The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

It was a strange piece of paper.

Slightly thick, like hard cardboard.The long strip of paper looks like a ruler, with several scales drawn, from 0 to 10.

"What is this?" Angela pondered over and over again, "Measuring ruler?"

"This is the ritual fit scale." Carroll explained, "The specific principle is difficult to explain, it has something to do with the gods..."

He vaguely described the latter paragraph, but no one asked at this time.

Then he went on to explain: "In short, when you get a measuring stick and then perform the ceremony, you can use the measuring stick to check your ritual fit after the ceremony."

"What is Ritual Fit?"

"That's a good question." Carol nodded. "Actually, there are many names for this concept, such as completeness, accuracy, and so on. But it's best understood by the degree of fit—that is, what you have done. How well the ritual fits with the history that happened in the past."

Everyone ponders this concept.

In the end, Brewer said, "We're going to be proactive in catering to...no, what happened in the first place?"

"Yes." Carol gave an appreciative look, "For example, the [flowing wind] we learned before. From which angle and direction did the wind blowing the blades come from? Strength, in the end, caused the gust of wind we need to reproduce?

"How much the ceremony you are performing is in line with what happened in the past, and how much the power that will be reproduced in the final ceremony can restore the original gust of wind. And 'restoration' is a kind of power."

This is a well-understood matter, but it is very difficult to judge during the actual ceremony.

Carroll continued: "Through the fit scale, we can very intuitively see what actions will make the fit less, which will lead to the failure of the ceremony or the weaker power of the ceremony. From this, the constant Practice can enhance the effectiveness of our rituals."

The revelators fell into deep thought.

At this time, Siles suddenly asked: "If we know everything about what happened in the past, then the ritual fit must be 10?"

Like that gust of wind.If they were on the scene and knew exactly where the gust of wind came from and how strong it was, could they directly guarantee an absolute success rate without the help of a fit scale?

Carol gave Siles a slightly strange look, probably thinking about the research department again.

He answered the question: "In theory, it is. However, when performing some more complicated rituals, there are more things to consider-it is not just to reproduce the gust of wind, but also the tree , the air around, the end of the gust."

Siles nodded slowly: "I understand. Thank you for your answer."

After explaining the concept of ritual fit, Carol distributed the potions and leaves and had them try the ritual again in different corners of the room.

There were exclamations in the room from time to time.

"There are only 5!"

"8! That's my tallest!"

"The last time it was 3 and this time it's 7. I always feel that there is no difference..."

"Hahahaha 9! I actually got 9!"

Hearing excited or frustrated voices from time to time around him, Siles looked down at the fit measuring scale in his hand - the light blue had already filled every corner of the measuring scale.

10.And every time it is 10.

... He even tried different postures and directions, but the blue light seemed to have self-awareness, and whenever it left Sirius' fingertips, it automatically merged into the blade at a specific angle.

Then Siles got another 10 after another.

As if fate favored him especially.

Siles took a deep breath, thinking about why such a result occurred.

Carol came to his side, noticed that his hands were full of blue measuring sticks, and praised: "Congratulations! I'm afraid you have practiced a lot?"

Siles choked slightly, feeling a sense of guilt that everyone was studying hard and he was cheating.

But before he had time to answer, he heard someone around shouting: "10! I finally got a 10!"

So Carol went around to praise him again, and didn't pay much attention to Celes' 10.

Siles also breathed a sigh of relief, no longer practiced, but lowered his eyes and thought - is this his golden finger?Or, is it attached to his identity as the keeper?

But why can it be a full fit every time?

He couldn't understand the question at all.

The afternoon ended with constant exercises and questions and answers.They all realized the inscrutability of the Enlightenment, and moreover, the countless hardships and sweats behind that heavy box of knowledge.

In fact, until the end, there were still several people who failed to achieve full fit, such as Mrs. Fuller and Eric.

They didn't seem to care much either.But this question itself also means that the revealers themselves are different, and everyone's progress and smoothness are even more so.

This made Siles even more delicate.

After another two hours, people bid farewell to each other and got up to leave.

When Siles walked out of the room, he heard a prompt in his brain: [Knowledge +1. 】

...Added 1 more point?

He remembered that the last time his knowledge was increased by one, it was the first time he came to the Historical Society and heard about the existence of the Revelator.That added a little to his spirituality and knowledge.

And now, his knowledge has added a little more.

Is it because the lesson this time mentioned the fit of the ceremony?But hasn't he already learned about the three elements and three dimensions from Grenfell?

Siles thought for a while and realized that it was probably because he only got these names from Grenfell.Knowing it but not knowing why, so the attribute of knowledge has not changed.

As his understanding of the revealer deepens, his knowledge attributes will obviously continue to improve.It's only 47 points now.

Because of these thoughts, Siles accidentally fell to the end and joined Angela who also walked slowly.Angela still had a stiff smile on her face.

Siles felt a little helpless. He suddenly thought of a question and asked Angela for advice: "I need to buy a more formal dress for class. Do you know any clothing stores nearby?"

The lady knows better about it.

