This script is not mandatory, and will not make Shade do something uncontrollably. But the content written on it will definitely happen and cannot be changed, just like an invisible hand manipulating fate, which is why Shade appears under the grape trellis again.
Being far weaker than the other party, Shade had no choice. He had never been so eager for strength. It was not that he had not strengthened himself in the past, but the outsider had just arrived in this world after all.
"In this kind of world, strength is indeed needed."
Taking a deep breath to relax himself, Xia De suppressed his inner anxiety, stared at the other person, and then slowly took out the pendant with the blood-sucking ring. The other person smiled after seeing it:
"So this was also stolen by you."
But it’s not.
Xia De took out the box containing the twenty-sided dice of fate. The man was slightly surprised when he opened it:
"Is this the Secret Keeper-level relic? The rare relic that can interfere with fate? I see. You relied on this to defy the script. Interesting. You are actually a correspondence ring sorcerer from St. Lawrence Comprehensive College?"
He was obviously familiar with these relics.
Xia De took out the pendant with the Silver Moon Orb hanging from his chest. The man glanced at it and shook his head:
"What the hell is this? It's really weird."
Xia De did not continue. The man looked at him with a fierce light in his eyes and knocked on the stone table with his right hand:
"Also, there is something unusual about you. The other me told me, and he wouldn't lie to me."
So Shade took out the bag of dried frog legs, which were the materials for casting the spell of the leaping frog.
"Not this, what is this? And! Are you kidding me?"
The man was stunned for a moment, tapping the table with his fingers to urge.
Shade took out the diary and showed two Rhodes cards, but the man didn't even look at them:
"Are you still a gambler? No, the Rhodes cards are common items. Don't you even have this common sense? Come on, take out the thing you hid. I know you must want to use that thing to turn the tables."
Shade thought about it and looked at him with strange eyes, which made the man in the wine-red suit feel a little uncomfortable. Then, Shade took out the cold antique revolver from the rolled-up suit with a missing sleeve.
At the moment when the fingertips rubbed the lines on the gun, the stranger seemed to really see fate. He had a strange premonition in his heart, knowing that under the strange luck, the plan of using the spell to fake immortality to disguise death would no longer work.
"Oh? What is this?"
The middle-aged man in the burgundy suit didn't recognize what it was, but after a slight touch and repeated inspection, he realized that it was indeed a relic. He picked it up and examined it carefully. After opening the revolver magazine, there were no bullets in the six cylinders, but after just a slight shake, bullets appeared in the magazine.
The middle-aged man smiled:
"That's great. It consumes spirits to automatically replenish bullets. I've always wanted an offensive relic, and this is just right. It seems my luck is pretty good tonight, and you have to pay me back for what you owe me. Ha, fate is really fair to everyone! The law of conservation of luck is definitely not superstition.
I think you must know the purpose of this relic, right? It is definitely not just for replenishing bullets, so you want to hide it until the end, hoping that I won't find it, giving you a chance to pull the trigger. "
Xia De pursed his lips, not knowing whether he should praise the other person's rich imagination. Perhaps the man sitting opposite him should become a writer like Miss Louisa:
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what this revolver is for."
Xia De said honestly. The man smiled, holding the gun in his right hand. With a metallic click, his stubby fingers pressed down the hammer, and then he slowly raised his hand and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Xia De's forehead.
"I used a spell to prevent the sound of the gun from being heard. Since you don't want to tell me, why don't we try and see what this gun does. Do you want to die? Or tell me the answer."
The round stone table was quite large, and the pistol was raised above the tabletop, but did not cross the center line of the table.
There was a gas lamp hanging on the grape trellis, and the round table was lit by candles brought by the man. The dim light shone on the faces of the two people sitting at the table. In that silent moment, there was not a single breeze blowing.
Xia De looked at the muzzle of the gun, and the corners of his mouth trembled. Even though he had his own plan, he still felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he felt the sweat running down his cheeks.
At this critical moment, he seemed to be only one step away from death. This was the most critical situation since he came to this world. But among thousands of thoughts, he thought of the possibility of his survival.
"My idea must be right, my idea must be right! Tonight's good luck should not end yet!"
He kept repeating it in his mind.
"What exactly is the function of this relic pistol?"
The man asked again, and Shade shook his head. In front of the man, he unexpectedly stretched out his hand and picked up the twenty-sided dice of fate that opened the box.
"The good luck generated by the puppeteer's script cannot affect the twenty-sided dice of fate. If you want to rely on your good luck at this time to make yourself roll 20 again, then don't do it. You can't roll 20. Luck is no match for strength. Using the script may indeed lead to being misled by the trap of fate, but what else can you do this time?"
The man said in surprise, but saw that Xia De was still making the action of throwing the dice. Xia De felt that the back of his shirt was already wet.
Are you ready
The murmur sounded unexpectedly, she really understood Xia De.
"I'm ready."
The middle-aged man in the burgundy suit saw his action and laughed:
"Since you still refuse to give up, young ring wizard, goodbye."
Pull the trigger and the antique revolver fires normally before the twenty-sided dice of fate is thrown.
Amid the gunshot that failed to pierce the night sky due to magic, the brass bullet swirled out of the muzzle, passing through the dim light of the gas lamp and the summer garden breeze, leaving a cyclone in the air as it flew across the center line of the round table and flew towards Shad's brow.
This was the moment before his true death. Xia De didn't think about the people he knew in this world. Instead, he held the unthrown dice and closed his eyes:
"This has to be..."
There was a strange black iron-colored aura attached to the bullet, which prevented it from continuing to move forward. Instead, it drew a perfect arc in the air and flew backwards.
"What?"
Bang!
The bullet penetrated the gunman's skull and his head exploded like a watermelon being hit hard.
Red and white things sprayed in all directions, and the sitting body of the man fell down amid the aftermath of gunfire and white smoke from the muzzle.
With brains and blood sprayed all over his face, Xia De was motionless. The candle was knocked over by the splashing blood, and the kerosene lamp shade on the grape trellis was also coated with blood plasma. The light suddenly dimmed, and Xia De opened his eyes, watching the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle fly into the night sky and dissipate in the evening breeze under the grape trellis.
The night wind blew, and he exhaled tremblingly:
"... ...The gun of kindness."