Mystery: Lucky One

Soon after returning to the real world, Alice got a copy of what happened when Mr. Fool summoned the messenger.

Klein tried several descriptions. For example, in the first one, he probably wanted to deliver the letter faster, so he summoned an "incredibly fast person."

According to Crane, he didn't even get a clear look at what the first messenger looked like.

Not only is it beyond imagination, it’s also beyond vision.

The second summoning phrase was "a weak entity that is easily ignored." Klein told Alice that this summoning phrase was useless because he did not summon anything.

Alice put her hand on her chin thoughtfully. After a moment's silence, she asked, "Adam, can you be my messenger?"

No one answered her.

Alice shook her head regretfully and gave up this bold idea, but another bold idea popped up in her mind.

In fact, the secret sense of existence is also...

Alice swallowed and put this bold idea back.

Too bold.

The third summoning phrase was "Extreme Being with Extreme Survival Ability", and the result was a safe made of bones. The disadvantage was that it was too slow, and it only moved one centimeter in ten minutes...

Alice shook her head and began to watch Klein's fourth attempt.

"A unique existence that is willing to be my messenger..." Alice murmured and repeated the summoning words that were finally adopted by Klein.

The advantages and disadvantages of this summoning word are obviously very obvious. The advantage is that the selection range is larger and wider, and the disadvantage is that it depends a lot on luck. For example, Klein summoned an angel.

If Renette Tinicole had malicious intentions at the time, Klein would obviously be unable to do anything. With just one encounter, Renette would be able to kill him.

Alice took a look at the contract book she had already found, thought about it, and decided to use this summoning word.

After all, this summoning word really depends on luck, and Alice actually wants to see what kind of messenger her luck will bring her.

After preparing the herbs and essential oils and lighting the candles, Alice took a step back and recited the spell provided by Klein in ancient Hermetic language:
"I!

"I call in my name:
“A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, a unique existence willing to be my messenger.”

call!
Inside the spiritual wall, a sudden and violent wind sounded, and Alice's hood naturally slipped off in the wind, revealing her golden hair that was originally covered.

The candle flame flickered and expanded to the size of a human head. The pale color had a cold feeling, making Alice unsure whether it was hot or cold.

A translucent head slowly emerged as if breaking through a thin film. It had smooth light blonde hair, blood-red eyes, and a bright and majestic appearance.

Alice recognized this face. It was Renette Tinicole, Klein's messenger.

...?
Alice stood there in surprise, watching Him pass through the flames and come into the real world. She blinked blankly and suddenly remembered what Klein had mentioned about Him providing a gold coin every time He delivered a letter.

Is He short of money?

Alice blinked, and instantly imagined the image of an angel who had to work as a messenger for money. She looked at Renette Tinicole with sympathy and pity.

After all, she was short of money too.

Alice remembered that Renette Tinicole had proposed to become her messenger before. She remembered that she had doubted Renette's intentions at that time, and immediately apologized to Him sincerely:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so short of money. I didn't mean to doubt you."

After a pause, she recalled how she had asked Renette Tinicole why there was no head on her neck, which had made her angry and she left.

...Could it be that He is saving money to treat his neck?
Then I was really going too far... How could I poke someone's wound like this!

Alice felt even more guilty. Since she had already apologized, she simply added a second sentence:
“I’m really sorry that I mocked you for not having a head on your neck… I really went too far!

"Although, although I didn't mean any harm at that time, I'm very sorry anyway..."

Renette Tinicole stood there, holding four heads in her hands, all with the same bewildered look on their faces.

Alice took His silence as a sign that He was still angry. She gritted her teeth and sincerely apologized again:
“I’m so sorry!
"I, I shouldn't have been so sarcastic. I didn't know you were trying so hard to treat the wound on your neck... Oh, by the way, have you found a suitable doctor?

"No, you must have found it. If you hadn't, you wouldn't be busy saving money... Um, is the doctor's price very high? Is there any room for negotiation?"

"..." Renette Tinicole still didn't seem to understand what she said.

But if the silence continued, it seemed that the topic would go off in an unknown direction. Finally, the four heads in Reinette's hands spoke one after another:

"You..." "What on earth..." "What are you..." "Say..." "What?"

Alas, He probably doesn't want to admit it because of his pride... Alice generously decided to forgive Reinette, and she sincerely advised:

"Don't worry that I will look down on you because of this. I don't have much money, it doesn't matter!"

After thinking for several seconds, Reinette tried to continue the sentence:

“I…” “Okay…” “Don’t…” “Money.”

"How can that be possible!" Alice said quickly, "You are so poor that you have to work as a messenger. How can I do this to you?"

She paused, then added:
“Even if I ask the recipient to pay me like Klein does, I won’t skimp on your errand fee!”

This time, the messenger seemed to have finally grasped the key point in Alice's words. She asked doubtfully:

"You..." "Why..." "Would you..." "Think..." "I..." "Short of money?"

"It's okay, I know everything," Alice looked at Reinette with eyes full of understanding and tolerance, "You don't have to hide it from me. It's not shameful to work and earn money to treat your injuries. However, for an angel like you, only one gold coin for delivering letters, isn't that a little too little?"

Renette Tinicole finally understood Alice's idea. Although she didn't understand how this idea came about, it was obvious that her top priority was to explain it clearly.

