Gas lamps at both ends of the stone bridge quietly illuminated the road, but could not dispel the darkness beneath. Only a dim crimson glow falling from high above barely lit the brown soil.
The "Fate Councilor" Rjorde, hiding in the bridge arch, had not made a sound for a long time, making Klein wonder if he had died from his severe injuries—he guessed that the earlier failure to attach luck might also be due to this.
Just as Klein was about to speak to confirm, Rjorde coughed twice and said hoarsely:
"As expected of a powerful adventurer who can temporarily seal dice..."
"The current situation is beyond my expectations. Cough, I'm very curious what happened that my attached luck completely failed to work."
"Regrettably, I cannot come out and face you directly; otherwise, I should be able to see things that other Beyonders of different Pathways find hard to see, even if they have high Spirit Vision."
"This is a specialty of the Fate Pathway."
So, the problem lies with me, huh? That's not the main point; the main point is you have to give me that 700 pounds, no, 730 pounds… Klein rolled his eyes internally and couldn't help but think of the orphan from Tingen City nicknamed "Monster", Admesil.
That young man, roughly equivalent to half a Sequence 9, screamed, fell to the ground, his eyes bleeding, terrified as if he had met a demon.
Is it because he has a specialty of the "Wheel of Fortune" Pathway that he saw my problem, saw something related to the Gray Fog? Unfortunately, this "Fate Councilor" is seriously injured and surrounded by a domain of misfortune, so I can't ask him to examine me… I'll go back and ask "Serpent of Mercury" Will Auceptin; he might know something, but this Pathway also tends to be mystifying, he probably won't give me a direct answer, most likely only a few vague and ambiguous words… Klein kept a blank expression and said:
"Then what do you plan to do?"
Rjorde sighed and said:
"Go call Dakwell over. I'll attach luck to him, and let him go to the casino to win money in your place."
Based on the hotel name given by Councilor Rjorde, Klein quickly found the fat pharmacist Dakwell, then, carrying his suitcase and cane, watched woodenly as the man kept winning at several casinos, collecting 750 pounds by dawn.
After receiving the 730-pound balance, Klein came to a profound realization:
The reason the luck failed earlier was because of himself!
"Why?" Klein tucked away his bulging wallet, frowned, and silently muttered to himself.
He quickly thought of the invisible thin gray-white mist around him and vaguely understood the reason.
"After advancing to 'Faceless', the Gray Fog has interwoven with reality to some extent. Not only can it help me block out relatively weak whispers, but it can also disrupt fate-related influences imposed by others within a certain range? So the luck given by that councilor couldn't take effect."
"By this logic, a certain degree of misfortune shouldn't affect me either."
"Ha, what kind of situation is this? It both prevents me from becoming unlucky and crushes my hope of becoming a lucky winner..." Klein shook his head inwardly, followed Dakwell and the owl back to the stone bridge, and taught "Fate Councilor" Rjorde the method to summon his messenger, asking him to forward any information about offensive magical items as soon as he got it.
After doing all this, Klein found an inn in the port city of Olavie Island, rented a common room, and settled down.
…………
Backlund, morning.
Emlyn White walked under the gloomy sky he liked, through fog less thick than last November and December, and once again arrived outside 7 Pinster Street in the North District.
He rang the doorbell, straightened his back, raised his chin slightly, and waited patiently.
Leonard opened the door, glanced at the handsome but quite annoying face, cleared the way, and allowed him to enter.
He was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers at home, but had added an unbuttoned dark vest over them.
"What's your decision?" Leonard asked with a smile.
"No problem." Since it wasn't his money, Emlyn had no intention of bargaining.
He even thought that bargaining, given the other person's previous attitude, would only make the price increase.
Leonard nodded slightly and chuckled:
"Pretty wealthy, huh?"
I can tell you're fishing for information… Emlyn snorted inwardly and replied:
"That's not your concern."
Having said that, he lifted the small leather case, opened it, and showed the 7000 pounds inside.
Leonard took out the stacks one by one and examined them carefully.
Then he removed the red glove on his left hand and handed it to Emlyn:
"This is the mystical item you need. It can disguise itself in different colors."
"It's called 'Spark', enhances the user's charisma, makes their words extremely persuasive. It can steal one supernatural ability from a target within 50 meters. The better you know the target, the easier it is to steal the desired ability; the less you know, the more random, relying on luck."
"If the target's Sequence is higher than 6, failure is possible; the higher, the greater the chance of failure."
"After successful theft, the target loses that ability and must wait at least 12 hours to recover, while the owner of 'Spark' can use it proficiently for about 10 minutes."
"And it's expensive because its negative effects are very minor."
After listening quietly to the description, Emlyn became very interested in the mystical item "Spark" and asked: