The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

"Yes, that was an underground trade fair." Eric nodded and replied.

Noticing his usual manner, Siles asked, "I feel—this fair doesn't seem to be," he thought for a moment, "Secret?"

Eric looked at Siles with some trouble, and then he suddenly realized: "It's like this, Siles. This is a semi-public fair. After the rainy season, some merchants who came back from the Land of Never Embers will sell some Loose merchandise.

"Of course these items are legal, so it doesn't matter if you sell them at a fair. If you want to buy something...not so legal..."

Eric lowered his voice subconsciously: "That will have to wait until the last night of the trade fair."

Siles was glad in his heart that he knew Eric, a classmate."Is there any illegal merchandise?" he asked.

"Some precious medicinal materials, clothing. Some mysterious things-maybe related to the Revelator, but I didn't know much before. Some items that don't know if they are related to the old gods. There are also some deadly adventures Relics of the former...some..."

Eric thought for a moment, then shook his head: "In short, it is something that is unlikely to appear in the regular market."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

He asked again: "Will there really be items from the old gods?"

Old Gods—the gods who have fallen are called Old Gods.They are the vanished shadows of the old days.

"I haven't actually been to the fair on the last day, I just heard other people talk about it." Eric's voice lowered, "But there are indeed these claims. It is often said that the Land of Eternity is the domain of the old gods. "

Siles held his breath slightly, and subconsciously looked out of the window - the city protected by Antinam.

After a moment, he said, "Maybe we're lucky."

Eric didn't quite understand what he meant.

Siles was about to explain, at this time, the door of the room was pushed open again, and Angela Clayton, Mrs. Fuller, and Brewer Darrow walked in together.

And Angela still had a little annoyed look on her face.

It was Eric who first read the words and noticed the expression on the young lady's face.He glanced at Sirius, and then he took the initiative to ask: "What's the matter? Miss Clayton, what happened?"

Angela Clayton, an extroverted, vivacious lady, immediately replied, "Just call me Angela. We just met a...revelator who started a while before us and has now mastered the A lot of rituals. He..."

"He mocked us," replied Brewer Darrow, a young man with a somewhat impatient temper.

Mrs. Fuller shook her head, but said nothing.

It seemed that when the three of them came together, they had a very unpleasant experience.

"What's the matter? Why are you blocking the door?" Another lively person appeared, and Darrell Hobbs poked his head out from the door, looking at them curiously and confusedly.

Everyone looked at the young child.

For some reason, everyone laughed.

Darrell tilted his head and scratched his hair inexplicably, feeling that he was being concealed by these adults.

Then Mrs. Fuller explained what happened just now in a more peaceful tone, and Darrell also showed an angry expression.After this exasperation and this laugh, they felt much closer to each other.

It was ten minutes before two o'clock, and they each sat down on the sofa.

Angela sat with Mrs. Fuller, Eric sat next to Sirius, and Darrell sat reluctantly with the haughty Brewer.

Angela looked at her classmates, thought for a while, and said, "We've known each other for a few days, why don't we go deeper and introduce ourselves. Well, let's start with me—"

"My name is Angela Clayton and I'm 20 years old. I'm going to Ramifah University soon."

Mrs. Fuller was next to say: "My husband died early, and everyone calls me Mrs. Fuller. My granddaughter will be about your age."

She smiled kindly.

Then Darrell: "I'm Darrell Hobbs...well, I'm 16 years old. I'm going to Marshall High School in August. But my parents know I'm a Revelator!"

he said a little proudly.

"Marshall Middle School!" Angela said quickly, "I also went to school there. Listen to me, Mr. Eugene is a good teacher, but very strict..."

They discussed a few words on the matter of Marshall High School.

Then Brewer: "Brewer Darrow." He repeated his name briefly, then hesitated. "I...well, I'm getting engaged. Let's talk about it."

Angela exclaimed softly, "You're still so young."

Brewer's expression was flat: "My father is very anxious." He looked at Angela, "Miss Clayton, haven't you been urged to marry?"

