Mystery: Lucky One

Alice stood there and looked at the crow. It seemed to be confused as to why she didn't respond. After circling once, it came closer and said:
"Hello?"

This time, it was Loen who spoke.

"...Hello?" Alice responded tentatively, trying to analyze the possible identity of the bird in front of her.

The person Alice most deeply associated with crows was actually Amon, especially since Alice remembered that she had actually mentioned the colorful crows to Amon.

But what would Amon really do?
Alice examined the bird before her, and thought she would first try to ascertain something which puzzled her:

"What did you just say...what do you mean?"

The colorful crow gave the answer in the air: "That sentence is used to say hello, which probably means 'hello'?"

"?" Alice began to look at the crow with a puzzled look.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Alice's mind. After all, this was a Chinese sentence, and it was probably taught by someone, so...

Who on earth would tell someone this phrase is used to greet someone?!
Of course, Alice actually has an answer to this question in her mind. It reminds her of the half-blind Taoist priests in some works. They often like to greet people with similar words.

Something like "I see your forehead is black, there will be a bloody disaster today"...

However, the person who taught it this might just have thought it was fun... or that person himself might not know what this sentence meant.

Alice exhaled, looked at the crow in front of her and asked:
"Who gave this to you?"

There was no expression on the crow's face. Even if she could, Alice couldn't tell what its emotions were. She could only hear the crow's voice:

"My previous contract partner... Oh, by the way, you're looking for a messenger, right?"

Alice nodded hesitantly, realizing that she should probably get the topic back on track. After a moment's hesitation, she asked ceremoniously:

"Will you be my messenger?"

Her request was granted as a matter of course. Theoretically, the next step should be to sign the contract, but before signing the contract, Alice still had a question.

As she unfolded the contract, she asked casually:
"Why do you want to be my messenger?"

So, she got the answer she liked and hated the most: "I don't know... I just suddenly wanted to come and take a look."

Alice remained silent about this answer. She wrote the contract without saying a word, signed her name, and motioned for the crow to sign its name as well.

Then the colorful crow finally fell from the sky and left a claw mark on the contract.

Alice stared at the claw mark and blinked. Suddenly she realized something and turned around to ask:
"Are you literate?"

"Of course not." The little crow answered as a matter of course.

It was an answer that was both reasonable and unexpected, but regardless, Alice had already sensed the connection of the contract. There was plenty of time to explore the secrets behind the little crow, but perhaps the most urgent matter was something else.

Alice looked at the claw mark and asked thoughtfully, "What should I call you then?"

In the end, Alice got the answer that was both reasonable and unreasonable in the future - "Ga Ga".

Yes, that is exactly the sound of a crow.

After bidding farewell to her newly minted messenger, Alice put away the contract, thought for a moment, and decided to try divination without any hope.

She wanted to divine the reason why "Ga Ga" came to her.

The grayish-white dream enveloped her, and the heavy, sticky black spread like ink, plunging the entire dream into a deep black.

Next, a dazzling spot of light lit up in the center of the picture, igniting the entire darkness and driving Alice out of her dream.

"...What do you mean?" Alice blinked blankly. When she closed her eyes, she seemed to still be able to see the dazzling light.

Luckily it was just a dream... If it was real, then I wouldn't be blind, right...?
Alice shook her head to drive away the strange worries from her mind, and decided to try other divination sentences, such as who taught "Ga Ga" that sentence, and why that person taught "Ga Ga" that sentence.

After having two more identical dreams, Alice gave up divination - she always felt that she was going blind.

Changing the mood is necessary at this moment. Alice appeared near Mr. Fool uninvited. She did not forget to hide her presence and observe whether there is anyone around. The good news is that this is useful.

——Dear Mr. Fool is taking a philosophy class.

This is what Alice determined after listening to a few words of "metaphysics". She approached Klein and was horrified to find that Klein was actually taking notes, not daydreaming or doing something else.

...?
After a little thought, Alice found the answer from the philosophy teacher's unobstructed field of vision - after all, when the teacher's sight was only on her, Alice would not do anything tricky.

How pitiful... Alice shook her head without any sympathy, and gloated over the misfortune and left Klein with an "oracle":
"Metaphysics, you can't drop out of school."

"!" Upon hearing this, Klein raised his head abruptly. The amplitude of the movement was so large that his philosophy teacher Hamid looked at him in confusion.

"Mr. Dantes?" Hamid asked doubtfully.

Klein didn't say anything. He looked around and said, "Sorry, let's continue."

Hamid nodded and continued his lecture.

After thinking for a moment, Alice focused her attention on Klein's notes and tried to browse the text.

Alice closed her eyes dizzily after reading just two lines, took a few steps back, and tried to listen to Hamid's story again.

She was so impressed by Hamid's knowledge that she fell asleep while standing.

After the chattering sound died down, Alice opened her eyes with full energy and saw Dwayne Dantès, who seemed to have not slept for three days and three nights, bidding farewell to his philosophy teacher.

She followed him out, and after her valet Richardson caught up, Alice stood side by side with Richardson in a ceremonial manner, even though no one saw her.

She followed Klein up the stairs to the third floor. On the way, she saw the servants and maids stop to greet each other and then go back to their own work. Everything seemed to be in order.

In the corridor on the third floor, Alice saw a man wearing white gloves hanging a double-barreled shotgun on the wall, then he took out a gold-shell watch from his pocket and checked the time.