Angela also breathed a sigh of relief, she thought about it, and then said: "Although the dress is the most formal, it's probably not suitable for class. There is a good custom-made suit shop in the southwest of Atherton Square. You You can go there and buy a ready-to-wear suit.”

Siles nodded, thanked Angela for her suggestion, and said goodbye to her.

Half an hour later, Siles picked up a bag and walked out of the clothing store.He bought two suits, and his heart was bleeding.

He knew that the shops near Atherton Square would not be very cheap, but a suit cost 25 dukes—two suits cost him a month's salary!Three months rent!

Siles paid with his eyes closed.

Alright alright.From another point of view, these two sets of clothes should be enough for him to wear for several years.real.

Considering the two costly costumes and the current time, Siles chose to rent a carriage.In about an hour and a half—seriously, will Ramifa get stuck in traffic? — Siles returned to 13 Milford Street.

He happened to bump into the Finns for dinner, and at their kind invitation, Siles had another meal.

After dinner, Siles noticed that the weather outside was fine—the rainy season had indeed passed.He went out for a walk, and when he passed the Grenfell Antique Bookstore, he saw that the bookstore was still dimly lit, so he walked in.

"Good evening, Glenn."

"Good evening, Sirius." Grenfell was still lazily nestling behind the counter, looking down at the book, wondering if it was Ms. Antonia Cumming's detective novel again, "Going to the History Society again today? "

Before Siles could figure out how to ask a question, he was startled when he heard Grenfell say that.

He subtly thought, Grenfell must be too aware of the arrangement of the Historical Society, right?

He nodded without thinking too much: "Yes, we have learned the compatibility of the ceremony."

Hearing this, Grenfell raised his head and said, "Is there anything I don't understand?"

Siles thought for a moment, then nodded slowly."Does fit necessarily need practice to improve?" he said.

What puzzled him the most was naturally his perfect fit, which must be 10.But if he asked directly, he might be regarded as a lunatic.Therefore, it is better to freeze your image on a slightly ambitious research obsession.

Sure enough, upon hearing this sentence, Grenfell couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Otherwise?" He said angrily, "Do you think it's possible to be promoted out of thin air? It's the first time for ordinary people to perform rituals. , a fit of 5 or 6 is very good!"

Siles replied cautiously: "However, I want to consider all possibilities."

His words made Grenfell strangely silent.

After a while, Grenfell sighed: "You really are..."

Siles remained silent.

Grenfell seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be telling Siles: "Arrogant young people always try to get everything." He didn't wait for Siles to answer, and said, "It's possible .”

Siles blinked and asked, "Under what circumstances?"

"When you are a god."

Siles was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said in surprise: "When I... am a god?"

"Yes." Grenfell restrained all his emotions, and said very seriously, "The only known thing that can achieve full compatibility when using the ritual for the first time... is that space-time rift. the caretaker."

Antinam.

that god.

Siles suddenly held his breath, feeling cold sweat bursting out of his back.

Grenfell probably noticed Siles' gloomy expression, so he warned him: "Now you know how ignorant you are about this question? Really, young man, just practice step by step and don't think about reaching the sky in one step. matter.

"Although I know you are a scholar and like to get to the bottom of it, but this kind of thing..."

He shook his head.

After a while, Siles said nonchalantly: "I understand what you mean. However, I remembered that you said before that the Historical Society is studying the soul of the revelator, so I want to know whether it is possible, some The soul of the revelator is naturally... fit, certain rituals."

Grenfell looked at Siles in some surprise, and then he said: "It's not impossible, but there are few people who study this subject. To be honest, the door of the Research Department of the Historical Society is open to you."

Siles: "..."

The academic tasks of La Mifa University were enough for him.

Siles chatted with Glenn Felt for a few words on this topic, and then he mentioned that he was going to move out tomorrow.He added: "If there is a chance, I will come to visit you."

Grenfell nodded casually, and he added: "I will be at the Historical Society every Wednesday morning."

Siles was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Okay. Where can I meet you then?"

Grenfell coughed and said solemnly, "Room 177."

Siles wrote it down.He added: "The last time you gave me Ms. Cumming's detective novel, I thought it was a very good reading experience."

The middle-aged man with beards heard that Siles praised his favorite author, he immediately beamed with joy, praised Siles for his good eyesight, and then gave Siles a book by Cumming, and asked him to take it home and read it. .

Siles had to accept it.

He left Grenfell's bookstore and was about to walk back when he suddenly thought of something, so he went to Logan's Market and bought a pen in the shop there.

In a world without computers or mobile phones, if he wanted to write a novel, he would have to write it all by hand.If you use a quill to do this, it will be too tortured.

Siles noticed that the fountain pens in this world already have the convenient self-absorbing ink technology, but the price is slightly expensive, and a simple style costs 10 duke coins.

Still, he opted for an austere black fountain pen.

... Seriously, didn't he already spend that much money on suits today?What's wrong with spending a little more money and buying a pen?He is a foreigner who has learned the concept of making orders from the era of online shopping on the distant earth!

Siles put the expensive pen in his pocket and walked back with a blank expression.

When he arrived at the second floor of 13 Milford Street, he once again met the mysterious folklorist, Alfonso Carlyle.