His eight red eyes stared at Alice without blinking, making her scalp numb. She couldn't help but ask:
"Why, what happened?
"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Renette Tinicole did not answer this question. She stared at Alice for a few seconds, then dived into the fire she came from, leaving Alice alone.

...In the well-lit study at 160 Böklund Street.

There are rows of bookshelves here and a large collection of books. At first glance, it feels like you have entered a private library.

Crane was sitting in a high-backed chair, reading the letter Sharon had sent him.

This was actually a letter sent to him this morning. Unfortunately, he had been overwhelmed with numerous classes recently, and only now, when his "nap" was over and his teachers were enjoying their afternoon tea, did he have time to check the letter.

“Ah…” Thinking of the philosophy class he was going to take soon, Klein couldn’t help but sigh heavily.

He fiddled with the letter and was about to turn his attention back when the atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold. She looked up as if she had sensed something and saw Renette Tinicole, with four blonde and red-eyed heads, appear in the study.

He looked at Renette Tinicole blankly. He thought someone had a letter for him, but when he looked carefully, he found that none of the four heads had a mouth holding an envelope or anything else.

Under Klein's confused gaze, the four heads spoke one after another:

“You…” “are…” “how…” “with…” “your…” “daughter…” “introduced…” “me…” “?”

My daughter? Who?
Klein was stunned for a moment. He stood there thinking for a moment and asked tentatively:

"Alice?"

Renette Tinicole replied:

“Yes…” “That’s it…” “She…” “You…” “Are…” “How…” “And…” “She…” “Introduced…” “Me…” “?”

Klein was extremely confused. He realized that Alice might have done something wrong behind his back again, so he first distanced himself from the matter and said:
"She's not my daughter!"

After a pause, he answered Reinette's question while recalling:

"You are my messenger. You need to provide a gold coin for each letter you deliver... Is there any problem?"

Renette Tinicole calmly began to recount what she had just experienced:

“She…” “Thought…” “I…” “When…” “The messenger…” “It was…” “In order to…” “To earn…” “Medical expenses.”

“Huh?” Klein sat up straight with a blank look in his eyes. “Wait, what’s going on?”

From Klein's reaction, Renette Tinicole realized that it was not her problem that she could not understand Alice's words. She became much calmer and continued to explain:
“She…” “thought…” “I…” “was…” “give…” “many…” “people…” “when…” “messenger…” “through…” “this…” “way…” “earn…” “medical expenses…” “treatment…” “I…” “neck…” “on…” “the…” “incision.”

The four heads relayed this long string of content. Klein listened in confusion, but he finally understood what was going on.

Actually, it does make sense... Klein glanced at Renette Tinicole, but he didn't dare to say this out loud. Instead, he cooperated and asked with a shocked expression:

"Why would she think that?"

Renette Tinicole responded:

“I…” “No…” “I know…” “You…” “Really…” “Should…” “Take the time…” “Well…” “Teach…” “You…” “Daughter.”

Klein paused and emphasized again:
"She's not my daughter!"

Renette Tinicole seemed not to have heard the last sentence, or rather, it seemed that she had come to complain. After telling about her experience, she disappeared into the air again.

Klein was the only one left in the study again. He pinched his brows with a headache, thought for a moment, and continued reading Sharon's letter.

……

After seeing Renette Tinicole voluntarily return to the flames, Alice realized that the summoning had been interrupted. This was easy to understand, after all, her summoned creature ran back to the spirit world on its own.

“So this is actually possible…” Alice blinked in surprise, glanced at the burning candle, and began to wonder, “Did my words just now hurt His self-esteem… Well, never mind, let Klein apologize for me when he has time!”

Alice nodded, happily making her decision, and prepared to start the second summoning.

She exhaled, thought for a moment, closed her eyes and began to do what people used to like to do before drawing cards when playing the card drawing game.

I am willing to exchange Amon not getting Sefirah Castle and becoming a god for a suitable messenger for my next summon...

Alice finished the prayer devoutly, then opened her eyes and chanted the spell a second time in ancient Hermetic language:
"I!

"I call in my name:
“A spirit wandering in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, a unique existence willing to be my messenger.”

rustle!

Different from the strong wind just now, a gentle breeze blew inside the spiritual wall. The temperature seemed to become a little cooler, but not uncomfortable.

Alice blinked blankly, and the flame of the candle glowed with colorful light as she looked at it.

The flame expanded and spread a pair of wings. In the center of the flame, the shape of the bird's head and beak gradually became clear.

Alice realized that it must be a bird. She stared at the flames curiously, watching a colorful bird break free from the flames and appear in front of her.

That's a crow.

A colorful crow.

The colors should be made up of those feathers. Alice saw that the bird's feathers were a gradient of seven colors, as if it had a rainbow draped over its body, beautiful and dreamy.

If you don't consider that it really looks like a crow.

The colorful crow circled in the air and finally landed in front of her. It opened its mouth and Alice heard a pleasant voice that was completely different from that of other crows.

The voice seemed to bring a pleasant atmosphere just like the gentle breeze and cool air around. Alice wanted to laugh just by listening to it, as long as she ignored the content of the words.

Yes, ignore the content of the words.

The crow, which seemed to be covered with a rainbow, landed in front of her and sang a sentence in Chinese with a melodious voice that left her bewildered:

"You're going to die!"

Judging from the tone, this crow sounds happy - of course, we cannot ignore the possibility that it only has this one accent. (End of this chapter)