Could it be the impact of transmigration? No, Lynn is also a transmigrator, and he obviously doesn't have this trait.
So, is it the influence brought by that gray fog?
Klein speculated, then saw Lynn suddenly seem to think of something and excitedly handed him a talisman.
"Though I'm not sure if what that guy said is true, why don't we try it first?" Lynn said, taking out three dice from an unknown pocket. "This is a talisman that can bring luck. Its effect is slightly less than that of a scroll, but after using it, you can become very lucky for a short time. It might be difficult for big things to go as you wish, but for small things like rolling the dice to get the desired number, it's very easy."
"For example..." Lynn suddenly looked at Maric, handing him the dice and another talisman. "Mr. Maric, you can use this talisman now and then think of the number you want and see if it comes out."
Maric didn't quite understand why they suddenly wanted to test their luck, but after exchanging a glance with Sharron, he still followed Lynn's instructions and used the talisman.
"I want three sixes," Maric said, then threw the dice. The three white dice spun in the air for a few turns before landing on the ground, all showing six.
Obviously, the luck talisman had taken effect.
"You can try a few more times to prove it's not a coincidence," Lynn reminded with a smile.
Maric rolled several more times, and sure enough, he could roll the desired numbers each time, whether three sixes, three ones, or other random numbers, it was basically as he wished.
After Maric finished his experiment, Lynn eagerly looked at Klein, saying, "Sherlock, it's your turn."
Under the gaze of the three pairs of eyes in the carriage, Klein inexplicably felt a bit nervous. He also used the luck talisman and, like Maric, wished for three sixes.
However, when the dice landed, it showed two, three, and three.
Klein: ...
Ah, this!
Even though he had expected this, Klein still felt a bit complicated at this moment. He saw Lynn enthusiastically pick up the dice and hand them back to him.
"Try a few more times; it might just be a coincidence!"
Klein, holding the dice, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He could see that his mischievous partner was purely enjoying the show.
This made Klein grip the dice tightly and firmly refuse, "No need, one experiment is enough. It seems I really can't be bestowed with luck."
Lynn showed a disappointed expression but quickly regained his enthusiasm after a few seconds, pulling out a drawing board from somewhere and starting to sketch.
Klein's eyebrows twitched. He wanted to ask Lynn what he was drawing but felt the answer would not be pleasant, possibly some joke like "The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck is not-lucky" or something.
"You're right." Lynn suddenly looked up at Klein, smiling.
Klein: ...
Klein finally understood that even though Lynn said he didn't hold grudges, in reality, he was clearly holding one. Look at what he's done since discovering Klein was The Fool. Each thing seemed to torment him.
'Lynn is good at everything but has such a vengeful mind...' Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly, then asked Sharron and Maric, "Miss Sharron, Mr. Maric, has the Angel of Secrets contacted you?"
With action imminent, Klein was naturally concerned about the movements of the angel fellow.
"No." Sharron and Maric exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads honestly.
"I thought He would contact you." Sharron said.
"I haven't seen Him these days, but..." Klein glanced at Lynn. Although he hadn't seen the angelic compatriot, someone had evidently met Him more than once.
"Ah, can't you see Him? He's right here!" Lynn, who was sketching, looked up in surprise at the three of them, revealing a terrifying fact without blinking.
Klein: ...
Sharron: ...
Maric: ...
The three were stunned, looking at each other with expressions of shock and bewilderment.
At this moment, they heard a soft laugh and a slightly helpless voice: "Lynn, you're scaring them."
It was then that Klein realized that there had always been a person sitting on the other side of the carriage.
That person had shoulder-length golden curls and ash-gray eyes. His features were handsome, and his lips slightly curled into a mysterious smile. It was the Angel of Secrets.
The other had arrived at some point, but before Lynn mentioned it, neither Klein, Sharron, nor Maric had noticed the Angel of Secrets' presence, even though they instinctively avoided that spot, as if they knew someone was sitting there.
"If anyone scared them, it was you!" Lynn grumbled unhappily, ending his sketch, as if the divine avatar appearing in such an Adam-like manner had nothing to do with him.
But in reality, Lynn was doing it on purpose, just to give Mr. Fool a little Hermit pathway shock, and incidentally, to give Mr. Fool a heads-up, letting him gain some experience in suddenly encountering someone out of thin air.
While Lynn could casually complain to the Angel of Secrets, the others couldn't. For instance, Maric immediately stood up, looking rather restrained. If the carriage wasn't big enough, he might have bumped his head.
"Good evening, Your Highness, Angel of Secrets."
A slightly cool voice came from the air. Sharron also stood up, quite formally bowing to Lynn, along with Maric.
Klein didn't bow; there was no need for such formality between him and the angel. He just asked with a subtle expression, "When did you arrive?"
Klein suddenly understood why Lynn seemed to have met the angel fellow many times despite not going out much, while he had never seen Him.
If every meeting with the Angel of Secrets was in this form, Klein wouldn't have noticed even if they met right in front of him.
Is this the means of an angel?
While Klein marveled inwardly, he also felt a bit chilled. After all, the idea of someone lurking in the air without your knowledge was unsettling for an ordinary sentient being.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in prying into your privacy, nor do I need to." The Angel of Secrets seemed to see through Klein's concerns and smiled.
His gaze then fell on Sharron, the beautiful girl who looked more like a doll than a living person. "Good evening, Sharron. Have you contacted your teacher, Reinette Tinekerr?"
(End of Chapter)
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