Whispering Verse

This script is not coercive and will not let Shade do something uncontrollably. But what is written on it will definitely happen and cannot be changed, just like the invisible hand manipulates fate, which is why Shade appears under the grape trellis again.

With his strength far weaker than the opponent's, Shade had no choice. He had never been so hungry for power. It is not that he has not strengthened himself in the past, but after all, the outsiders have just arrived in this world.

"In this kind of world, we still need strength."

Taking a breath to relax, and suppressing his inner uneasiness, Shade stared at the other party, and then slowly took out the pendant with the [Vampire Ring] hanging on it. The other party smiled after seeing it:

"It turns out this was stolen by you too."

But no.

Shade took out the box containing the [Twenty-sided Dice of Destiny]. The man was slightly surprised after opening it:

"Is this the secret-keeper-level relic? A rare relic that can interfere with destiny? So that's it. This is how you defeated the script. It's interesting and interesting. You are actually a correspondence magician from St. Lawrence Comprehensive College?"

He obviously knew these relics well.

Shade took out the pendant with the [Silver Moon Orb] hanging on his chest. The man took a look and shook his head:

"What is all this nonsense? It's really weird."

Shade did not continue to move. The man looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes and tapped the stone table with his right hand:

"Also, there is something unusual about you. The other person told me, and he won't lie to me."

So Shade took out the bag of dried frog legs, which were the casting materials for the spell [Frog's Leap].

"It's not this, what is this? Also! Are you kidding me?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then he tapped his fingers on the table and urged.

Shade took out the diary and showed two Rhodes cards, but the man didn't even look at them:

"Are you still a gambler? No, Rhodes cards are ordinary items. Don't you even have this common sense? Quickly, take out the things you have hidden. I know you definitely want to rely on that thing to make a comeback."

Shade thought for a while and looked at him with strange eyes, which made the man in the burgundy formal suit feel a little uncomfortable. Then, Shade took out the cold antique revolver from the rolled-up formal suit with one sleeve missing.

The moment he rubbed the lines on the gun with his fingertips, the outsider seemed to really see his destiny. I had a wonderful premonition in my heart, knowing that due to strange luck, the plan to use the spell [False Immortality] to fake death was no longer needed.

"Oh? What is this?"

The middle-aged man in a burgundy suit didn't recognize what it was, but after touching it and checking it repeatedly, he realized that it was indeed a relic. He picked it up and looked at it. After opening the revolver magazine, there were no bullets in the six magazine boxes, but it only shook slightly, and the bullet actually appeared in the magazine.

The middle-aged man's mouth curved into a smile:

"This is good. It consumes souls to automatically replenish bullets. I have always wanted to have an offensive [relic], and this is just right. It seems that I have good luck tonight. What you owe me must be paid back to me after all. Ha, fate is indeed fair to everyone! The law of conservation of luck is definitely not superstition.

I think you must know the function of this [relic], right? It's definitely more than just replenishing bullets, that's why you want to hide until the end, hoping that I won't notice and give you a chance to pull the trigger. "

Shade pursed his lips, wondering if he should praise the other person's rich imagination. Maybe the man sitting opposite should become a writer like Miss Louisa:

"Sorry, I don't know what this revolver is used for."

Shade said honestly. The man smiled. He held the gun in his right hand and heard a metallic click. His stubby fingers pressed down on the hammer. Then he slowly raised his hand and pointed the black muzzle at Shade's forehead:

"I used a spell to prevent gunshots from being heard. Since you don't want to say it, why don't we try it and see what effect this gun has. Do you want to die? Or tell me the answer."

The circular stone table was quite large, and the pistol was raised higher than the table and did not cross the center line of the round table.

A gas lamp hung on the grape trellis, and the round table was illuminated by candles brought by men. The dim yellow light shone on the faces of the two people at the table. In that moment of silence, not a single breath of wind blew.

Shade looked at the muzzle of the gun, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Even though he had his own plan, he still felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he felt sweat flowing down his face.

This fatal moment seems to be just one step away from death. This is the most critical situation since coming to this world. But among thousands of thoughts, he thought of the possibility of his own survival.

"My idea must be right, my idea must be right! The good luck tonight should not be over yet!"

He kept repeating in his mind.

"What is the purpose of this pistol [relic]?"

The man asked again. Shade shook his head. In front of the man, he unexpectedly reached out his hand and twisted the [Twenty-sided Dice of Destiny] in the open box.

"The good luck generated by [The Puppet Operator's Script] cannot affect the [Twenty-Sided Dice of Destiny]. If you want to rely on your good luck at this time to make yourself roll 20 again, you don't have to do so. , you can’t roll 20. Luck is no match for strength. Using the script, it is indeed possible to be misled by the trap of fate, but what else can you do this time?"

The man said in surprise, but saw that Shade was still making an action about throwing the dice. Shade felt that his back in his shirt was already soaked.

【are you ready? 】

The murmur sounded unexpectedly, she really understood Shade.

"Ready."

The middle-aged man in a burgundy suit saw his actions and laughed:

"Since you haven't given up yet, young Ring Warlock, farewell."

When the trigger is pulled, the antique revolver fires normally before the twenty-sided die of fate is thrown.

In the gunshot that failed to pierce the night sky due to thaumaturgy, the brass bullet flew out from the muzzle, passing through the dim light of the gas lamp and the evening breeze of the summer garden, leaving a cyclone in the air and flying over the round table. The center line flew towards Sha De's eyebrows.

This was the real moment before death. Shade did not think about the people he knew in this world. Instead, he closed his eyes while holding the dice that had not been thrown:

"This must be..."

There was a strange black iron-colored aura attached to the bullet, which prevented the bullet from continuing forward. Instead, it drew a perfect arc in the air and flew backwards.

"What?"

Bang~

The bullet penetrated the gunman's head, and his head exploded like a watermelon being hit hard.

Red and white things sprayed in all directions, and the man's sitting body fell in the aftertaste of gunfire and the white smoke from the muzzle.

Shade, whose face was sprayed with brains and blood, remained motionless. The candle was knocked down by the flying blood, and the kerosene lamp shade on the grape rack was also coated with plasma. The light suddenly dimmed. Shade opened his eyes and watched the smoke from the gun flying into the night sky and dissipating in the evening breeze under the grape trellis.

The night wind blew by, and he exhaled a trembling breath:

"...The spear of kindness."