Lord of the Silver Crow

From the cemetery to Sander, from Sander to the cemetery, from the cemetery to the Rose Church, and from the Rose Church to the eccentricity of a certain priest...

Yago finally understood the characteristics of this extraordinary team leader.

Talking about tuberculosis? Talkative? The language is a bit rich?

Yago's thinking wandered between euphemistic, derogatory, or more euphemistic evaluations.

And the next moment, the potionist Dantes walked out of the room about ten minutes after stepping into the room, holding a coffee cup in his hand.

He came to the two of them, handed the cup in his hand to Yago, then said nothing, walked into the narrow "cell" amidst the sound of fetters.

"Remember to lock the door and deliver food on time."

After saying this, there was no more sound in the room.

"What are you waiting for?" Friesen glanced at him, "Drink the potion."

"This is the potion?" Yago looked at the grayish-brown liquid in the white coffee cup.

There are bubbles floating on the surface of the liquid, and there is still undissolved or probably insoluble powder inside.

It's even more suspicious than Banlangen granules. Where did you pick up a rub of incense ash?

"Yes, the'Gravekeeper' potion." Friesen responded, "Hurry up and drink it. The potion that has been tempered will deteriorate."

Is there any argument of deterioration?

"I see." Yago muttered and nodded.

Looking at the potion in the cup, he struggled a little.

Taking two kinds of potions at the same time, you will go crazy if you step on two boats. According to Elsa, the way is very specific, and he does not accept Huaxin men...

However, he doesn't want to go crazy...

Take a gamble!

Glancing at Friesen, who was still watching him, Yago understood that he didn't have any chance to do anything.

I can only bet!

At the same time, the left hand holding the gold coin and the cane was slightly loosened, and the gold coin slipped from the palm of his hand.

Gambler's fallacy!

The gold-plated coin that was supposed to slide straight down seemed to have received some force, but at the moment it fell from his palm, it began to flip up randomly and landed on the ground.

Yago was also very surprised.

The last time I used the gambler's fallacy, I felt a lot of pressure.

He is very familiar with the feeling that the number of times the ability has been used has reached its limit.

However, when he pressed the coffee cup to his lips with the determination to endure the pain and hallucinations that came, Yago found that the pain and hallucinations did not appear.

Not only did it not strike, but there was not the slightest feeling of pressure.

why?

"What's the matter with you?" Friesen's slightly changed voice came.

Yago's heart tightened, and he said silently:

"lucky!"

At the same time, he drank the liquid in the cup.

It’s like drinking the isatis root beverage that the granules have not completely dissolved. No, bitter gourd water, no, it’s even uglier than bitter gourd water. The sand-like particles flow through the esophagus together with the liquid, and the particles rub against the esophagus with a slight tingling and inexplicable sensation The cold feeling came to my mind together.

However, at the same time, the handwriting that appeared on the page of the system book was...

【Lucky check=61.....】

[Lucky check=7750, failed]

It's over, I'm going crazy, fuck!

Yago couldn't help but explode, why did he fail at such an important pass! ?

And the coin is still...

Yago's eyes stopped at the gold coin under his feet, and the king's head showed the result of his bet just now.

success.

After that, it will usher in failure.

However, he has no time to think.

Everything in front of him, whether it was the underground corridor covered in glimmers, or Friesen who stood in front of him, staring at him with suspicion, or the dark room that was not closed, quickly became blurred.

Everything turned into grayish white, all the colors faded away, from the entity to the phantom-like sight.

But this is only the beginning of the illusion, it is not over yet.

The world in front of me was like a phantom shining on the surface of the water, suddenly twisted and shaken in the slight fluctuations.

Numerous distorted images of black, white and gray overlapped in front of his eyes, and illusory and fuzzy gray fog overlapped in his field of vision.

Around him, in his field of vision, shadows of vague shapes emerged, some like animals, some like buildings, and some like human figures.

It is not the same as the image seen when using the gambler's ability to get into a hallucination.

Although his vision was blurred and his consciousness was quite erratic, he did not have the unbearable pain.

However, there is still a whisper.

The sound source is fuzzy and indistinguishable, as if every illusory scene in black, white and gray in front of me is a sound source.

Hoarse, sharp, weird, and vague babble flooded into Yago's mind.

Although it was still unbearable, it made Yago feel that his head was going to be cracked, but it was much easier than the illusion he had felt before.

If it’s crazy, it’s too easy...

He has such thoughts.

He has thoughts that are not clear but can roughly form an outline, instead of being submerged in the chaotic and painful abyss that even thinking can't do.

There is a feeling similar to when being swept by a spiritual tide.

By the way, this time.

Take back inspiration, take back inspiration.

Yago tried his best to visualize the third eye on his forehead, the closed scene with a somewhat vague thought.

Just as he repeated his muttering for the third time, suddenly a sense of imbalance came from sinking to the bottom of the water and floating on the surface.

The distorted scene quickly returned to normal, the fog quickly dissipated, the illusion quickly solidified, the faded colors returned, and the cold feeling quickly faded.

In the perception that his thinking gradually became clear, his consciousness returned.

"Hoo-hoo-"

In a trance and dizziness, Yago stepped back a few steps, leaned against the wall, and gasped.

He frowned, shook his head, and gradually became sober.

"Diago?" Friesen said in a questioning tone somewhat different from before.

"what's happenin?"

Yago tried to stand firmer with the cane in his left hand, but suddenly found that the cane fell to the ground without knowing when, he bent down, picked up the cane and the coin, and said at the same time:

"Captain, is there any water? This thing is too awful to drink..."

"There is no chaos...and no madness...have I been thinking too much?"

Watching Yago, who asked for a drink while tugging at his throat and pulling his neckline, Friesen smiled and pressed down the doubts in his heart:

"Before that, please let out your spirit mist and have a look to confirm your own changes, right?"

When he said this, his expression was the same as before, but his pupils turned from light green to dark green.

"Oh, good."

Although Friesen's face and expression looked normal, Yago did not ignore the changes in his eyes.

His heart was extremely tense, but Yago didn't show it on his face, moving naturally, he again visualized the third eye, visualizing the sight of the eyes that did not exist.

Immediately, a cold, gloomy silver-gray mist gushed out of his body.