Lord of the Mysteries

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Above the fog, in the palace of the giant's residence.

Klein's fingers tapped the edge of the mottled long table, and the thoughts continued to revolve around the strange scorpion.

"It can make me feel unaffected without any abnormality... This is almost the same as the original '0-08', just one in front of me, one hiding behind the scenes... it must be a seal, and it is close The top one, even if it is not '0', is a very special presence in the '1' level...

"Fate, this kind of thing, I can't interfere for the time being, but I can't passively deal with it. Over time, similar levels of seals often cause more serious damage, and may affect people around fat pharmacists, such as me and The passengers on the ship..." Klein thought for a while, without a clue, decided to return to the real world immediately.

He didn't know how to seal the dice or how to weaken its influence, but he knew that someone knew.

This person is the "Silver Snake" Will Anthony in the mother's stomach, still in the fetus!

After entering the master bedroom, taking out the thousand paper cranes from the wallet and unfolding on the table, Klein looked at the surface of the wiping marks, picked up the pencil, and wrote a simple question:

"How is the scorpion handled?"

He folded the thousand paper cranes back, stuffed them into the wallet, and then went outside the servant's room and tapped three times.

This is not a violation of the people of German Sparrow, because he is a gentleman of literary grace, of course, Klein is mainly afraid of slamming the door will directly kill the unlucky fat pharmacist Dakwell, which belongs to "death" "The series of movies gave him a growing insight.

In addition, Klein has some concerns that he will see the eyes of spicy eyes when he opens the door directly.

With the preferences expressed by Dakwell, he found himself in an extremely dangerous situation, and it was difficult to get rid of it. After waiting for death, there was no small probability to decide the final cool... Klein’s belly, heard The fat pharmacist responded with anger:

"whats the matter?"

It’s not dead yet... Klein carefully opened the door, leaned forward slightly, looked at Dakwell and the ring box opened in front of him, calmly asked:

"What time?"

"Is there a wall clock..." Dakwell is still the one who has no spirit.

"I asked the blind man." Klein added succinctly.

"It's still 3 o'clock..." Dakwell first answered instinctively, then twisted his head and jumped up. "Do you believe me?"

Klein did not respond, lest the other side think of the scene where German Sparrow had just been fooled by the blind.

He turned his body and said nothing in his tone:

"Bring the donkey to the outside."

"it is good!"

"Ok!"

Dakwell and Owl Harry were pleasantly surprised, almost at the same time.

They raised their arms and one raised their wings.

When the fat pharmacist took the ring box very carefully, Klein pointed to the coffee table:

"put it on top."

He said as he sat down to the sofa next to him, his elbows on his thighs, and his body tilted forward to examine the strange scorpion.

From the outside, this scorpion does not have any eccentric eccentricities. The only difference from the normal one is that even the three points are red.

Klein cautiously didn't touch, slightly straightened up, looking at the fat pharmacist Dakwell sitting on the opposite chair and the fat owl Harry who fell to the top of the chair:

"Describe the specific situation."

Dakwell no longer has any concealment, laughing more ugly than crying:

"This is an important seal inside our organization. My task is to send it to the hands of the designated personnel of Olawe.

"But, you also saw it, it is very dangerous, it will turn on its own, even if there is no corresponding space!

"When it goes to 6 o'clock, the holder will be lucky enough to do anything easily and easily, just as I used to sneak up on you with quite awkward lies."

Don't mention this... You will one day be taught by the mouth... Klein listens without expression.

Dakwell continues to say:

"One point means that the holder will be very unlucky, and nothing can be successful. Even if I tell you everything without concealing it, you will not believe it...

"2 points should be a lesser degree of doom, but why can it cause me to be struck by lightning... This is incomprehensible!

"3 points and 4 points are normal unlucky and lucky, which can be confirmed. 5 points correspond to 2 points."

You are not bad enough, otherwise I have already smashed you a meal... Klein thought about it and calmly told:

"From now on, you take turns monitoring this scorpion. When it falls below 3, tell me immediately."

"We?" Dakwell was a bit stunned.

"Include me?" The owl at the top of the back of his chair raised his right wing.

Klein leaned back against the back of the sofa and picked up his right leg, calmly saying:

“This helps keep your energy and keep your attention.”

After that, he pointed his owl at the chin:

"You start first."

"My name is Harry." The owl muttered.

Harry... Klein resisted the smile and turned to Dakwell:

"You go to pull the bell and let the waiter come. From now on, we choose the meal delivery service.

"Before you arrive in Olavy, you must stay in the living room and you can't go anywhere.

"Even if you want to enter the bathroom, you have to be at 3 o'clock and 4 o'clock.

"If I can't stop, I will give you a bucket."

Listening to Galman Sparo's methodical command, the fat pharmacist Dakwell settled down a little, not as fearful as before.

One of the things he was most worried about earlier was that Galman Sparo's greed was induced, he chose to kill and rob the goods, and the second was that the crazy crazy adventurer was scared by the nephew and decided to interrupt the commission and no longer provide protection.

And now it seems that German Sparrow is not afraid, even confidence is not small!

Dakwell sighed in relief and thought:

"His performance was really professional...

"And not afraid at all!

"He can also forcibly break free from the influence of Xunzi and accept my explanation. It is a powerful adventurer who can easily kill ‘smartwriters! It is definitely a strong pirate general!”

Dakwell stood up and walked to the door, ringing the service bell.

