The bathroom window was very high, letting in insufficient sunlight. It could barely dispel the darkness, leaving everything dim and hazy.
Klein's right hand, holding the Probability Dice, had just approached the
The milky-white die rolled a few times and finally stopped, showing a red 4 on top.
Wearing a faint, indistinct smile, Klein took a step sideways, picked up the Probability Dice again, and lowered his head politely to ask: «It seems you aren’t willing to listen? «How about this: give me an answer. A 6 represents cooperation, the rest represent refusal.»
Having said that, he tossed the Probability Dice into the air and caught it in his palm.
The milky-white die fell straight down, quickly rolled over once, and revealed the bright red number 6 facing up!
«Very good.» Klein praised with a low chuckle.
After throwing the All-Black Eye back into the Grey Fog, he turned and opened the bathroom door, walking slowly back to the living room.
Under the expectant, worried, curious, and puzzled gazes of the fat pharmacist, Dakkel, and the owl, Harry, he suddenly stopped and tossed the Probability Dice in his hand.
«No!» «No!»
Dakkel and the owl wailed at the same time, terrified of rolling a result below 3. The latter instinctively flew up, moving away from the fat man who might be struck by lightning.
Amidst crisp clattering sounds, the milky-white dice rolled continuously on the coffee table, about to stop at 2.
Just as Dakkel’s face turned deathly pale, the die lazily rolled again, finally showing a 4.
«It will be relatively quiet for the next twelve hours.» Klein sat down calmly, beginning to enjoy his lunch which had already gone cold.
His method actually works? Dakkel leaned down, staring fixedly at the strange dice on the coffee table.
After tens of seconds, he couldn’t help but reach out, actively turning the die over to 6.
The moment his palm left, the die moved on its own, returning to 4 without any wind.
Truly miraculous... What method did Gehrman Sparrow use to achieve this? Did he really take a dump and soak the die in it? Urgh... Dakkel decided to accept the result and stop wondering about the reason, otherwise, he suspected he’d vomit on the spot.
Looking up at Gehrman Sparrow quietly buttering his bread, Dakkel suddenly felt that 1,000 pounds and a promise to hire such a high-level bodyguard was an absolute steal!
He could definitely rival any Pirate Admiral! If a wealthy man encountered what I went through, he wouldn’t hesitate to offer half his assets... At least I only paid 300 pounds, and the rest was covered by my teachers... Dakkel thought, feeling relieved that he didn’t have to worry about the dice rolling around for twelve hours. He couldn’t help but stand up and stretch.
He walked to the window and pushed it open, seeing that the clouds outside were sparse, the sky high, and the sea vast.
The boundless blue gently swayed, reflecting the bright sunlight as if countless fragments of gold were scattered across it. Dakkel’s spirits suddenly lifted, and his heart felt open.
Unlike
Facing the sea, with spring flowers blossoming... Klein, who had finished his bread, walked to a spot slightly behind and to the side of Dakkel, feeling as if he had just woken up from a hibernation.
He didn’t voice the poem that flashed through his mind, firstly because it didn’t fit Gehrman Sparrow’s persona, and secondly because it would most likely prompt Dakkel to praise Emperor Roselle’s poetic talent.
By nightfall, although the die hadn’t spun, the weather had changed. Strong winds raged, clouds layered, and a rainstorm was imminent.
This was the most common danger at sea. Even when sailing on a safe route previously explored by others, similar situations would occasionally arise, just not as terrifying.
Klein looked at the surging waves and the gloomy sky, feeling as if the ship were sailing through a valley, with towering, deep-blue «cliffs» on either side that could collapse at any moment.
The strong sense of oppression made even him, a mid-sequencer Beyonder, feel distinctly suppressed. He even wanted to pray to the deities, hoping the passenger ship would ride out the storm unscathed.
No wonder sailors, pirates, and merchants who lived long lives on the sea couldn’t help but fear the
Although he didn’t think this not-too-strong storm could sink the dual-powered sailing and steam passenger ship, he was cautious. He mumbled a prayer to his alter ego, the Sea God
What he truly feared was the Probability Dice suddenly erupting during the storm, rolling a one and sinking the ship. So he took precautions in advance. Klein truly believed in the judgment of
Glancing at the uneasy Dakkel and Harry the owl amidst the storm, Klein said calmly: «I’m going to get some rest. «You keep watching the dice, take turns. Don’t let your guard down.»
«Okay.» Watching Gehrman Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Dakkel walked to the coffee table and sat down with a plop. Staring at the dice, he said to Harry the owl, «What do you think now?»