Aaron shrugged helplessly, putting away the "Die of Probability" sealed in the Amber of Misfortune, yet feeling a sense of relief.
Thankfully, after Ms. Arianna sent the "Die of Probability," he didn't directly give it to Ricciardo.
Otherwise, this councilor, who had escaped the Rose School of Thought's encirclement, might have become the first demigod to die from bad luck.
Looking at the baby with tear stains in his eyes, Aaron sighed, forcing a smile:
"It seems Mr. President's 'reboot' was very smooth. I will continue to keep and seal the 'Die of Probability' until you are born and return to your peak."
"Also, this time I only wanted a few drops of 'Blood of the Serpent of Fate.' I imagine you should have kept some before your 'reboot.'"
"As for the rest, you probably can't help much now. We can discuss it when you are truly born."
Will Auceptin pouted, muttering reluctantly:
"It must be Ouroboros, that smelly snake, who stole too much of my luck while I was rebooting!"
"Cherwood Borough, Sifield Street, No. 44. I left something there, which was originally prepared for me to recover my strength quickly after my birth."
"So, you can only take two drops of blood at most, and do not destroy the fate cycle I left there."
Aaron raised an eyebrow, noting down the place name, and the smile on his face became even more sincere. But before he could say anything more, the entire black wasteland suddenly shattered, leaving only a tender echo reverberating:
"In the future, bring the 'Die of Probability' to Backlund less often. Its strong Convergence effect easily attracts Ouroboros!"
Standing in front of Dr. Aaron's bedroom, Aaron chuckled and shook his head, no longer paying attention to Will Auceptin, who had started playing dead. His figure directly disappeared into the colorful, rich colour blocks.
Cherwood Borough, Sifield Street, No. 44.
Aaron emerged from the shadows of the alley, his appearance and build also changing.
After withdrawing his gaze from the layered, magnificent palaces and towering Gothic clock towers in the distance, Aaron finally looked at the house opposite, which Will Auceptin had mentioned.
From the outside, it was just an ordinary house. If Aaron hadn't still been holding the "Die of Probability," and if his true vision couldn't capture the abnormalities in fate, he might have even been fooled.
As expected of the old fellow who had been chased by Ouroboros for thousands of years, even Pallez would feel inferior to this kind of concealment method... Aaron muttered a few words to himself, and a paper crane appeared in his hand.
Without the enhancement of true vision, the feeling of looking at flowers through a fog also disappeared at this moment. Following the fluctuations in fate caused by the paper crane, Aaron's figure instantly vanished from his original spot.
The illusory sound of tides echoed in his ears. Aaron proactively restrained his aura to avoid disrupting the fate cycle arranged by Will Auceptin here.
Aaron arrived at a corner of the living room, which was also the source of the illusory tide sound. A luminous door inscribed with the symbol of the Ouroboros appeared under the gaze of true vision.
Before Aaron could push open the door, the paper crane floating in front of him seemed to gain sentience, actively entering the luminous door and returning in the blink of an eye.
On each of the paper crane's two wings, a drop of silver blood floated, as if countless tiny, transcendentally illusory wheels were rotating, forming a long ribbon, almost connecting at the ends.
Taking the two drops of the Blood of the Serpent of Fate, Aaron looked at the vanished luminous door and shook his head with a smile:
"How stingy!"
He had originally wanted to see what good things Will Auceptin, as the Speaker of the Council of Fate, had left for himself before the "reboot," but a certain stingy baby wouldn't even let him in.
Picking up the paper crane that had fallen to the ground, Aaron glanced at the original location of the luminous door, erased his traces, and then his figure gradually disappeared.
Since he had finally come to Backlund, it was time to visit Audrey.
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As a high-level Spirit World creature in some sense, Azik did not need divination or other means to determine specific Spirit World coordinates. After leaving La Cha Island, he traversed the Spirit World following his senses, and soon, an anomaly appeared before his eyes.
The originally colorful Spirit World now had air currents forming and coiling into wind, roaring and enveloping a vast, boundless area, making the light inside dim and the clouds thick.
Moreover, streaks of deeply ominous lightning flashed one after another, illuminating the surrounding scene as if it were the end of the world.
At this moment, Azik felt as if he had arrived at an ocean ruled by an unending storm!
The great power from Death's fall not only changed the climate of the ocean between the Northern and Southern Continents, filling it with Calamities and even earning it the name "Sea of Rage," but more importantly, it broke the barrier between reality and illusion, polluting and destroying the corresponding Spirit World, allowing the two sides to erode and influence each other.
After pausing for a few seconds, Azik rubbed his brow. Just as he was about to enter that Spirit World Calamity, his expression changed slightly as if he sensed something, and the corners of his mouth curved up gently.
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On the "Golden Dream," Danitz stood at the front of the deck, gazing melancholically at the surging blue sea ahead, finishing the iced light beer in his hand in one gulp, while crew members with similar demeanors almost filled the open space in front of the captain's cabin door.
Ferran Eddas leaped from the sea, riding the strong wind to land steadily on the deck. He had been promoted to Wind-Blessed for some time and was currently completing the acting to digest the potion.
Upon seeing the dense crowd of people at the captain's cabin door, he twitched his mouth, immediately spotting Danitz, and flashed to his side:
"That crazy adventurer still hasn't come out of the captain's cabin?"
It was better if he didn't speak; once he did, it was like lighting a powder keg, and the surrounding crew members all showed indignation.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ferran Eddas wisely changed the subject.
Inside the captain's cabin, which was filled with bookshelves, the barrier of the array prevented Klein from hearing the clamor outside the door.
Subtly putting down the few pages of Roselle's diary collected by "Vice Admiral Iceberg," Klein's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was overflowing with joy.
Relying on his Clown abilities, Klein kept his body from showing any abnormalities. Facing Edwina Edwards' eyes, which could see into the mind, he was about to say something when his body suddenly stiffened.
The iron cigarette case, placed close to his chest pocket and showing slight signs of corrosion on its surface, erupted with bone-chilling coldness at this moment. Klein could even feel the slight throbbing of Azik's copper whistle inside.
A difficult-to-hide surprise instantly spread across his face. Klein no longer cared about his cool adventurer persona at this moment. He suddenly turned his head, looking towards the back side of the bookshelf following his spiritual intuition.
There, various colors suddenly deepened, as if they had been re-outlined with ink by a painter. Immediately after, Azik's figure slowly emerged.