"You keep staring at the dice, take turns, and you can't relax."

"Okay." After watching Gehrman Sparrow enter the master bedroom, Darkwill walked to the coffee table, sat down, and said to Harry the owl while staring at the dice, "How do you feel now?"

Harry flew around and muttered, "Why am I not Haiyan?"

In the master bedroom, Klein entered above the gray mist, and beckoned to make the "Sea God's Scepter" fly out from the pile of debris.

Holding the short staff inlaid with blue "gems" on the top, he quickly responded to his prayers.

Klein didn't expend too much spirituality to directly calm the storm. This is because he is not far away from the waters of the Rorsted Islands. Such an obvious and exaggerated supernatural phenomenon can easily cause the "Sea King" Yan Kottman or the storm on board in the same domain. The priest's attention, the second is to retain the "strength" and guard against the "dice of probability".

What he did was very simple, that is, he added layer after layer of extraordinary effects to the ship, so that it could sail steadily in the wind and waves in the heavy rain without capsizing.

For Sequence 5 and Sequence 6 Extraordinary below demigods, if they want to do similar things to a passenger ship that can carry hundreds of people, they must prepare a long time in advance, arrange extremely complicated rituals, and use up almost all of them. It can be done, but for the "Sea God" in this field, everything is easy and simple.

"The demigod really has a 'god' side..." Klein sighed, threw the scepter back into the pile of debris, and disappeared into the gray mist without a sound.

In the following time, the ship was ups and downs, high and low, like fallen leaves in the wind, but no matter how terrifying and "tall" the dark blue waves around it were, there was no problem with it, and it came to the end of the storm smoothly.

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Thursday morning, Backlund, Williams Street.

Forsi Wall arrived here again in a carriage.

Instead of sitting in the cafe, she walked slowly along the street, looking at the passing pedestrians and the surrounding buildings, and recorded characteristic characters from time to time as the material of the novel.

"There are really a lot of foreigners here, mainly Feysac and Intis people, hehe, one is a savage and burly white bear, the other is a bright and fancy rooster..." Forsi said to herself with a low smile.

At this time, she came to the middle of Williams Street, where there was an abandoned chapel, covered with withered vines inside and out, and gray stones scattered everywhere.

With the intention of being worthy of Mister "World"'s reward, Forsi deliberately moved closer to check for any abnormalities.

She went around the chapel first, but found nothing.

Then, she went inside, carefully avoiding the disgusting feces and decay, and quickly inspected every corner.

Suddenly, the movement of her eyes stopped, and her brows furrowed a little.

In a certain half-collapsed corner, the ground has been excavated by someone, the potholes are not big or deep, and there are traces of fingers remaining!

This could be considered an anomaly... Fors cautiously withdrew without further investigation.

After walking the entire length of Williams Street, she immediately returned home, sorted out the abnormalities she found and recorded materials, sacrificed them to Mr. Fool with a ceremony, and asked him to hand them over to The World��Forsi did not She didn't hide anything she saw, even if there was nothing wrong with them on the surface, because she knew very well that whether it was abnormal should be judged by the "world", not herself who didn't understand the situation.

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Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.

Klein directly flipped through the report submitted by Miss Magician.

"There are traces of excavation in that abandoned chapel? Miss Sharron and I have dealt with the previous ones... Who else has dug it? Raft Pound, the descendant of the Tudor family? He last time Possessed by an evil spirit, almost died, without help, it is impossible to take another risk... who would it be..." Klein thought for a while, but failed to locate the suspect, so he could only continue reading.

Looking at the records with great linguistic beauty, he keenly noticed a problem: "There are many foreigners on this street, mainly Feysacs and Intis...

"It wasn't like this when I went to Williams Street before... Is there a newly opened Fusac and Intis company nearby?

"Fusac, Intis..." JrNovels.com