Angela had a complicated expression, and finally said: "But I'm going to college."

This topic is a little heavy.Brewer didn't seem that eager to get married, but he wasn't that resistant either.I don't know what his fiancée miss thinks.

At this time, the oldest Mrs. Fuller said: "In this day and age, if you can really find someone to accompany you through life together, that would be a good thing."

Brewer rarely showed an irritable expression, and he couldn't help asking: "But, Mrs. Fuller, even a woman I have never seen before..."

Mrs. Fuller said: "Then you can meet and get along with each other in advance, can't you?"

Brewer was stunned, and couldn't help saying to himself: "See you...in advance?" His expression seemed to be moved, and then he coughed embarrassingly, "Okay, this part of me is already it's over."

Then it was Eric's turn.He introduced his name, then hesitated, and asked Angela and Darrell: "Excuse me, how much is the tuition fee for Marshall Middle School? My daughter is also of school age."

Angela looked like she couldn't remember, and she looked at Darrell.

Darrell thought for a while: "A school year should be... about [-] Duke coins, including board and lodging."

Eric frowned, thinking carefully.

Angela couldn't help suggesting: "If you are short of money, you can look at other middle schools—like Claude and Hales, I remember my mother mentioned them, they are good schools. The tuition of Marshall Middle School is more expensive .”

Her words were more straightforward, but now Eric, who had passed the hurdle in his heart, nodded in agreement: "I will think about it."

Then came Celes.

He had been listening to their conversation in silence, not taking much part in it.But before he spoke, he took a complicated look at Angela Clayton.

That look surprised everyone else.

"Siles Noel, a research scholar at Ramifa University." Siles said rather flatly, "Next week I will teach at Ramifa University."

There was a subtle silence in the room.

Angela exclaimed: "Professor?!"

Her expression ranged between respect and horror.

——She was just acting as a revealer, and this could also be caught by the teacher on the spot?

Young Darrell laughed uncontrollably first, then Mrs Fuller and Brewer.Eric couldn't help but grinned twice.

At this point, Siles asked, "What's your major?"

With a premonition of awe, Angela said cautiously: "Literary history... what about you?"

Siles sighed slightly: "The History of Silence...the history of literature."

Miss Angela Clayton froze like a statue.

Darrell nearly fell off the couch laughing.He laughed like a goose.

They were deadlocked when Carol Housman opened the door and walked in.He saw the six people talking on the sofa, and Darrell laughed, blinked, and asked with a smile: "What happened?"

Darrell started by saying, "You're laughing at a badass!"

Angela gave the guy a hard look, and then, considering the presence of the professor, she showed a dignified smile.

Siles almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but considering the self-esteem of the future students, he kept a calm face.

With a smile, Mrs. Fuller talked about the relationship between Sirius and Angela—a teacher-student relationship that they themselves didn't know before.

"Oh, that's such a coincidence...cough." Carol couldn't help laughing, "Study hard...with your professor."

Angela tried her best to keep a smile on her face, and nodded.

Afterwards, Carol also sat down.The atmosphere slowly became calm and relaxed, and they began to focus on the relevant knowledge of the revealer.

Carol took out the heavy knowledge box again.

"When you first arrived here, I have already told you that the power of the revelator comes from three elements: potions, timing, and rituals." Carol said, "On Wednesday afternoon, you A very simple ritual was also attempted."

Everyone nodded.

Carol said again: "When you performed the ceremony, even though you have taken the potion, possessed the time track, and reproduced the ceremony, the result still failed-why is this, does anyone have any guesses?"

Siles had already learned about the three elements and three dimensions from Grenfell, but he remained silent at this time.

Darrell said, "Because we're not skilled enough?"

"That's true." Carol nodded at him, "However, to be more specific?"

"We have already taken the potion, and we have the time track. These two things are foreign objects, and there will be no problems." Angela said while thinking, "But the ritual needs to be reproduced by ourselves... We can't Take good control of this?"

Carol nodded towards her: "You are right. So today we will discuss an issue: the fit of the ceremony."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of things from his pocket and distributed them to everyone.