The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Anyone who sees such a painter standing on the edge of the square, the first reaction must be that he is sketching the scene on the square.

Siles thought so too.This was not the first time he had encountered this young man.

However, when his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the painting on the drawing paper, he was subconsciously stunned, because the first thing he saw was neither a building nor a crowd, let alone a still life, but a blackness.

The upper half of the entire drawing paper is blackened, as if a storm is about to hit, with dark clouds everywhere.The lower part is normal buildings, crowds and squares.

...what does this picture mean?

Siles looked around.The weather is beautiful.The rainy season in July is coming to an end, and the sun is already shining on them. Although it is weak, the bright season is coming.

But in that painting, the world is still caught in the center of the storm, without any rest.

Siles frowned almost subconsciously.

I don't know why, but when he saw this painting like dark clouds overwhelming a city, he instinctively thought of the incidents related to Land of Embers, as well as the apostate and the previous judgment.

...the storm is coming.

Siles held his breath.

The young painter noticed Siles' gaze, and he subconsciously turned his head sideways, a glimmer of light flashed through his gold-rimmed glasses.

He saw Sirius.

In the next second, the young artist shook his hand, and the pencil shook sharply, directly across the paper heavily, destroying the artistic conception of the entire painting.

Except for the dark clouds, in fact, the buildings and crowds below are very realistic and exquisite.Yet the painting is now ruined by this obtrusive pencil mark.

Siles hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said to the painter, "Sorry for disturbing you."

The young painter pursed his lips and shook his head.

He didn't respond to Siles' gaze or subsequent actions.He lowered his head and carefully wiped the pencil mark with an eraser.

Siles himself was also a reserved and reticent character. Realizing that the painter was introverted, he was embarrassed for a moment and gave up talking to him. He just took this opportunity to look at the painting more carefully.

He noticed that from a distance, the upper part was just a mass of darkness, but if he looked closely, he could find something... something hidden in it?

Siles didn't look at it for a long time, but just glanced at it twice.

Afterwards, the painter packed up his drawing board and painting tools, and whispered to Siles, "Goodbye."

After speaking, he joined the crowd.

Siles was just in a daze, and the young painter disappeared immediately.

Siles was a little confused by the young man's actions.

He... social terror?A socially phobic painter?But his painting seems to have a different meaning...

Siles stayed where he was and thought for a moment, then shook his head and didn't think any more.It was almost ten o'clock, and Siles went to a nearby restaurant to have brunch, and then arrived at room 666 of the Historical Society after eleven o'clock.

He has two hours to read the books on the shelves in his room.

The last time he came here, Siles was very interested in the books here, they were all history books.Yuan Chen's field of study is mainly literature, and he only has a half-knowledge of history.

Therefore, Siles hesitated again and again, and finally chose a book about the history of the Principality of Constance, called "The Self-salvation of the Grand Duke of Constance".

...doesn't sound like a serious history book.

After opening it, Siles quickly read it, but slightly changed his impression of the book.

This book is not so much the history of the Principality as it is the personal biography of the first Grand Duke Const, which describes the Grand Duke's family, children, career, psychological changes, etc. in detail.

The Duchy of Const was originally part of an empire called Sardinia.The first Grand Duke Const obtained a large area of ​​land by virtue of his family inheritance and personal honor. That was the original seat of the Principality of Const, and the core was Lamifa City.

The Sardinian Empire at that time, because the fog fell on its capital, and the people were devastated in a short period of time, it quickly withered and scattered, and became countless small countries.

The world continues a certain aristocratic tradition.These small countries split from the Sardinian Empire did not inherit the title of "Empire", but each called themselves Principality, Marquis and so on.

However, to this day, those divided countries have long since perished, leaving only the Principality of Const.This is inseparable from the personal ability and vision of the first Grand Duke Const.

The book introduces in detail the sloppiness and dandyism of the Grand Duke Const when he was young, and the establishment of a country, and the maturity and coldness after becoming the Grand Duke, and he does not hide his violent and crazy side.

However, Siles was not particularly interested in this part. He focused on the part where the Sardinian Empire fell.

... The fog directly shrouded the capital of the Sardinian Empire?

