Chapter 602: Becoming Famous

Darkwill sprawled on the ground, momentarily forgetting to stand up. His

mind remained blank.

Ever since he had matured, he had never encountered a scenario of

tripping himself. After consuming the potions, his body had experienced

enhancements to a certain degree, making it even more impossible. Now,

for some baffling reason, he had fallen down in an inexplicable manner.

Did I step on something? Darkwill suddenly snapped to his

senses as he struck down with his palm and rolled to his feet. He

pretended as though the one who had just fallen wasn't him.

He looked left and right without finding anything odd on the ground.

Filled with puzzlement, he took a few difficult steps forward to pick up

the milky-white die.

At this moment, a patrolling constable seemed to have sensed the

disturbance as he jogged over with baton in hand while holding his other

hand down on his revolver.

Upon seeing this scene, Darkwill suddenly felt worried, feeling

suspicious that he had fallen for a trap.

*They caught Old Man but haven't come for me all this time. It's because

they were secretly observing me and waiting for me to find some

clues?*

*Now, I've gotten my hands on this strange die, they've started taking

action?*

The official Beyonders are here to catch me?

Darkwill instinctively turned around and ran, but he had suffered a

rather heavy fall, causing him to feel pain in his knees. He was

momentarily only able to walk.

Seeing the patrolling constable approach him, and with him not being

able to run, a scene of an underground prison instantly surfaced in

Darkwill's mind. In an environment with only an everlasting candlelight,

locked with Beyonders who would heave intensely like monsters...

"What happened?" the patrolling constable pressed down on his revolver

as he kept his distance and asked cautiously.

Darkwill suddenly felt an irrepressible fear. As his wrist trembled, the

milky-white die he had just picked up fell to the ground again as it

rolled a few times.

This time, six red dots pointed up.

Faced with the constable's scrutiny, Darkwill replied with a trembling

voice, "I just stepped onto a damn banana skin and fell."

The moment he said that, he felt his heart skip a beat. This was because

there wasn't any banana skins on the ground.

*Damn it. I was too nervous. I should've said that I tripped

myself...* Darkwill thought in frustration.

He decided to summon the owl perched on the roof opposite him, preparing

to make a last stand.

The patrolling constable gave him a glance and chuckled.

"Make sure to watch where you place your feet when walking. I was

imagining that you had been robbed."

He released his palm on his revolver, raised his baton, and walked away.

"..."

In a daze, Darkwill looked at the constable's back that was opening up a

gap from him. He wasn't sure how the constable had so easily believed

his excuse that was filled with mistakes.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the milky-white die which was

sitting on the ground in silence. He slowly frowned.

*I'm not pure Loenese. The constables here don't need to suck up to

me... Could it be all thanks to this? Be it my strange fall or my weird

way of convincing the constable, it was all because of this? Is this

that important Sealed Artifact which Teacher was taking care

of?* Darkwill quickly made certain connections as he carefully

proceeded forward. He picked up the die again and stuffed it into the

extremely tiny ring box. In the box, the die had no room to roll.

Signaling to his owl, Darkwill picked up the News report copy, stopped a

rental carriage, and hobbled up. His destination---Red Theater.

The carriage smoothly proceeded forward. Because dusk was setting in,

the street lamps which were relatively far away didn't illuminate the

area much. He wasn't in a rush to study the ring box or the die inside.

He patiently waited until he returned home.

After entering the herb store and heading up to the residential area on

the second floor, he lit the wall lamp and chased the silly bird out of

his room. He sat in front of his desk and repeatedly checked on the ring

box and milky-white die.

Finally, he took out a folded piece of paper about the length of a

finger segment from the bottom of the ring box.

Darkwill inhaled silently as he quickly spread open the piece of paper

and discovered that there were three paragraphs written in ancient

Feysac.

"If I didn't appear three days after the appointed time, then I must've

been betrayed and have been arrested. Therefore, do not seek out help

from the other members of the School of Thought. This is because I'm

unable to determine who did it. This will bring you great danger.

"There is only one thing that you need to do. Bring the die to Oravi

Island and hand it to the bellman, Carnot, in the port city. My teacher,

Ricciardo, is hidden there. The subsequent matters will be handled by

him.

"Don't worry that I'll divulge this secret. Once I finish writing this

letter, all relevant memories would completely disappear. I wouldn't

even remember having an apprentice like you until I'm rescued. Remember,

try your best not to use the die. It has living characteristics. The

more you use it, the easier it is for it to awaken. It will roll itself

when you aren't watching it, even without any space. When it's at '1,'

please trust me when I say that you'll suffer from worse than a direct

death. This is because almost everything you do will end in failure,

including your bed activities."

Indeed, this die is very dangerous... Darkwill subconsciously

sighed and immediately realized the dumb act he had done out of

goodwill.

