I Have a Dice Left by a God

Chapter 675 - 267: The King’s Suspicion

Near the Divine Revelation Canon Law School, at a café, Patir wore her school uniform, leisurely sipping coffee. Sunlight streamed through the lattice windows onto her delicate face, exuding youthful vitality.Seeing Li Xin enter, Patir waved quickly, "What do you want to drink, coffee?"

"Tea, I don’t drink coffee when I’m not working."

Patir smiled sweetly, "Here, for you."

She placed a Lira bag on the table. Li Xin opened it, his eyes filled with a golden shine, estimating roughly over two hundred, "What do you mean, I’m not selling myself."

Pfft~

Patir laughed heartily, "You are too amusing, I’d love to, but this amount isn’t enough to buy you. This was my winnings from beating Feili yesterday, half for each of us. I’m considerate, right?"

Li Xin immediately tied up the bag and put it away, "Look at you, being all polite with a friend. Next time you have such good luck, remember to bring me along."

"Are you that short on money?" Patir asked curiously.

"Ah, I’m afraid of being poor." Li Xin replied with a laugh.

"You don’t need to fear anymore. You made quite a splash yesterday. These people are masters at adapting to circumstances. As long as you have ability, there’ll be plenty of people sending money, though trouble won’t be scarce either. The Yan Family will certainly try to regain face, as will the Hundred Martial Hall." Patir laughed.

"When soldiers come, the general blocks; when water flows, the earth absorbs." Li Xin wasn’t concerned, "By the way, I owe you a question from last time for investigating those two. Go ahead and ask."

Patir smiled slightly, "I thought you forgot. Actually, I have two."

"Two is fine, ask away. I’m not one to owe others, it makes me itchy." For a bag of gold coins like this, asking two hundred was reasonable.

"How do you usually communicate with the Immortal Messenger?" Patir asked.

Li Xin took out a bell from the Yazama Karashi, "This, just shake it."

Patir came from the Marking Clan, having seen many good items since childhood, she immediately recognized it as an ancient alchemical piece, feeling envious beyond measure. When shaken inside the Divine Revelation Canon Law School, she would be the most dazzling presence, and her identity, her points of pride were exceptionally high.

"Anything else?" Li Xin tucked away the bell, not wanting Patir to propose other requests. The Immortal was patient for now, but it couldn’t be wasted. If he upset the Immortal, his borrowed prestige would be at risk.

"This question is special; you can choose to answer or not," Patir reluctantly turned her gaze back to Li Xin and said, "This is my own wild imagination. I studied Luthor’s life and found many of his ideas seemed to appear out of thin air, with no logical pattern. I’ve noticed the same phenomenon in you."

Li Xin felt a pang in his heart, isn’t it said that big-chested women have no brains? But this Marking Clan’s young lady is truly different.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Do you have divine favor, receiving knowledge inexplicably?" Patir asked curiously.

"I don’t know if it’s divine favor, but indeed I have some unique knowledge." Li Xin said.

"See, I knew it!" Patir exclaimed excitedly, clenching her fist, "I’m so clever."

"Is that all you wanted to know?"

"Yeah, hidden powers come in many forms, and there’s no need to worry. If there’s a benefit, use it; don’t let it go to waste. Unfortunately, I don’t have such luck." Patir said regretfully.

Li Xin looked at the clever Patir and decided to retract his previous judgment.

"I’ve contacted the procurement for the Freedom Daily, asked them to expedite the provision." Patir said, "That editor Jina used to be with Citizen Daily, a lineage of the Ji Family, not too distant."

At that mention, Li Xin remembered, "Are telegram machines expensive? I want to equip the Night Patrol with one."

"That’s handled by the Cabinet and private ownership is not allowed. If the Night Patrol wants it, they have to apply, layer by layer." Patir said, "Telegrams aren’t secure; small matters might be alright, but private issues will leave traces. A messenger is better."

Li Xin nodded, temporarily dropping the idea of purchasing a telegram machine.

"Do you want to join for dinner tonight?" Patir invited.

"I have an appointment with other captains tonight, you know, yesterday was a collective action of the Night Patrol. We need to discuss the allocation and follow-up management." Li Xin said.

Patir felt somewhat disappointed but could understand, "That’s necessary, just don’t refuse me next time."

"My pleasure." Li Xin said.

***

Night descended.

Moncalleta, Hedan.

Li Xin has been gone for a long time, but Hedan is still the same Hedan, a beautiful and prosperous jewel of the Kingdom. Dragon Capital has grown cold, while Hedan remains as warm as spring, though the nights are a bit cool.

Achilles watched the crystal ball on the table while sipping wine; on the other end was Simmons.

Your Majesty is at a stage where he wants to achieve great things and expand his grand plans, busy with administrative matters and full of ideas. Prince Achilles, on the other hand, is in a different situation, living rather carelessly. Despite overseeing hidden affairs, he doesn’t pay much attention to them, spending his days drinking and chasing women. Not only does Your Majesty not oppose this, but he also supports it. This led to Hedan’s nobles having to hide their wives well; if Achilles was present at a gathering, wives would suddenly fall ill.

As the sun sets, the Gourmet Association reopens for business. With such strong Wish Power present, the Gourmet Association wouldn’t miss this opportunity; of course, they obtained Achilles’ permission.

