Chapter 170: A Peaceful Day
I sat down and read the history book with the silly name. Surprisingly, it had a detailed explanation of everything. I was used to the author's life story filling a quarter to half of the book, but it seemed luck had finally shifted to my side.
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After finishing the book, I returned it to the stammering receptionist, and she said a brief—thank you—that if I weren't a cultivator, I wouldn't have been able to hear it.
She was clearly unsuitable for a customer service job, but knowing how everything here was decided by a roll of the dice, I wasn't surprised they had hired her.
As I stepped outside the library, the setting sun peeked over the towering golden walls in the distance. Sunlight reflected off the gold and gems embedded in the roofs of buildings, painting the white-stoned road a crimson red as if a giant's body had been dragged through the streets.
I walked through the crimson streets, with my mind adrift on what to do next. One thing was certain: I didn't have the luck to roll the dice again to enter tomorrow. Not only might I fail, but there was always that five percent chance of rolling a one. So, I wasn't planning to leave the city today.
However, I did need to send a letter to Song Song. Without me, she might not try too hard to hold back her worst vices. The last thing we needed was for someone to turn out dead.
As I wandered, searching for something interesting to do with my evening and perhaps finding an inn, my gaze landed on a plain-faced woman buying food. She was trying to choose between two pieces of meat—a cow thigh and some kind of rib. She looked indecisive, but in the end, she sighed, took out a gray twenty-sided die, and threw it on the floor.
It landed on a thirteen, and her eyes lit up.