I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 358 - 225: Five Claw Island

Chirp chirp chirp chirp...

The early bird gets the worm.

Li Xin lay on the bed with his bare legs spread out, grabbing below as he turned over and continued to sleep. He didn’t want to get up; he couldn’t muster even a bit.

But far away in the Li Long United Kingdom, in Dragon Capital.

In the luxurious manor, in the master’s master bedroom, Christian had already enjoyed a steaming cup of coffee, savoring it meticulously—a habit that seemed to have been cultivated over a long time. Today’s coffee beans were from a boutique manor from a noble village in the Mosel Kingdom, with notes of kumquat at the front, rose as the middle note, and brown sugar flavor as the base, making for a three-layered coffee experience.

Christian elegantly picked up his beloved red notebook and began recording.

"The Round Table Conference finally has a decent newcomer, Libra, with a certain gift and knowledge base, a steady personality, an excellent choice for a deputy. A follower of the Earth Mother Goddess, presumably a Moncalleta person, but he already questions his faith. A devout believer never introduces themselves as devout; perhaps he can be guided to faith in the Moon God."

"Miss Aries..." Christian thought for a moment, "Recently, there’s been little progress. Miss Aries seems a bit unfocused; perhaps the arrival of Miss Virgo will give her some sense of urgency."

Miss Virgo... tap tap tap

Christian tapped his delicate goose feather pen, pondering for a while. Virgo is an unstable factor; although her presence may straighten Miss Aries’s attitude, an unstable factor is harmful to a team. The Round Table Conference needs to unite around him.

... Aries...

"Cannot be distracted by women," Christian muttered to himself, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to record lagging brothers anymore; the weather was so nice today. Suddenly, a familiar feeling surged through his mind, as if Miss Potter and company had an invitation; a mountain hike together might be nice.

At this moment, a knock sounded, and the butler came in. Before the butler could speak, Christian stood up, "Prepare the carriage; I want to go mountain hiking with Miss Potter and the others."

The butler was stunned, full of surprise: "Master, you want to go mountain hiking late at night?"

"Night?" Christian was stunned.

"Master, you’ve been staying in the study all day today; the sun has already set outside. If you go out now, it will be dark shortly," the butler said respectfully.

Christian looked out the window; it was sunset. He mistakenly thought it was sunrise, his heart inexplicably somewhat irritable. He waved his hand, "You can leave; don’t bother me unless necessary."

"Yes, Master, please also take care of your health."

The butler respectfully lowered his head, slowly exited, and closed the door properly.

Christian looked at the sunset outside the window, his hand resting on the notebook. His expression relaxing, he rubbed his chin indifferently and picked up the coffee, the faint scent of roses rising.

In the room, Christian fell into silence...

Patulu Five Claw Island.

This bustling island is a major port in the Shadowy Sea Area, named for its shape resembling a monster’s claw. On the island, fish and dragons are mixed; pirates, navy, and miscellaneous mercenaries, adventurers, and various personnel serving them. Five Claw Island is extremely lively, and the women are quite attractive, as the slave trade is also thriving here. Because some countries have started to abolish slavery, it has instead stimulated the market here, with many people secretly trading here and then repackaging before shipping domestically.

Cantona has been on the island for several days now; this is their agreed meeting place, waiting for the contact person from the Death Church.

He truly doesn’t want to do undercover work, but he can’t defy the teacher’s orders, saying this is his test and fate—that only by undergoing layers of trials can he return to the embrace of the Nether God.

He exhaled a smoke ring; Cantona didn’t particularly want to return anyway, as the current situation is somewhat better than before. At least, his former issues have been resolved, and he doesn’t have to worry about being hunted by Nether Apostles.

In front of him is a test; now is also a test—the test of the Death Church. The teacher reminded him: on this Death Coffin journey, only he returned alive. As per the Death Church’s style, they will definitely subject him to multiple tests and won’t easily let him go. The content of the Death Coffin involves the revival of the Death God, and in extreme cases, they might use soul-searching on him, so he must be psychologically prepared.

Many members of the Church’s Judicial Court have self-destruction methods involving their soul—this is more cruel than suicide or falling.

Cantona drank the poor-quality rum, with a broken place and overly expensive wine. Fortunately, with so many years of drifting, he’s used to everything. The power of the Nether God’s Court is too strong on the continent, so major tasks of the Death Church are usually held at sea where the Nether God’s Court’s power can’t reach. Many non-Main God faiths also operate this way; the sea is their playground, the outskirts of authority, where all sorts of people exist except for those of the Main God. Active ones include Desire Church, Death Church, Fallen Mother Goddess Church, and at least ten kinds of new and old sea god faith believers here.

Sometimes Cantona also wonders, are these people truly so devout, or are they just doing a job?

Pirates with different appearances, their faces flushed with drink, naturally brag and boast, "Yesterday, Lautaro hooked a rooster, haha, he thought no one knew, but a bunch of people next door were watching, haha."

"Damn, why a rooster?"

"Because the hen is priced differently!"

Everyone bursts into laughter, starting to gesture sizes. At this time, a slave trader led two girls looking about ten years old through the tavern, occasionally lifting the girls to show private parts, hoping to find a good buyer.

The girls’ clothes were in tatters, revealing bits of flesh. Though their attire was ragged, there were no significant injuries, likely to fetch a good price. Slave traders pay attention to this; their skin was still tender and hadn’t been sunburned, prompting a beast-like desire many lifelong seafarers can’t resist. Many eyes in the tavern boldly lingered on the two girls, fantasizing, but not acting, clearly used to the scene. Those daring to trade slaves here aren’t ordinary people; a bold move means committing to purchase, whether they can afford it is another matter.

Cantona merely glanced lightly before ignoring it. Though pitiful, many in this world are pitiful, beyond his ability to help.

The creepy slave trader suddenly showed interest in him, leading the two girls over, opening his mouth to reveal jagged yellow teeth with two missing, "Sir, take a closer look, newly arrived goods, noble family’s daughters, tender and fine skinned, superb quality, pure as gold firsthand."

Cantona shook his head expressionlessly. Did this slave trader think he was a fool? Regardless, he was too lazy to stir up trouble, but the slave trader wouldn’t let go, "Sir, definitely a gentleman of great feats, have mercy and save these two children, or they’ll die."