Then, she heard Klein cough lightly for no apparent reason. She looked over in confusion. The gentleman wearing white gloves, who seemed to be the butler, had put away his pocket watch and saluted sideways, saying:
"The gentleman obtained a total of six 'hunting licenses' and bought six double-barreled shotguns and corresponding shotgun shells." Huh?
Alice looked at the shotguns with burning eyes, and asked Klein:

"Are you going to hold a hunt?"

She certainly had no shortage of ways to get guns, and weapons of mass destruction were not hard to come by, but hunting was more like a game, though it was usually reserved for the nobility.

Klein paused suspiciously. He didn't respond to the topic. In fact, he couldn't respond. He just smiled and asked:

"When I was looking at the information about the 'Association for Helping Domestic Servants', I noticed that you, Walter, seemed to already have a wife and children?"

Walter responded seriously:
"Yes, when I was working as a servant in Viscount Conrad's manor, I had frequent contact with a lady due to certain matters and developed feelings for her. Then, under the gaze of the goddess, we entered the palace of marriage and had a daughter. She is now studying in a grammar school and hopes to pass the entrance examination of Backlund University, but this is something that I will not consider until two years later."

When talking about his wife and daughter, the serious butler's tone unconsciously became soothing.

Klein smiled and said:

“Speaking of which, I have a friend whose child is also in Backlund and is about the same age as your daughter.

"However, she hates going to school. Before I came to Backlund, my friends asked me to take care of her and persuade her. If possible, it would be best to let her go to school."

Alice Friend's Child Kingsley swallowed nervously.

"Oh!" Walter was totally surprised, "Not liking to study... It's normal for a child of this age to like to play a little?"

“Maybe,” Klein nodded. “However, this is a request from a friend after all. I still want to help if possible.”

Walter nodded and asked thoughtfully:

"In that case, you are holding a banquet in a few days. Do you need to send an invitation to that lady?"

"I'm thinking about this," Klein said with a smile. "Come to think of it, Ms. Tanya seems to be still single?"

"Yes." Walter's expression returned to seriousness. "In modern society, male servants and female servants are still not equal. This is not about salary. Female housekeepers are on the same level as male butlers and housekeeper assistants, and all have an annual salary of 25 to 50 pounds. It is a deeper concept and idea, which is what the church is committed to changing, but it is full of obstacles. After all, the goddess is not the only belief of Rune."

He paused and added:

"Male servants can get married, but if a maid has a family, it means she will be unemployed or become a low-level, temporary maid who does not need to live in the employer's home. This can only be reversed when she becomes a housekeeper, but this is not something that a young and inexperienced lady can do."

Klein did not continue the topic. He nodded slightly and walked towards the armchair.

At this moment, his eyes swept over the newspapers piled on the coffee table next to him.

With a thought in his mind, Klein stopped, turned sideways, and said to the butler:
"I saw an advertisement in the newspaper regarding the transfer of shares of Backlund Bicycle Company. You can consult with a professional lawyer and accountant to find out the details.

"Haha, I'm very interested in this industry. If the price is right, I'd consider buying it."

Alice then realized that Klein had sold his shares in the bicycle company. Without a doubt, holding the shares and waiting for dividends was a "job" that met her requirements. She immediately had an idea and shouted to Klein:
“I want this share!”

Klein paused again.

Walter did not notice this scene, and he agreed to this request:

"Yes, sir."

Klein then walked away and returned to the room. Alice followed him in. After the door was closed, she showed up and asked Klein with caution:
"You're not still thinking about sending me to school, are you?"

Klein took out a book and held it in his hand, sighing:
"If you don't want to go, I can't really tie you up, right? I can't do such a thing."

That makes sense…Alice nodded, feeling relieved.

Alice no longer worried about going to school. She waved at Klein and asked confidently:
"I want your shares in the bicycle company!"

Klein paused for a moment and had to remind her, "Alice, I want to sell this share to raise funds..."

Alice asked suspiciously, "What do you need so much money for?"

Klein had to remind him again: "I am a rich man now."

"Oh, a rich man..." Alice nodded thoughtfully.

She actually didn't understand what Klein was trying to say, but it was reasonable for a wealthy man to need a lot of money. Alice didn't question it. She asked sincerely:

"Can I trade the extraordinary properties of 'Puppet' for it?"

“…Alright,” Klein said, not too surprised by her answer. “But I’ll keep it with you first while Sharon raises the money.”

Alice was happy, and just as she was about to do something to celebrate, there was a knock on the door.

Klein looked at Alice. Alice had already disappeared from the spot tactfully. So he felt relieved and cleared his throat.
"come in."

So Richardson, the personal butler, pushed the door open and said to Dwayne Dantes, who was leisurely reading a book:

"Sir, Mr. Morley Macht and his wife, Ms. Liana, and Mr. Elektra, the bishop of St. Samuel's Church, are here to visit."

As he spoke, he looked up at Dwayne Dantes, as if he was a little confused about the open book in Dwayne Dantes's hand, but he said nothing.

Morrie Macht? The member of the House of Commons? And why is the bishop of St. Samuel Church here too... Klein thought for a moment and asked with a smile:

“Is there such etiquette?”

As he asked this, he followed Richardson's gaze to the book in his hand, wanting to see if he had picked up any inappropriate books.

Is there such a book in my room?

A doubt flashed through Klein's mind, and when he saw the book, his doubts were finally answered.

——It’s not that the content of the book is inappropriate, but that he held the book upside down. (End of this chapter)