The fine food and wine here are something he is unwilling to give up.

Achilles looked at the maple leaf-colored sunset that dyed the sky red, a gentle breeze blowing. Toasting his glass into the void, life has been quite dull without Simmons.

Contrary to the external perception of Achilles, Simmons only recently learned that Prince had just crushed a Fallen Mother Goddess cult and killed an Angel. Although the specifics are unclear, seeing His Highness’s calm demeanor, many have probably underestimated him.

"Avogadro has started stirring things up in Dragon Capital," Achilles said with a smile.

"Ah?" Simmons was taken aback, "Has something happened?"

Achilles enjoyed chatting with Simmons. On one hand, they knew each other from the Secret Castle, and on the other hand, Simmons’ personality suited him well.

"His group, the Night Patrol, took over the management of the Black Market. Remember Yan Tianguang?"

"I recall, he was quite outstanding back at the Secret Castle, one of the best from Dragon Capital," Simmons replied.

"He became a Preparatory Angel and then got crushed by Avogadro. Poor kid," Achilles took a sip of rich merlot, "and then he took a hit from a Battle Angel."

Simmons wasn’t too surprised; even if he took down the Battle Angel, it wouldn’t be unusual.

"Yan Tianguang was too well-protected, a bit naive. The truly formidable ones are Nalan and Hong Ban; they’re very deep and good at hiding. On several occasions when Avogadro was in Hedan, I had thoughts of confronting him, but I held back. The causality and Wish Power around him were too strong, better to be cautious without assurance." Achilles smiled, "Do you know what happened afterward?"

Simmons shook his head. He was eager to know. Over the past couple of days, he hadn’t been in contact with Brother Li; he thought Celestia should be arriving soon.

"The Night Patrol wants to replace the management position of the Hundred Martial Hall in the Black Market. The Hundred Martial Hall demanded equal treatment, and then Avogadro summoned the Immortal and collected the Gold Market fees," Achilles said.

Simmons wasn’t surprised; after all, Brother Li had the Immortal Messenger, something impossible for others but seemingly possible for him.

Achilles’ gaze sharpened slightly, and he smiled, "Looks like you knew already."

Simmons shook his head, "I really didn’t know. I just thought he could connect with the Secret Castle, after all, he’s always been the special one."

"The Five Great Sanctuaries, except for the Secret Castle, have always had successors. Like the Holy Hall I’m in, nuns from the Withered Wood Monastery are also constantly entering the world. Nalan Pote is in Peak Pool, haha, Peak Pool has also been restless, only the Secret Castle seems crowded but has never had a real successor enter the world. Once there is one, it means something is about to happen," Achilles said.

"Your Highness, with my limited strength, I can’t understand it. Your levels are too high," Simmons said with a wry smile.

Achilles chuckled, "You’re too humble. You’ve absorbed Dragon Power, compensating for the deficiencies of the Divine Relic, showing tremendous growth potential. From this perspective, the Secret Castle is indeed extraordinary. Your ability to resonate with this Divine Relic might even be predestined."

"Your Highness, ...I didn’t intentionally hide it," Simmons said hurriedly, looking at Achilles in the crystal ball. After all, the Dragon Mother is the Song of Hell.

Achilles waved his hand with a smile, "Everyone has secrets, but I must remind you, the Song of Hell is our enemy. You’re going there for the Wish Book, don’t lose your way."

Simmons broke out in a cold sweat, realizing Achilles’ casual words were actually a stern warning.

"I understand, Your Highness," Simmons stood up respectfully and said.

"Since you understand, clean up completely. You’re the George of Moncalleta, and the Song of Hell daring to desecrate the Golden Tree means you must bring back the Dragon Mother’s head to clear your name, or you’ll have trouble later on," Achilles said.

Simmons was internally shaken, but he only smiled wryly on the surface, "Your Highness, I’m trying to find a way, but the Song of Hell’s whereabouts are too elusive. I’ve heard they’ve appeared in the Netherworld Sea, so I plan to take care of the issues all at once during this trip."

Achilles smiled slightly and pointed at the crystal ball, "Otherwise, how do you think I should protect you? His Majesty deeply loathes the Song of Hell; it’s a thorn in his side."

"Yes, Your Highness," Simmons lowered his head, not needing too much explanation, "Ashamed and grateful for Your Highness’ protection."

Achilles waved his hand, "I know it’s Avogadro’s doing, you’re a victim too. The Ancient Dragon bloodline loses control during heat, and the mating partner is often drained dry. You could say you benefited from misfortune, making you a lucky charm for us in Moncalleta."

Simmons opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Seeing Simmons’ expression in the crystal ball, Achilles laughed, "I guessed you didn’t know; this is the Holy Hall’s hidden knowledge. Haha, don’t be so serious. Come on, have another drink. You’re too hesitant with drinking, taking small sips. Be a man, down it. Finish your business soon and come back early. Without you, I don’t have anyone to talk to properly."

Simmons downed a large glass in one gulp, aware of his precarious situation. Without knowing who had spoken against him to the King, the King hadn’t acted against him yet because they need the George Family. For the Kingdom, losing or gaining one Simmons doesn’t make much difference.