The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Merchant Ranmir.

Siles didn't expect that he could meet this name here.

This is a character card in the team running game he was playing before he died.The player who used this character card at that time was a friend of Siles.

When they were playing the game, Sirius' friends once jumped out of the frame of the game, and it was too spiritual to complain about the merchant character card to them.He is obviously just a businessman, why does he have such a high level of spirituality?

With such a high level of spirituality, it is too difficult to play with strange events every now and then!

After he really came to this world and heard some things related to the merchant Ranmir, Sirius had a guess: Maybe it has something to do with him walking around the Land of No Embers all year round?

Land of No Embers——What secrets are hidden in that piece of land shrouded in gray-black mist?

Siles felt a little curious.But right now he has no time to think about it.He originally wanted to go shopping and find out if there was a map of Lamifa City for sale here, but he didn't have time to think about it now.

He hastily took out his wallet, spent a Marquis coin to buy this travelogue about Land of Never Embers, then bid farewell to the stall owner, and hurriedly left the large bookstore.

When he walked out of here, he barely breathed a sigh of relief.However, there was still a lot of traffic in Atherton Square, and the sound of the dice in Siles's head was non-stop, which made Siles very annoying.

He finally frowned, reached into his pocket to hold the dodecahedron dice, and said in a low voice, "Stop."

Nothing happens.

Siles couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Don't turn around!"

The sound of the dice finally stopped, and Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, at the moment when he realized the existence of the merchant Ranmir, the dice seemed to go crazy, spinning continuously, as if waiting to give someone a judgment.

At that moment, Siles also had an...indescribable and inexplicable instinct and feeling.He realized he could be the moderator in that moment—be the keeper.

He can make a judgment on anyone present, as long as he throws the dice.

It was a temptation to control fate and act recklessly, and Sirius almost couldn't resist it.But he still endured it, and immediately left the building full of people.

Now, that feeling still lingers in his heart.

He thought, this means that when the dice judged him, he could also use the dice to judge others?

Why was it not possible before?

Then, Siles immediately realized that, perhaps, it was because of the appearance of businessman Ranmir that the identity of Siles' secret keeper was activated.

The judgment in the running group game is like a gamble on fate.

For the player, judging success or failure may have an irreparable impact on his game progress.Maybe the murderer slipped away from under his nose, maybe the clues that he never found jumped in front of him.

For the secret keeper who is in charge of the overall situation, no matter whether the judgment is successful or not, the player is just flopping about in the big net of fate—the script—and it is impossible to escape the setting of the script itself.

The more common approach of the keeper is to give the player enough interest based on the random points of the dice, and instill all the information into the player bit by bit, so that the player thinks that they are "actively" exploring and discovering The secret of this world, the truth of this event.

In other words, the keeper should have known the answer to the riddle from the beginning.

And Siles Keeper Noel, he knew nothing.

Siles couldn't help closing his eyes, feeling that his identity as a secret keeper had been greatly provoked and insulted.How can he, an ordinary person who doesn't know anything, bear the responsibility for the judgment result and the development of the following events?

Siles had mixed feelings.The thought and premonition that could give anyone a judgment still lingered in his heart.But he held back and didn't take any action.

He looked back at the glass-roofed building with lingering fear.Afterwards, he walked around Atherton Square, and his mood slowly calmed down.

He absent-mindedly looked for a restaurant to eat.This restaurant serves more traditional stews and fried rice.Siles, who ate rice for the first time in so many days, finally felt a little nostalgic.

This also allowed him to completely calm down his slightly agitated mood.

He reached out and took out the dice from his pocket, rubbed it thoughtfully, and observed the plain looking dice.He realized what secrets might be hidden behind his time travel.

... Is this dice the golden finger that he carried when he traveled through time?

After thinking for a while, Siles stopped thinking about this difficult question.At present, he still has no way to communicate with this dice, so it is useless to think more.

After dinner, Siles paid - eight marquis coins, by the way.It was really expensive—then I looked at the time and found that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, so I walked slowly from the central square of Atherton to the Historical Society.

The gates of the Historical Society were still empty.However, when heading to the top floor, Siles met a somewhat familiar man—carrying a drawing board, with a thin figure and gold-rimmed glasses.

...the painter standing on the edge of Atherton Square?

Siles couldn't help but cast a glance at him, and then looked away.The painter, who also came down from the attic, may also be a revelator.But he was in a hurry at the moment, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

Siles was a little curious, but he didn't say hello.

