Olavi lay to the northeast of the Rorsted Archipelago. The straight-line distance wasn't far, but the safe waterways twisted and turned, adding a few hundred nautical miles for no reason.
It was originally a primitive island teeming with mystical creatures, uninhabited by humans. After the Era of Hunting ended, the Loen Kingdom used it as a place of exile for certain criminals, allowing Olavi to gradually develop villages and towns.
When the more eastern islands were discovered and colonized one after another, Olavi's convenient waterways and rich natural resources attracted many new immigrants, leading to a relatively bustling port city.
The light of the lighthouse was so bright and so warm in the dim environment, guiding the passenger ship into the harbor to dock at the pier.
"We've finally arrived. Thank the Crimson Moon and Fate for their blessing." The fat pharmacist, Dagwell, jumped off the last step of the gangplank and stood on the solid concrete ground.
"Strictly speaking, aside from Fate, you mainly have to thank 'The Fool' and the 'Sea God' for their blessing..." Klein said, holding a leather suitcase in one hand and tapping the walking stick in his palm.
Dagwell put away the ring box containing the "Die of Probability", immediately inquired about the whereabouts of Cano the Bellringer, hired a carriage, and headed straight for St. Delacour Cathedral, entering the magnificent bell tower that boldly used red, blue, and yellow.
Inside the bell tower, Cano had a small room to himself.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Dagwell knocked three times, impatient to hand over the item in his hand.
With a creak, the brown wooden door opened, and a tall yet slightly stooped man walked out.
He looked to be around forty. By themselves, his features were fine, but combined, they created an extreme sense of disharmony.
Klein took one glance and saw that his eyes were uneven, his nostrils were of different sizes, the muscles on the left side were slightly slack, causing his mouth to droop, while the right side was the exact opposite.
Cano's legs were clearly of different lengths, one arm was thick and the other thin, his whole body was extremely asymmetrical and hideous.
"Who are you?" Cano, dressed in a black robe, looked at the two men.
"Are you Cano the Bellringer?" Dagwell, the fat pharmacist, asked cautiously.
Cano chuckled, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. "There shouldn't be another person as ugly as me."
"Indeed." Dagwell nodded very honestly, then laughed. "It's obvious you have a great mindset. Actually, for a man, appearance doesn't matter. What's important is being strong in that department."
Tsk, you've obviously never met ladies and misses who truly care about looks... Klein, who had lived through the era of internet celebrities, sneered to himself.
Cano's expression darkened. "I don't want to talk about this."
"You have problems in that area too? No problem, I have all sorts of potions. One of them is sure to cure your problem..." Before Dagwell could finish, Klein, afraid that he would be beaten to death on the spot, stepped forward and blocked half of his body.
Klein said in a low voice, "He is Roy King's student."
"I already guessed. Roy King described his traits." Cano stepped aside and invited the two inside.
His room was very small, with only a bed and a cabinet that served as a dining table. The washroom was on the ground floor of the bell tower.
Dagwell took out the ring box and handed it to Cano, putting on a smile. "My teacher asked me to deliver this to you."
Cano opened it and saw that the die was showing a 4. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Dagwell, "You're not as unreliable as your teacher said. I can see you didn't try to use it. Doing so would wake it up and let it know that it is no longer sealed."
"..." The fat pharmacist's face reddened, and he said honestly, "It's just quiet for now. In another hour or two, it will start moving on its own again. You'd better find a way to seal it again."
Cano's face twitched. "Again?"
"Well, um, I accidentally dropped it on the ground, and then it just... it just started coming to life bit by bit..." Dagwell instinctively glanced at Harry the Owl, only to find that he hadn't followed them inside and was standing guard outside the bell tower.
Cano's eyes widened noticeably, and his stooped body nearly straightened. "How did you manage to get here?"
In his opinion, Roy King's student should have been toyed to death by the die long ago.
Dagwell quickly pointed at Gehrman Sparrow. "Thanks to this gentleman. He is a powerful adventurer. He provided the most effective protection and a method to temporarily seal the die."
"What method?" Cano the Bellringer blurted out.
Klein smiled. "Trade secret."
Cano's expression shifted a few times, and he pressed his hand to his chest, giving a bow. "On behalf of our organization, I thank you for your help."
Dagwell took the opportunity to say, "His hiring fee is 1,000 pounds plus one request. The request is for us to help him find a mystical item with a strong offensive ability and not too severe a negative effect. He will buy it at a reasonable price.
Er, I only have a little over 300 pounds, so I've only paid that much. As for the rest... it's up to you..."
Cano listened silently, then twitched the corner of his mouth. "I only have just over 100 pounds..."