Just as he returned to the sofa area, the ear whispered the sound of the owl Harry sharply:

"Changed, changed!

"2:00!"

In the hustle and bustle, Klein slammed his feet on the sofa without any warning, and rushed to the side of Kewell.

boom!

At the same time as a gunshot came from outside, Klein pulled Dakwell's arm, his arm was pulled back, his wrists were shaking, and the chubby pharmacist was on the other side.

At this time, Dirkwell's original standing position on the wall, there is a hole in the bullet.

Is this a pistol fire? Or when shooting a target such as a seabird, hit it somewhere and bounce back in? In either case, the probability of occurrence is very low, and the result... Kline looks sideways at the fat pharmacist:

"Is there an injury?"

After Dirkwell was afraid to shake his head:

"Nothing."

In the following period, Klein successively solved ten accidents, including the sudden fall of the roof chandelier, the slippery maintenance worker's hammer went straight to Dakwell's head, and the fat pharmacist's throat was almost killed by the fishbone.

This doesn't look too great, but for Klein, it needs to be highly concentrated and exhausted.

Fortunately, the blind man turned to 4 o'clock on his own, and finally ended an hour full of disaster.

No, go on like this, maybe I will have an accident when I save people... Klein sent the captain who came to apologize, to Dakwell:

"I slept for half an hour.

"You are staring at the blind, and wake me up with problems."

The fat pharmacist and the owl nodded while the chick was eating.

Relying on the back of the sofa, Klein quickly fell asleep with meditation, hoping that Will Anthony had already responded.

When he was awake in his dreams and saw that he was in a dark and deserted plain, he quietly sighed and walked along the familiar road to the depths of the black spire.

On the raised floor surrounded by a piece of Tarot, there were more words in a row of silver, which were dense and numerous.

Klein stopped and quickly browsed:

"It's called 'the probability of probability'.

“It’s the highest level seal in our school, and I think it can meet the ‘0’ level.

"It controls the probability of each thing. At 1 o'clock, the probability of adversely affecting the target is amplified to the limit. At 2 o'clock, the unfavorable probability is greatly increased. This does not mean that 2 points must be safer than 1 point, because once the probability becomes higher, Any accident can happen. 3 points are amplifying the unfavorable probability, and 4 to 6 points are opposite.

"Even for me who can reset the process to a certain extent, it is also a very dangerous seal. Use it to kill the gods and, of course, kill yourself."

I understand that the battle between you and the probability is like the confrontation between the goddess of Savolud and the **** of the scorpion (Note 1)... Klein spit in his heart and continues reading:

"The 'probability of ambiguity' has a living character, always letting the holder go back and forth between unlucky and lucky. If you don't pay attention, you will die by accident. When it wakes up enough, it will hold a little bit. The people and things around them are included in their own control and manipulate the probability of their behavior.

"Although I haven't confirmed it, I suspect that if it is given a long enough time, it can affect the whole world, and let all the behavior of all creatures be determined by the number of points it throws, except of course the gods."

Simply put, it is the whole world of data... This is definitely a category of “0” seals, and the damage is extremely high! It’s terrible... Klein frowned at an uncontrollably level and eagerly read:

“To really seal the ‘probability of 骰’ is quite complicated. Simply put, it is to isolate it from the spiritual world, the astral world and the real world with a specific seal. You can give it a try.

"Haha, I showdown, I have long found that you can fight against my predictions, maybe you can use this to seal it.

"There is another way, but it can only reduce the impact for a short time, but this is enough to send the ‘probability of 概率’ to the person who can seal it.

"The way is to use it to have a living character, relying on effective means to intimidate it, so that it will be well-behaved, no, quiet for a period of time, about 12 hours, and then will continue.

"The more you intimidate, the less impact it will have. After more than a week, it will hate you and the probability of manipulating you madly.

"Finally, thank you for your help, your sincere friend Will Anthony."

It’s a “snake of destiny”, and it’s true that I found my special... I’m throwing the “probability of ambiguity” above the fog, it should be able to seal it... but the problem is that this kind of “0” seal with alive characteristics Things may affect the mysterious space above the fog, drive me out, become the master... This kind of thing can't be answered with divination, it can definitely make a confrontation, just like "0-08" ... Klein vetoed the idea of ​​using fog.

When he thought about turning around, he suddenly had an idea.

Klein was busy with the dream, sobered up, to the fat pharmacist Dakwell:

"I have a way to suppress the impact of it."

"What?" Dirkwell asked.

Klein didn't answer, and picked up the "4" point up "probability" and walked into the bathroom.

What is he going to do? I remember that in some folk customs, the treatment of evil things is to pour feces... vomit... Dakwell is not willing to think again.

Entering the bathroom and unlocking the door, Klein immediately arranged the ceremony and summoned himself. Then he came over the fog and brought out the iron cigarette case.

Then, he picked up the "probability of the shackles" and opened the cigarette box - which contained the "black eyes" from the master of the secret.

In the dim light, Klein's face was heavily shadowed, and his eyes narrowly and introvertly brought the "probability of ambiguity" close to the strange eyes, which is the extraordinary characteristic of the "real creator" spiritual pollution.

His mouth slowly opened, revealing a kind smile, whispering to the scorpion in his hand:

"Come, I invite you to listen to the concert."

Note 1: Savraud is the homonym of save/load, meaning archive and read.

PS: I started to recover two more today.