He came to the top floor, stood in front of the door with an eye pattern, took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, pressed down—and pushed the door open.The space behind the door is as stunning as ever.

The high ceiling and bright environment give people the first impression that this is not some mysterious space, but just a suitable and comfortable hospitality space.

According to Carol's instructions, Siles did not stay in the lobby for too long, nor did he greet anyone, but hurried to room 666.

Several people were already sitting in the room, including Angela Clayton and the old lady.When the latter introduced herself the day before yesterday, she said they could call her Mrs. Fuller.

Miss Clayton and Mrs. Fuller were communicating, and Sirius nodded to them and the boy who also arrived, and did not participate in their conversation for the time being, but walked to the front of the bookshelf wall and browsed the shelves curiously books on.

When he saw this wall the day before yesterday, he was very interested in what books were on it.It's early enough to do some research.

He roughly glanced at the titles on the spine of the books, and found that they were all historical books, covering everything from myths related to the Birth of Gods to the establishment of modern countries and the development of Land of Embers.Most of them are very simple and heavy.

Siles wondered if the books here could be borrowed, but he thought about the things he needed to do in the future, so he probably didn't have much time to read these interesting books.

He went back to the sofa and sat down, quietly listening to their conversation.They were chatting about some news about Lamifa City and the magic of the Revelator.

Siles heard something of his own interest, the apostate.

In the past, the church and the officials of the Duchy of Constance issued a wanted warrant, but they didn't say a word about what this apostate had done. They only said that he had committed an unforgivable crime that "offended the gods" matter.

This incident caused a stir in the city, several days passed, and the apostate was still on the run, missing.

The power of the church in this world today is not very strong in oppressing people's beliefs, and it does not force everyone to believe in Antinam.Therefore, when talking about the apostates, they all showed a little curiosity about what the apostates did.

I don't know what the apostate did to make the Church of the past so angry?

Knowing something about this matter - it was written in the script of the running group in the previous life - Siles, who has always remained silent.Now he has no power, just an ordinary university professor and an uninitiated enlightener.He also has no intention of getting involved in the matter.

Moreover, even if he knows the possible whereabouts of the apostate, how the information in the script corresponds to reality is also a problem.

He did know that the apostate was injured, and he would seek treatment from a doctor who had just arrived in Lamifa City and rented an apartment in the West City—well, which apartment would the doctor live in?

This issue is mentioned briefly in the script, and it is impossible to give an exact address.Therefore, it is impossible for the current Siles to act rashly.

He remained silent and listening throughout the conversation.

Soon, two other men also arrived here.

At two o'clock sharp, Carol Housman also came into the room.He looked at the six people in the room and showed a relaxed smile: "It seems that you all like the description of the revelator very much, don't you?"

Angela Clayton happily replied: "Of course! I like mysterious things."

Regarding what Angela said, Carol just laughed.He said: "The afternoon before yesterday, I mentioned that today I will let you try the simplest and safest Revelation Ritual.

"So, who wants to go first?"

Angela and the young boy raised their hands almost at the same time.

In the end, the two looked at each other and refused to give in to each other.

Carroll said, "Miss Clayton."

The boy reluctantly withdrew his hand back.His name is Darrell Hobbs.This young boy with a lively expression is obviously full of yearning for the mysterious power of the revelator.

Angela nodded towards Darrell, showing a brisk smile.Darrell blushed at the smile instead, for Miss Clayton had such a pretty face that the young boy couldn't help but stare.

Carol didn't care about the small interaction between the two, he just stood there, explaining the next ceremony with great concentration: "The first ceremony of the Enlightenment's entrance, in the long years, has been Fixed as a harmless but useful ritual.

"The name of this ceremony is: [Flowing Wind]. The effect is to blow a small harmless wind in front of someone. It will not cause any harm, at most it will make you feel a little cool in the hot August."

Yeah?Siles thought so.What if, in the middle of a battle, you blow a gust of wind into the enemy's eyes?Even blowing directly into the enemy's body?

……Oops.He is still too limited to the fighting and killing of the earth network novels.Siles thought with shame.

Angela stood beside Carol with an impatient expression.

Carol also laughed: "Okay, I think you can't wait. So, let's take a look at the timing of this ceremony—what is it?"

He took an object out of his pocket.