In order to rescue his teacher, Roy King, he overcame his cowardliness

and remained in Bayam, as well as sent out a cry for help to the Life

School of Thought members.

And according to the information, this meant that he might very well

have been targeted by the person who betrayed Roy King!

*Why didn't you say so earlier! No, why didn't I head out to buy the die

earlier!?* Darkwill raised his hands and yanked at his hair.

He didn't dare stay any longer. He decided to leave his residence and

buy a scalped ticket at night. He would head for Oravi Island early the

next morning. That was an island that was on the route between the

Rorsted Archipelago and Toscarter Island.

My charms, my revolver, my bullets... Darkwill quickly counted

the items that could provide him with safety, feeling concern over his

lack of combat strength.

He quickly thought of an idea as he paced around and mumbled, "I need to

hire a bodyguard. A bodyguard..."

Who should I hire? How much money must I spend? Amidst his

thoughts, Darkwill's gaze swept across the News Report copy which he had

just brought back.

Suddenly, he thought of an excellent bodyguard---Gehrman Sparrow!

A powerful adventurer who could hunt a pirate worth 5,400 pounds!

*If he's willing to accept the mission, I should be able to successfully

arrive at Oravi Island if the "councilor" doesn't take action... How can

I find him? Right! I should paste notices in the bars where adventurers

frequently appear!* Darkwill nodded indiscernibly as he stuffed

the items back into his packed suitcase. With this plump owl, he left

the herb store once again, his heart feeling the pinch.

In the seas beyond the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small port belonging to

Loen, the Black Death was docked there without any scruples. It was

being surrounded by three ships.

Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy, who had just taken a hot bath, wore a loose

man's shirt, and she finished the final treatment for her mostly

recovered wound.

To a Demoness, scars weren't a thing.

At this moment, the blonde female attendant knocked on the door and

entered the captain's cabin after receiving permission.

When she saw Tracy, her cheeks flushed red as she moved her gaze away.

"Captain, a telegram was sent from Bayam to the port over here.

"Mithor, uh---Third mate has been killed."

Tracy stopped her actions as her expression sank. She asked hesitantly,

"Do you know who did it?"

She had sent Wormtongue Mithor to Bayam to investigate the assassination

attempt on her, firstly as a form of punishment for his dereliction of

duty, and secondly, to spread the news that she was heavily injured so

as to lure others who harbored malicious intent into attacking her. She

never expected Mithor to be able to make any breakthroughs or

developments in a short period of time.

After the demigod addressed as Death Consul by the Demoness of Unaging

visited her, she had deliberately concealed this matter and didn't

quickly inform Mithor. She allowed the punishment to continue as she

felt that it was naturally for the best if his investigations turned

fruitful. Even if there was nothing, she wouldn't be too disappointed

either.

She never thought about the possibility of Mithor being placed at risk,

as it was a part of the punishment.

But to her surprise, Mithor had been killed so quickly!

The blonde female attendant handed over the telegram and said, "It was

done by an adventurer named Gehrman Sparrow. It can be confirmed that he

had used a Beyonder power similar to Dragon's Might."

"Gehrman Sparrow... Dragon's Might... Heh heh. Qilangos also knew

Dragon's Might. He likely Grazed a Psychiatrist or Hypnotist with

Creeping Hunger." Tracy sneered after receiving the telegram as she

spoke to herself.

She was quite certain that Gehrman Sparrow was the enemy who had

disguised himself as Helene to attack her. Furthermore, he had been

using the Faceless powers which Qilangos had Grazed.

*Creeping Hunger is with him, and he has an ancient demigod, who Mother

addressed as Death Consul, backing him... Does this mean that Qilangos

was really killed by that Death Consul?* Tracy muttered silently

as she waved her hand to send the blonde attendant out.

After the door to the captain's cabin closed, she chuckled to herself.

*If I were to divulge this information, the organization that ordered

Qilangos to assassinate Duke Negan would definitely be very

interested.*

For a brief moment of time, she really had the urge to do so, but her

rationality stopped her.

This was because it meant that she would directly offend the Death

Consul!

And with the single chance of him being recognized as the murderer, she

would immediately be suspected of divulging the information.

*When the time comes, unless I hide back at Mother's side, I'll be under

the shadow of death at any moment... I'm not afraid of other Saints.

They will have to find me before they can attack me. Besides, there will

definitely be some indication of that, and a significant amount of time

is needed. I will have sufficient chances to escape danger, b-but the

Death Consul can travel using the spirit world. As long as he determines

my location, he will quickly appear beside me...* Tracy bit her

lip as she thought in depression.

She gave up her previous thoughts and decided to take note of Gehrman

Sparrow's whereabouts. She wouldn't spare him once a good opportunity

arose!

At this moment, Klein was still living in the Teana Inn, waiting for his

bounty to be delivered to him.