Siles thought of the buildings, people, and the once brilliant civilization shrouded in that fog.That might be a catastrophe, which came suddenly and destroyed everything.

Why is there such a fog?What is the basis for the location of the fog to fall?

Siles became curious.

He is no stranger to the Sardinian Empire, because it was one of the most prestigious empires in the Silent Period. Although it has now disappeared in the fog of history, history also records the strength, prosperity, and greatness of this empire.

There are numerous literary references to the Sardinian Empire in Silence.

At that time, the gods gradually fell, and the part about "people" became more complicated and distinct.Human beings began to care about themselves gradually, praising human dignity, resistance and unyielding will.

Therefore, the Sardinian Empire, which was the most powerful at that time, became the symbol and model of the greatness of human beings in the hearts of countless people.

...Of course, this almost brilliant greatness is also accompanied by the despair and cruelty of the doomsday.

That was the age when gods fell like rain and humans died like grass.

Sirius let out a soft sigh.

He closed the book he had finished reading in a hurry, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the time was already 01:30.

He stood up, moved his limbs, stood by the window and looked out.Although the space behind the door of the Historical Society obviously relies on unique rituals, from this window, the outside is still an ordinary and normal street.

Tomorrow I will move to the dormitory of Ramifa University, and a new stage will begin.Siles thought so.

He quickly ran through his mind on what he had done in the past and what he needed to do in the future.

The revelator's affairs were in order; the secret keeper's affairs could not be investigated, but he might have to keep in touch with the Finn family, and he could also observe what happened to the doctor at close range.

As for the duties of a professor of literary history...

Siles thought of a task that had been neglected recently due to lesson preparation-thesis.

Any university professor has corresponding academic requirements, even if Siles is a rookie who just successfully joined the job not long ago.His task this year is not too heavy, he only needs to complete a paper and publish it in a "standard" journal.

The journal grades in this world are divided into four categories, from low to high, namely entry, standard, excellent, and outstanding.

Siles' graduation thesis was once published in an excellent journal. His topic at that time was a study of the life and literary theory of Conan Fremont, a famous writer of the Silence Period.

...It is possible to achieve excellence, mainly because of the writer Conan Fremont... well, not many people study him.

In any case, reaching the standard level is not difficult for Siles.

He has been busy preparing lessons before, and has not thought about the topic of the thesis.However, the book he just read gave him a little inspiration.

Why don't he look for literature related to the Sardinian Empire?

Siles pondered the thought in his mind.

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and Eric Colrance, the waiter at Ernestine's Tavern, came in.

He saw Sirius, smiled rarely, and greeted him.

"Eric." Siles thought of what Anthony Finn said earlier about Ernestine's trade fair, and he became interested for a while, so he asked Eric, "I have something to ask you."

Eric was a little flattered, he said quickly: "What do you want to say?"

"Needless to say the honorific title, we are classmates." Siles said in a low voice, "We are all enlighteners of initiation."

Eric was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly: "I feel... Siles, I feel incredible."

"what?"

"About...the Revelator." The wrinkled man looked at his rough palm, "Is this kind of power...can I master it?"

Siles was also silent.

For a split second, he felt what Eric felt.But not because of the revealer, but because of his identity as a secret keeper.

Siles looked calmly at the middle-aged man in front of him with frightened eyes - he was afraid because he could master such a magical and powerful power, and why wasn't Siles the same?

After a while, Siles said: "Power can be controlled by us."

Eric stared at him blankly.

Siles said softly but firmly: "Otherwise such power will be useless."

Eric couldn't help but shuddered at the strong conviction in Sirius' tone.He calmed down slowly, and suddenly laughed hoarsely: "Yes... I think, my daughter will like [The Flowing Wind] very much. Every August, she will cry hot."

Siles laughed too.

Eric quickly calmed down.Even if Siles didn't comfort him in this way, this older middle-aged man could still suppress his various emotions and fight for a chance for himself and his family.

But Siles did comfort him with a few words, so Eric was even more grateful to the young man.

He took the initiative to ask: "What did you want to ask me just now? How can I help you?"

"Ernestine," said Siles, "I heard Ernestine will have a trade fair in early August?"