Mystery: Lucky One

Unable to find Amon, Alice thought for a moment, took out the monocle that Amon gave her and put it on, then transformed her clothes into the clothes in the portrait.

Now she is Amon!

Lying in the coffin in Amun's tomb, with a monocle on her face, who dares to say that she is not?
Alice sat back in the coffin with peace of mind and lay down smoothly. Then, feeling that something was wrong, she sat up from the coffin again.

The coffin hasn't been closed yet!

Alice suddenly had an idea and realized that she was asking the wrong question. She climbed up and hugged the lid of the coffin, and began to figure out how to cover it while lying down.

It was not until Alice completed the task with great difficulty and successfully locked herself in the coffin that she realized what was wrong.

Why did she really lie down here?

Alice looked at the coffin lid above her head and thought for about ten seconds, and found that sleeping in the coffin was a good idea.

Vampires are really smart, how did they figure this out... Oh wait, didn't Mr. Moon say they don't sleep like this...

Alice confessed to the invisible Mr. Moon for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and began to sleep.

The spacious coffin made Alice not feel crowded inside. She could even turn over freely without having to relive the uncomfortable feeling of being unable to turn over.

The coffin lid closed tightly, blocking out the light and sound from the outside world. The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of Alice's own breathing.

It would be nice if the coffin was a little stronger, preferably one that wouldn't break even if the world ended, so I could sleep in it and sleep through the end of the world...

Alice fell into a dream while she was daydreaming.

The dream she had in the past appeared again, and Alice once again dreamed that she was on a ship, looking for a treasure.

The dream came to an end as planned, and Alice once again saw the room full of treasures. The magnificent scene immediately captured Alice's attention.

Alice walked forward and stretched out her hand to scoop up a handful of treasure, whether it was gold coins, gems, or something else.

However, it seemed as if she had no destiny with the treasures in this room. Just as she stretched out her hand and was about to touch the treasures, a dazzling light came on, stimulating her so much that she closed her eyes.

She felt her body falling, and when she regained her sense of reality, Alice knew that she had woken up again.

She raised her right hand to rub her eyes, but touched the familiar monocle. Alice reached out and pulled off the monocle, rubbing her eyes while looking at the person who opened the coffin lid with her sleepy eyes.

"You actually lay down in it..." Amon said to her in an amazed tone, "and even fell asleep."

Alice didn't know how to explain this, so she chose to remain silent. She chose to go see Amon's...companion?
A figure wrapped in a robe and holding a book with an ocean blue cover stood stiffly in place, looking at her and Amon. After Alice sat up, she saw the scar on her right eye at a glance.

Apparently, the corpse sat up from the coffin, and the companions who were traveling with it were still chatting with the corpse. This kind of thing is too exciting for ordinary people.

Sylvia's face turned pale, and her hands tightly clenched the book with an ocean blue cover in her hands. Alice felt that she wanted to run away, just like she did every time they met in the past.

But she got no response, and the book was as quiet as if it were dead.

After Amon finished speaking to Alice with a voice that sounded like exclamation and emotion, he turned his head and said to Sylvia with a joking smile:
"Welcome to my mausoleum."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Sylvia fell to the ground in horror, and the book with an ocean blue cover slipped from her hands.

Alice's eyes glanced at the book without any surprise, or rather, ever since she met Sylvia, her peripheral vision had occasionally glanced at the book, which was the result of her trying her best to restrain herself. Alice knew that such a reaction would definitely not be hidden from Amon, so she turned her head and said to Amon:
"I want that book."

These words awakened Sylvia. She ignored the pressure from an angel king and an angel, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"It's you!
"'Cassandra' is not responding to me because of you!"

She shouted this sentence, and her purpose did not seem to be to question Alice. After staring at her for a few seconds, Alice realized that her purpose was actually to make herself believe it.

She seemed unable to accept the fact that she was abandoned by "Cassandra".

But Alice didn't care about Sylvia's mental health. In her eyes, Sylvia was almost dead. She just glanced at Sylvia lightly and looked at Amon again.

"I want that book," she emphasized again.

“Okay,” Amon answered this time without Sylvia taking the lead. He agreed in detail without any hesitation. “My dear friend, little Alice has tasted the ‘Worm of Time’.”

...?
After her thoughts froze for a moment and started working again, Alice realized that Amon was learning the titles she had used in a letter.

Learn from others... no, clone sheep!

Alice gritted her teeth and smiled at Amon affectionately:

"Thank you, Dolly."

"......?" Amon reached out and pushed his monocle.

Alice had no intention of explaining the issue of cloning Dolly the sheep to Amon. She turned over and climbed down from the coffin, then jumped off the platform. The first thing she did was to reach for the book with the ocean blue cover.

Her fingertips touched the book, and the cover of the book was as smooth as Alice had guessed, and it slipped from her hands.

Alice looked at the book disappearing in astonishment. She turned her head and Amon spread his hands and smiled:
"I didn't take it."

"You just helped it escape!" Alice glared at Amon.

"Who said that?" Amon denied. "I'm just adding a little fun to your life. Don't you think it's boring to wake up and realize your wish like this?"

Before Alice could refute, Amon disappeared from the spot, and then Sylvia's voice rang out:

"What doesn't belong to you will never belong to you. You can't catch 'Cassandra'!"

Alice frowned all of a sudden, lowered her head with a look of pity and mockery, looked down at Sylvia and smiled:

"That's not necessarily true... Besides, have you ever thought that Cassandra might not respond to you just because you are useless and therefore abandoned?

"Anyway, if I were the 'prophet', I would definitely not choose someone as useless as you as the protagonist.

“You’re already stuck at Sequence 7… Can’t you even solve such an obvious puzzle?”

"Puzzle?" Sylvia repeated subconsciously.

"The stolen 'Thief' potion, the cheated 'Swindler' potion," Alice said with a slightly raised tone, "Of course the 'Cryptologist' must decrypt it!" (End of this chapter)