There's a saying that when someone's luck is bad, no matter how optimistic they may be, everything that happens around them automatically leads them down a path where they are surely going to get hurt.
Either the destination itself will screw them over, or the path through which they arrive at that destination is filled with screws on which they must walk barefoot.
This might seem like words without any specific meaning, just some kind of gibberish.
But anyone would be able to understand this if they were to be in Lucian's place right now, as he stands before several soldiers outside the mansion.
Behind him stand several maids and servants, their heads bowed on either side of the lane, giving space for the huge mansion belonging to Count Vinlig to be clearly visible.
