The Girl Who Looted Tomorrow

After Victor’s motive was exposed, he did not feel embarrassed at all. He pressed his hands together and said openly, “So please, let me leech a little luck off you!”

Freya stared at him.

“...”

After a pause, she asked, “So what exactly counts as a low-probability event? What kind of thing would qualify?”

Victor thought for a moment, then began explaining.

Take rolling dice, for example. Rolling a one or a six obviously did not count as a low-probability event. After all, the chance was one in six either way. But if someone could roll one a hundred times in a row, or six a hundred times in a row, then that absolutely counted as a low-probability event.

In other words, both “extreme good luck” and “extreme bad luck” were included.

Actually, Victor getting attacked by fish while walking and nearly falling into the sea and drowning just now absolutely counted as a low-probability event. It could increase the speed at which he digested his potion.

Thinking about it this way, digesting the [Gambler] potion seemed rather simple.

He only needed to keep using [Luck Storage], press his luck down to the lowest possible level, and he would experience a pile of absurd incidents like that.

The problem was... if he really did that, could he survive even a single day?

The core ability of the [Gambler] class was luck. Victor had no other abilities besides that. He did not have enhanced physical ability, could not fire beams of light, and could not heal people.

So luck was everything.

Under those circumstances, if Victor experienced a whole pile of unbelievably unlucky events, he really would die.

How was that any different from a horror movie from Freya’s previous life called Final Destination?

As for extreme good luck, it naturally could also speed up potion digestion. But that required consuming large amounts of luck. And storing that much luck required a very long time.

That was why Victor’s advancement had been so slow.

So for a [Gambler], luck was everything.

And by sheer coincidence, Freya looked like someone who was not lacking in luck at all. Staying by Freya’s side would definitely speed up Victor’s potion digestion.

Freya still did not agree immediately. Instead, she asked another question.

“You said you’re a bounty hunter, and you’re going to find someone from the Mind Research Society. You aren’t going there to kill someone, are you?”

After all, the words “bounty hunter” and “find someone” made it very difficult not to think of “assassin.”

Normally, such commissions were confidential and definitely could not be leaked. But Victor said it directly without the slightest psychological burden.

“To be precise, I’m going to capture someone. The eldest son of some declining noble family wanted to chase so-called freedom and so-called extraordinary power, so he secretly ran away on his own.”

“And that guy really knows how to run. I’ve been investigating for a while. The final information I got was that he had already left the country and seems to have gone to that Mind Research Society. My employer’s commission is to bring that runaway brat back.”

“A noble? Chasing the extraordinary?” Freya tilted her head slightly and switched which leg was crossed over the other. “But I heard nobles all control extraordinary Paths. Why wouldn’t this kid get potions from his own family? Why run so far?”

Victor’s gaze was drawn to Freya’s swaying calf. He could not help glancing at the black stockings, but he quickly forced himself to look away and continued speaking.

“Nobles do control extraordinary Paths, but that only applies to powerful nobles.”

He counted on his fingers.

“From top to bottom, there are dukes, marquises, counts, viscounts, and barons. At minimum, you need to be a count or above to have potions. As for the viscounts and barons below them, honestly, they’re just ordinary people with a little more money. The person who hired me is a viscount.”

“Fine,” Freya said. “Then I have no more questions. As for you traveling with us, since we’re going the same way, I don’t really mind.”

After that, the two chatted briefly for a while longer. Then Freya stood up, left Victor’s room, and returned to her own.

Over the next few days, Freya occasionally came to Victor to chat or play cards. This made the journey somewhat less boring.

Finally, on the seventh day of sailing, Freya stood on the deck and could already see the coastline in the distance.

Uint City.

The transfer point for their journey.

Before the ship had even reached the shore, Euphemia had already gone to the deck and was waiting anxiously. The moment the ship docked, she rushed down immediately.

Then her legs gave out, and she fell straight onto the ground.

However, she did not get up right away. Instead, she spread her arms as if embracing the ground. There even seemed to be a few sparkling tears at the corners of her eyes.

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“Mmph. Long-lost land, I missed you so much...”

“Is it really that dramatic?”

As Freya spoke, she also stepped off the ship.

Her first feeling was that the ground under her feet seemed to be swaying. Walking felt light and unsteady.

Of course, she knew this was all an illusion. In reality, the ground beneath her feet was not swaying. She herself was.

Freya had simply spent too long on the ship and had adapted to that environment. Now that she had suddenly returned to stable ground, her body needed to adjust again.

But this did not take too long. After about ten minutes, Freya had adjusted her condition.

As for Euphemia, although she had climbed up from the ground long ago, after the same amount of adjustment time, she was still swaying left and right while walking, as if she had drunk too much.

Freya was in no hurry to move on. First, she supported Effie to a nearby spot that would not block the road so she could rest.

At the same time, Freya looked at the bustling crowd disembarking from the ship. Then she waved and called in one direction.

“Over here!”

In the crowd, Victor squeezed left and right, struggling his way out before finally reaching the two of them.

“You two left way too fast. I thought I was among the first group off the ship, but you were actually ahead of me.”

“Effie gets seasick,” Freya said. “So we were waiting near the exit very early.”

Victor finally looked at Euphemia, who was still a little dizzy.

“You must be Miss Euphemia, right? Hello, hello!”

While chatting with Victor, Freya had mentioned Euphemia several times.

However, looking at the scene in front of her, Euphemia could not help freezing. She turned to look at Faye, then looked again at the scruffy man with stubble in front of her.

Seeing that the two seemed rather familiar, a sense of crisis rose in her heart.

Wait.

No, seriously, who are you?

