My Archangel

Elsia blinked. After hesitating for Qiaowen's question, she sighed a little, and then continued to add: "So far, this kind of dice has never been It really proved to be able to detect a person's luck. At best, it is only a famous toy, but it happened to be connected with Mr. Morik recently, which caused some misunderstandings..."

Although it was not stated clearly, the meaning in Elsia's words was already obvious.

Obviously, she still hoped that Qiaowen could communicate with Morik.

'No, anyway, even if it's just an ordinary dice, all the dice you roll for several days are all one. Anyway, this kind of luck is problematic.'

Qiao Wen fell silent for a moment.

Watching the seemingly helpless reaction on Elsia's face now, his attention has also changed slightly.

For now, this uncle named Molick may not be bad luck, but the luck of the team members who stayed with him will become very bad to a certain extent. It is almost a conclusion. .

However, what Qiao Wen cares about now... is another thing.

'Before I was in a group with him, and among the group members who were almost destroyed during the expedition...there is such a person?'

Sliding his fingertips, his gaze slowly moved down, looking at the line of small characters prompted on the third page, he blinked, lifted his head slightly, and cast his gaze to the holy child in front of him again.

There is no other reason.

He had already seen one of the group members who had been in the same group with this uncle named Molick and was no longer in this world... is now the grandfather of the seventeenth generation of Son.

...

Two minutes later.

Outside the guild and on the island, a huge white-haired dog, Doctor Zheng, didn't want to crawl on the ground, and seemed to be waiting for something.

The door of the guild has also been slowly opened.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiaowen, thank you for willing to meet him a little bit..."

After walking into the guild with Qiao Wen, Elsia was obviously relieved, and thanked him in a low voice: "Don't worry, as I said before, you have Lord Vina and Urry by your side. Master Sha, something like doom... even if it exists, it won't affect you."

"..."

Qiao Wen did not speak.

Although just now, after vaguely realizing something, he finally agreed to Elsia's proposal, and tried to walk into the guild to find the "passing" uncle named Molick for a little communication.

But... the fundamental reason that prompted him to do this was not Elsia's theory that "doom is of no use to him".

But another kind of more basic logic.

That is... the saint son by his side should think and act on the success of the expedition from beginning to end.

If this is the case, Elsia did not hesitate to introduce him to Molick, who might have affected her grandfather because of "doom". This should have her own consideration.

And besides that, the ones that gave Qiao Wen some confidence... are the two young gods who have a fairly good relationship with him now.

People who are close to the Child God will also be treated tenderly by this world-this theory, he still believes.

And now Qiao Wen has established a connection with the two young gods. To tell the truth... he doesn't think that the bad luck of an uncle can compete with the luck of the "son of the plane" in this world. .

If that were the case, then the world wouldn't be shaken.

"..."

Thinking about this, Qiao Wen's gaze swept slightly towards Dai'er, who had been behind him since the beginning, with a strange expression on her face and somehow quiet.

"…what?"

Perhaps it was also because of noticing Qiao Wen’s gaze, Dai Er lifted her head slightly and glanced at him

"No, I just doubt it, are you really a young god?"

"Wait? How do you feel like you are looking for fault every time you speak?"

Opening his mouth, Qiao Wen quickly greeted the childish eyes when he spoke like this.

But at the same time, some memories that didn't make him feel very happy appeared in his mind.

For example... from a long time ago, even though he had a good relationship with this little dragon and Heli at that time, until now, he has been in luck... to be honest, it seems to have been There is no obvious change.

Even sometimes, it is even more unlucky.

'Couldn't, my luck hasn't changed for the better all the time, all the theories about the intimacy of the child god... are they actually wrong?'

For a moment, such a thought came to Qiao Wen's mind.

Although this was only his own body feeling at present, with the emergence of this idea, Qiao Wen suddenly thought of something and opened his eyes slightly.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and turned his gaze to Elsia again: "Master Saint, where do you usually buy the doom dice mentioned in the information?"

"...Is there in this guild?"

Somewhat unclearly tilted her head. Although she was a little confused about Qiaowen’s sudden changes, Elsia explained: “Since that thing came out, the current adventurer seems to be quite loyal to that thing, although it is actually The effect of testing luck has never been official, but those adventurers almost every time they come to the guild to pick up a mission, they will throw it..."

"That's it."

After hearing Elsia's response, Qiao Wen touched his chin and was silent for a moment.

Then, when he raised his head again, he had already turned around and walked to the guild counter not far away alone.

"Please give me a lucky dice."

Standing at the counter, staring at the receptionist who seemed to be stunned after seeing him, Qiao Wen said.

"...Ah, good."

However, after Qiao Wen's voice fell, the receptionist quickly reacted.

She looked like she was used to this one, she opened the drawer very skillfully, and handed one of the brand new dice that did not even tear off the packaging on the surface to Qiao Wen: "Please use."

"Thank you, how much is this?"

Gazing at the packaging bag above, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a moment.

Because he suddenly remembered that he seemed to be...no money?

Subconsciously, he would turn his head and look at the two opposite sexes behind him.

"It's okay, this thing is not expensive, please feel free to use it, little brother."

But at this moment, the very delicate voice of the receptionist reached Qiao Wen's ear again.

"Just treat it as my sister invited you."