After breaking away from Anvis's fingertips, the silver dice rolled to the ground, spun a few times like an ordinary dice, and then stopped with a crisp 'ding-' sound.
Twenty o'clock——
"Crack-"
At the same time, a crack appeared in the corner of the dice.
As a practice piece, Anvis did not put too much power into it, which resulted in the low quality of the die itself.
"Is this the price for interfering with destiny?"
Anvis touched the crack, and he could feel that if there were about three more cracks of the same size, the dice would be completely useless.
"So, what happens next?"
Thinking about how the mercury dice worked, Avis waited for a moment.
.….….
Cohen is an unemployed vagrant who idles around all day long.
Of course, this is only his official identity. In order to make a living, he occasionally does some "part-time work".
For example, picking up a few bulging money bags that others had 'lost', or helping to collect some debts from enthusiastic casinos who lent others money for emergencies but were unable to collect the accounts properly when due.
On this day, he had just completed a business deal and taught a guy a lesson for not paying back the money he owed. But when Cohen was satisfied, a puddle of gifts from nature suddenly fell from the sky and stuck on his face.
"Asshole! You son of a bitch! Don't let me catch you!"
While wiping the bird shit from his face, Cohen yelled at the sky, but the perpetrator had already flown away, leaving only a quacking sound.
"Oh ... damn! Sooner or later Lao Tzu will pull out all your hair! Then bake you into the wine!"
After wiping off the bird poop, Cohen sniffed and felt that there was still some smell left. He cursed under his breath again and his mood became very bad.
While mentally cutting the dead bird into pieces, Cohen cursed and walked out of the alley, intending to find some water to wash his face.
But as soon as he reached the other end of the alley, he noticed the handsome blond boy standing on one side of the alley facing him.
"Oh——"
Cohen was stunned, his eyes instinctively glanced at Anvis, and then paused at the ring on Anvis' hand.
"Hey, tender skinned sheep, look at that ring again, it's a rare fat sheep!"
An instinctive thought flashed through Cohen's mind.
Although Anvis had taken off his noble clothes at this time, the space ring on his hand also concealed the magic aura. But Cohen, who has a sharp eye, could detect the precious material of the ring with just a glance.
Cohen pretended to be nonchalant and continued walking forward, but his eyes vaguely glanced left and right.
"A very young, unprotected, noble young man who sneaked out to play? So? Maybe it's a magic ring? Or even a space ring?"
He swallowed secretly, a strong look of greed flashing in his eyes.
Unlike other ordinary deadbeats, Cohen once had the privilege of meeting a real mage up close.
——That time he didn’t have eyes and stole the magician’s head!
Fortunately, the mage did not use magic to turn him into a toad. He only ordered Cohen to be his guide for a long time and take him to find the underground boss in this area.
Cohen didn't know what happened between the mage and the boss, but because of his actions in leading the way. After the master mage left, Cohen received a severe beating and lay in bed for half a month before he could barely get off the ground.
If he hadn't given the bag of gold coins he had hidden to the innkeeper, he might have starved to death in the past half month.
But during this period, the ring on the mage's hand left a deep impression on him.
There was a large box half as tall as a man. The mage just put his hand on it. The gray-black ring on his index finger flashed slightly, and the box disappeared in a whoosh!
The material of the ring was very unique and Cohen had never seen it before, but this did not prevent him from firmly remembering the appearance of the material.
"I need to take a closer look... He looks very unfamiliar. He should not be the descendant of the local nobles. Gods, if you are careful enough, maybe... you can do something big this time!"
Cautiously approaching Anvis, Cohen secretly sensed Anvis's strength, and finally realized that the other person was just a formal professional, almost as strong as him.
This made Cohen even more convinced that this was definitely just an innocent aristocratic boy who didn't know the dangers of the outside world and only had one or two magic equipment to dare to wander around the Dragon Film City.
His throat trembled slightly, and Cohen's dark brown eyes stared at Anvis with the corner of his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
It seems that today is his lucky day, Uncle Cohen!
If such top-quality goods are presented to the city lord and the adults are happy, then he will also become prosperous!
What few people know is that in addition to being a pickpocket/villain/vagrant, Cohen is also a secret agent of the City Lord's Palace, responsible for secretly supervising the situation in the city and helping the big shots of the City Lord's Palace search for 'good stuff'.
However, before preparing to take action, Cohen still looked around cautiously to make sure that no nosy strangers were nearby.
Due to the large number of idiots who are looking for trouble for the sake of ridiculous 'justice' in the past two years, as well as those fellow strangers who do not follow the rules, Cohen's life has become much more difficult.
There was no way, he was afraid of death, but those lunatics were not.
He once saw with his own eyes the fate of [Balza the Bloodthirsty], a fourth-level thief. Relying on his strength, he publicly tortured to death two stranger thieves who had seized his territory, and spread the word to all strangers:
No matter what you did before, when you arrive at Dragon Film City, you must abide by the rules of the city!
But the result was that within a magic hour, almost half of the city's strangers, including the two strangers who died initially, gathered at the same time, and various attacks enveloped almost half of the block.
After desperately killing dozens of strangers, the big thief found in despair that the enemy had no fear at all. His killings not only failed to scare away others, but instead made more and more crazy enemies.
What horrified Cohen, who was watching, was that the strangers he had seen fatally injured reappeared intact less than twenty minutes later.
Since then, he has been much more cautious in his actions, for fear of provoking these weird guys.
But this time it seemed that the goddess of luck favored him. There were no guys in fancy clothes nearby, nor were there any strange professionals jumping around, or people all over the street asking if you needed help.
Feeling that it was not too late and ensuring that he was temporarily safe, Cohen no longer concealed himself, immediately put on an enthusiastic look and walked towards Anvis.
"Gui'an, young sir, are you lost? Do you need my help to show you the way?"
With a uniquely flattering smile on his face, Cohen raised his hand to say hello to Anwes in a harmless manner.
He calculated very clearly that although the opponent was just an inexperienced young master, if he fought head-on, he would probably have no hope of winning. You must first make the opponent relax their vigilance, and then take the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
"...Are you lost? Maybe, yes, I need to go to a tavern nearby, but the other party didn't tell me the specific location of the tavern, so I can only look for it slowly."
Seeing Cohen, who had been waiting for a long time, finally come over, Avis glanced at him with a somewhat 'wary' look, and then breathed a sigh of relief as if he was sure that there was no threat to him, and began to explain the situation he was facing without any precautions. .
In order to avoid trouble, Anvis specially adjusted his appearance to hide the charisma of his strength and bloodline. I just didn't expect that my appearance seemed to be coveted by others.
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