Euphemia was shocked. It could not be that during the few days she had been seasick, Faye had been lured away by this suspicious-looking older man, right?

Her eyes narrowed. Like a kitten hissing to protect its food, she stared hard at Victor while asking Freya, “Faye, who is this person?”

Freya tilted her head slightly.

“He’s Victor. I mentioned him to you a few times. Don’t you remember?”

“When was that?” Euphemia asked.

“When we were going to sleep at night.”

Euphemia showed an expression of trying hard to remember and think.

The result was that she could not remember at all.

Over these past few days, her brain had felt as if the left half was filled with flour and the right half was filled with water. Then the ship shook it all together and turned it into paste.

Seeing Effie’s troubled expression, Freya explained again.

“Victor is a practitioner I met while wandering around the ship these past few days. Right now... I suppose he counts as my follower.”

Calling him a “henchman” was definitely not quite accurate. But “follower” really was hard to argue with.

“A practitioner? A follower?”

The more Euphemia listened, the more confused she became.

“What exactly is...?”

Victor took the initiative to say, “Rank Four Fate Path. If you need me to do anything in the future, please feel free to ask. I guarantee I’ll do my best!”

“Rank Four!?”

Euphemia was shocked.

That Rank absolutely counted as a powerful expert. In any city, someone like him could easily serve as captain of an entire Special Affairs team.

And now someone like that had somehow become Faye’s “follower”?

Immediately, Euphemia’s hostility toward Victor deepened.

There was no such thing as free kindness. If someone was acting this eager, they were either a thief or worse.

A Rank Four practitioner lowering his attitude this much definitely had some unspeakable motive.

Euphemia immediately grabbed Freya’s small hand and pulled her a few steps away. After distancing them from Victor, she whispered, “Faye, you have to be careful. That guy is approaching you with no bottom line at all. Maybe he’s after your body. He could be waiting to eat you up and then leave without a trace!”

Freya showed an expression somewhere between laughter and helplessness.

“Effie, what are you thinking? Do you still remember that constant luck on me? This luck was very likely placed on me by a Rank Six, or even Rank Seven, Fate Path powerhouse. Victor’s abilities can’t shake it at all. He’s following me purely to leech off the luck on me and speed up his [Gambler] potion digestion.”

“Ah... ah?”

Euphemia froze again.

How to put it?

Right now, she felt like she had just woken up, only for a pile of explosive information to be thrown in her face all at once. Her brain could not process such dense information for a moment.

Still, from the very beginning, Freya had always found Effie’s easily startled reactions quite cute.

Freya continued, “So besides the countless blessings and countless resentments, I may also need you to help me investigate what this constant luck is about. I’m counting on you, Effie. After all... the person I trust most is you.”

“Uh... mm! Leave it to me!”

Although her brain had not fully caught up yet, Euphemia still agreed very decisively.

When the two returned to Victor’s side, Euphemia had completely changed from her earlier hissing, bristling state.

Now she was like a little cat whose fur had been smoothed down and who had been petted until she felt perfectly comfortable.

The only thing playing on repeat in Effie’s mind now was Freya’s sentence.

After all, the person I trust most is you.

Seeing this, Victor could not help raising an eyebrow. His gaze moved back and forth between Freya and Euphemia.

Then he recalled Euphemia’s bristling reaction when she first saw him.

He immediately understood something and showed an “I see” expression.

“What is the relationship between you two?”

Freya blinked her cute amber eyes and said as if it were only natural, “She’s my best friend. Why?”

But Victor was already in his thirties. After so many years out in society, his eye for people was naturally very sharp.

Oh.

So the actual situation was that one of them was completely unaware, while the other was stuck in one-sided love?

Although he saw through it clearly, Victor had no intention of saying anything.

What if he ruined someone’s good thing?

Besides, that awkward push and pull between two people was also part of youth.

Just like that, Victor temporarily joined Freya and Euphemia’s group.

The three left the pier and headed toward the city center. After replenishing supplies and buying a good amount of dry rations and water, they hired a carriage and officially set off for the neighboring [Fanipaca Empire].

After another full day of travel, near evening, the outline of a small town appeared in front of the three of them.

The Kingdom of Tarapaca and the Fanipaca Empire had, after all, been “twin brothers” long ago. Because of that, they spoke the same language. There might be some difference in accent, but normal communication was definitely no problem.

Victor volunteered to pay the carriage fare. After all, he was spending the four thousand crowns he had won in the casino, so he did not feel any pain over it.

Just like that, the party of four found an inn and stayed there.

Yes, four people.

The carriage driver also stayed. After all, he could not possibly stay up all night and drive back.

Victor booked a room for himself, while Freya and Euphemia stayed in one room together.

In truth, Freya had originally planned for each of them to have their own room. Unfortunately, Euphemia openly acted cute and said things like, “I haven’t completely recovered from the seasickness yet,” “I still feel a little dizzy and awful,” and “I can’t sleep at all without soft, sweet-smelling Faye beside me.”

Since Euphemia had already said all that, what could Freya do?

Besides, she thought that she had already slept with Effie for several days anyway. It did not matter anymore.

So she agreed.

Before resting that night, however, Freya and Euphemia first went to Victor’s room. The three discussed their future plan.

Victor said, “The main focus is finding the [Mind Research Society]. I’ve only heard that this organization is fairly common in the Empire. As for exactly how common, or where they are, I have no idea.”

Freya said, “Since we could already hear about the [Mind Research Society] in the Kingdom of Tarapaca, then for locals, this organization should be common knowledge. Can’t we just go to a large city, find a few people on the street, and ask?”