, no longer providing protection.