"It's ancillary to my problem, not following the rules.

"Great master, I have noticed a strange thing outside your room, but I can't see it clearly. Can you tell me what it is?"

This magic mirror is very powerful, it seems to be able to see everything, but it will be disturbed and mosaiced when it involves high levels... Klein calmly replied: "Dice of probability."

With a clacking sound, Arrods presented a new word on the illusory white paper: "It... great master, you can ask questions now."

Klein thought for a while and said, "What do you want to remind about the 'Dice of Probability'?"

At this time, the radio receiver seemed to be a little brighter, and it was no longer as gloomy as before, and the spit out of the illusory white paper slowed down: "It is a very mean and vengeful guy, master, you must give it to someone else as soon as possible!

"It is an item solidified from the uniqueness of the 'Wheel of Fortune'. You can give it to any 'Mercury Snake', and they will be very grateful to you. In short, it is not suitable to be your servant.

"The breath is about to dissipate, and your loyal and humble servant Arrodes has to leave. Finally, I praise you again, my great master, the ruler of the spiritual world, bye~"

"Uniqueness"... "Dice of Probability" turned out to be the "uniqueness" of the "monster" pathway... This is the first time I have seen the so-called "uniqueness". It is really scary, and it can digitize the entire real world... �The "monster" pathway is also called the "Wheel of Fortune" pathway, and Sequence 0 is the "Wheel of Fortune"? Klein looked at the wireless telegraph that had returned to normal, but couldn't recall his thoughts for a short while.

He didn't have any greed for the "Dice of Probability". This is because the other party does not belong to the "Seer" path, and it has extremely terrible negative effects. He is also afraid that after a long time, the vengeful dice will kill the "Tail Swallower" "Ouroreus was attracted.

"If this thing gets above the gray fog, even if it can be isolated and sealed inside, it will most likely be able to digitalize that mysterious space. In the future, the Tarot Gathering might become a gang game..." Klein had never been in contact with this thing before. It is a top-level thing, and it is completely impossible to judge what will happen after throwing the "Dice of Probability" on the gray fog.

He decided to continue intimidating the dice, and smoothly sent it to Oravi Island, and handed it over to members of the Life School who had the means to seal it. As for the task exceeding the standard, he didn't care, because the biggest benefit was to harvest the "Snake of Destiny" Will Auceptin's friendship.

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Backlund, Harvest Church.

Emlyn White held a strange badge the size of an eyeball, and heyed in his heart: "'World' is really long-winded, isn't it just going to Pinster Street in the North District to find a Nighthawk named Leonard Mitchell? ?Even specifically emphasizing that the other party has a secret, there is a high probability that it will drag people into a dream.

"This is doubting my ability!"

Emlyn stood up, put on a tuxedo and a white shirt, and looked sideways out the window.

Hehe, he has secrets, and I have secrets too. I bet that Lord Nibais or some earl is watching me secretly. If something goes wrong, they will definitely provide some help... Dreaming... Emlyn thought about it In a few seconds, he took out metal vials one by one, and used the spiritual materials inside to concoct a bottle of blue potion.

Putting away the bottle and potion, he put on his silk top hat, walked out of the lounge, bid farewell to Bishop Utravsky, and left the Harvest Church.

It was only morning at this time, but the sky in Backlund was very dark, and a thin mist filled the air like water.

Emlyn narrowed his eyes, put on his hat, and said to himself: "The sun is a bit harsh..."

He hailed a cab, went straight to the steam station, and bought a first-class ticket to the North District for sixpence.

This saves a lot of time than going directly!

After more than forty minutes, he arrived at his destination and stood outside the gate of No. 7 Pinster Street.

Emlyn rang the doorbell politely and waited patiently for a minute.

He was just about to write a note, stuff it in the crack of the door, and make an appointment for the next visit, when he finally heard lazy footsteps approaching.

It doesn't look like a servant... Emlyn nodded invisibly, took out the potion he had prepared before, unscrewed the lid, and Gulu drank it clean.

Then, he saw the door open, and saw a man with black hair and green eyes appear in front of him. He saw that the man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, the hem of his clothes was ripped out, and he was swaying in the wind, with a chic and unrestrained temperament. Kind of uninhibited.

Although he is a believer in the night, he has to say that he can barely compare with our blood race in appearance... Emlyn took off his hat, raised his chin slightly and said, "Good morning, you are Mr. Leonard Mitchell ?�

Leonard frowned inconspicuously, looked at the handsome man with a pair of striking red eyes in front of him, covered his mouth with his hand, and yawned inadvertently: "You are?" JrNovels.com