"...What about me?" Darkwill asked in amazement, forgetting to be angry for a moment.

Mr. Harry the owl clicked his tongue twice: "Don't you realize the worries and fears in your heart? You even suspect that you may not see the sun tomorrow. That weird dice is really, really dangerous!

"If I were you, I would throw it directly out of the window and into the sea, and let your teacher's teacher salvage it by himself."

"...how do you know my teacher's teacher?" Darkwill asked back.

Mr. Harry raised his head proudly: "Don't doubt an owl's eyesight."

Darkwill was already lost in thought, and didn't pay attention to its answer: "No, that won't work, throwing dice into the sea won't solve all problems.

"According to what the old man said before, even if it is buried by the sea, after a few days, the big shots can get close to pick it up, then it will really be lost, silly bird, you don't have enough mystic knowledge to understand these important seals Things are like the most popular whores in the red theater, always attracting horny men."

"Including you." Harry the owl responded calmly, "As for the lack of common sense in mysticism, I think there is a famous saying that can explain it. Emperor Roselle once said that if children do not receive a good education, it is the father's fault. This sentence can also be used to describe the problem between the pet and the owner. Well, Darkwill, no matter what, I think you must communicate with Gehrman Sparrow about the dice, otherwise the next would be more dangerous."

"I'll take another look, and then, maybe it will be fixed at six..." Darkwill said hesitantly.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and lay down.

At this time, the storm that had been raging for a while gradually subsided, the sky began to clear, and the passenger ship blew its sailing whistle.

In the living room of the first-class cabin, Klein looked out the window and saw the hazy rainbow appearing after the rain. His heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

He is not afraid of simple enemies. On the sea, except for the four kings and the official demigods, except for the pirate generals who appear in the form of a fleet, it is difficult for others to threaten the "squirming hunger" and several magical items. He, even if the ship is bombed and sunk, even if he falls into the sea, he who has many spells in the "Sea God" domain can still find a way to escape.

But something like luck is really difficult to grasp, it is beyond his ability, and he can't even think of a way to deal with it.

Although my title is the Yellow and Black King in charge of good luck, it was changed from that transfer ceremony, and the function of that transfer ceremony is obviously not to let people get rid of bad luck... Darkwell's matter is a bit difficult Ah, I can only work harder, pay close attention to his situation, and immediately rescue him if there is any unlucky thing that will cause death... I hope I can survive these few days and reach Oravi Island. The elders of the fat pharmacist should have a way to let him He changed his luck... Klein rubbed his forehead, but there was nothing unusual.

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Darkwell was too nervous to sleep well last night and fell into a dream unconsciously.

After a while, his stomach told him it was time to get up for lunch.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but it seemed that an invisible person was pressing on him, making it difficult for him to move.

He felt the back of his head swell and tingle a little, and he felt his breathing becoming labored and his heart beating faster than normal.

No, it won't be a sudden death in a dream... Darkwill struggled hard, but he couldn't wake up, and his whole body became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, his mouth was pecked open by a sharp object, and the cold liquid was poured in, and along the lines of his face, his chin and neck were wet.

Darkwill's body relaxed for a moment, and his eyes finally opened, and he saw two bright yellow round eyes that were as close as they could touch his head.

Having an extraordinary pet is still useful... Darkwill first sighed, then sat up quickly, and took out the ring box.

At this time, the dice inside turned to the other side.

1 o'clock!

Unlucky enough to almost die suddenly in a dream? No, it doesn't feel that simple, it seems to magnify certain probabilities, such as the probability of sudden death in a dream, the probability of being struck by lightning... No, no, if this continues, I will definitely die! Darkwill thought with extreme panic.

Fear quickly overwhelmed him, driving him to the door with the ring box in his hand.

Perhaps due to the impact of almost sudden death, he had no strength, and it was difficult to twist the handle while holding it.

"Help! Help!" shrieked Mr. Harry the Owl. JrNovels.com