Mystery: Lucky One

The gray mist dissipated before her eyes. Alice blinked, and her attention was diverted again.

Ah, he was actually discussing with me what human flesh tastes like...

This analysis amazed Alice. She realized that Klein hadn't even considered the issue of auxiliary materials and had fast-forwarded directly to the taste of human flesh.

But I have to say, there is really nothing wrong with his direction...

——If it is confirmed that something does not taste good, then Alice has no interest in trying it.

……

When Klein first saw Alice's question, he was shocked. After trying to persuade Alice in a way he thought was effective, Klein shook his head and hesitated for a moment before asking a question:

"Have you digested the potion?"

Alice's answer to this question is of course - no.

After the gray fog dissipated again, she thought for a while and then came above the gray fog.

Klein hadn't left yet. After allowing Alice to enter, he turned to Alice and asked:
"what happened?"

Alice sat down across from him, leaned in close and asked, "Can scrubbing the toilet really help with acting?"

Klein looked at her expressionlessly.

Such a look made Alice think she had gotten the answer. She stepped back disappointedly and sighed:
"Well, it looks like we can't."

“…No,” Klein denied. “I did get some acting opportunities during my volunteer work. However, if it’s you, I have a better idea.”

Alice looked at him curiously.

Klein recalled what happened to him in the Divination Club. He looked at Alice and said to her after a moment of silence:
"You know, you look like a charlatan in this outfit. As long as..."

"I see!" Alice sat up straight, visibly excited. "I can cover my eyes with another piece of white cloth, and then hang two white sails on a stick. One will have 'Accurate Prediction' written on it, and the other will have 'Waiting for Misfortunes' written on it..."

As she described it, the corresponding image appeared in Klein's mind. He subconsciously continued with the following words:

“And then you’re going to set up a stall under the overpass?”

Alice nodded vigorously.

This plan is not unfeasible, the main reason is that she has a natural advantage in this matter - even if covered with a white cloth, she can understand the surrounding road conditions without worrying about hitting roadblocks or something.

She is no longer the Alice who couldn't walk without his eyes when she first met Klein.

This made Alice feel a little proud and a little sad. She thought of the captain at that time and couldn't help but sigh silently.

Klein's attention was not here. He was thinking about the possible consequences of that. This made his face change slightly. After coming to his senses, he looked at Alice and advised:

“People here can’t read Chinese.”

This does make sense. Alice frowned and thought:

"That's indeed a question... Um, should I write in Loenese? Uh, wait, is there a suitable skybridge in Loen?
“If Rune doesn’t have it, I might have to go to another country… In that case, I’d have to learn the language of that country, right?
"No, forget it. That's too troublesome. I might as well use the language commonly used by Beyonders... like Hermetic and Ancient Hermetic... Ha, how about you help me translate it into Elvish? I remember that The Hanged Man always thought that I had something to do with the Western Continent or the elves?

“However, if that’s the case, ordinary people probably won’t be able to understand it… It’s an incomprehensible language anyway, so why not just use Chinese—oh no, they call this Roselle language.

"Really, Roselle..."

Alice puffed up her lips in anger.

Klein felt inexplicably relieved. Just as he was about to speak, Alice came up with another good idea and said to him happily:
"That's right, why don't I write in pinyin?"

Compared to Fang Zheng's Chinese, Pinyin is obviously more in line with her knowledge and personality. As for cracking...

Rosellewen has not been cracked for so many years!

Klein looked at Alice in surprise. From her expression, he realized that Alice had already made a decision about this matter and was about to implement it.

He instinctively didn't want to just let Alice go like that; that would be too dangerous - for anyone who accidentally met her.

But it was too late to think carefully about what to say to persuade her. In a hurry, Klein only had time to say a weak piece of advice:

"You don't know which overpass is suitable for setting up a stall to tell fortunes..."

"I can tell fortunes," Ellie answered without hesitation.

These words left Klein speechless. He had to admit that this choice was quite consistent with what she was about to do - it was indeed very magical.

Alice took his brief silence as approval, and she immediately left the gray fog. Of course, she was not in a hurry to find a suitable bridge hole. For Alice, the most important thing at this moment was to sleep.

The next day, Alice was not in a hurry to find a suitable bridge arch. She did not forget that there was a moon mass waiting for her to attend at St. Samuel's Church that evening.

However, some preparation could be done, for example, she could find a shop to make a suitable stick with a white sail.

When Alice tried to describe what she needed, she realized one thing - the words on the white sail were actually written with a brush, and in Loen, in this different world, there were no brushes.

Of course, she actually can't write calligraphy.

This realization made Alice a little sad. When the time came, she had to give up the step of imitating the calligraphy and proposed to embroider the words with black thread on the white cloth.

This was the only thing Alice did that day, and then she waited idly until the evening.

Angels have no need to eat. Eating on time is just a ritual for Alice. In order to get a good seat in the church in the evening, Alice gave up dinner that day and sat in the front seat of the church with a cup of sweet iced tea.

Bishop Elektra completed his work seriously and did not even glance at Alice, which did not disappoint Alice much. She sat in her seat and waited patiently for the evening to come.

More and more people came into the church. Alice saw Mr. Dwayne Dantes with Richardson and waved to him without hesitation.

After a brief hesitation, Klein brought Richardson over, sat down next to her, and greeted her with a smile:
"Good evening, Alice."

This greeting was too polite. Alice couldn't help but look at him with strange eyes. Then she remembered that they were strangers who had only met once, so she nodded and said:
"good evening."

Afterwards, they both fell silent. The people who came in one after another didn't exchange many pleasantries. Although Alice could hear the small discussions all the time, it was obvious that not everyone would make as much noise in the church as she did.

They didn't have to wait long before a pastor came over and led the group towards the large prayer hall.

The dim and quiet atmosphere made Alice feel that her heart had suddenly calmed down. The people around her seemed to have noticed this atmosphere as well, and the whispering sounds completely disappeared.

In the quiet environment, Alice heard the neat and ethereal recitation:
"The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,

"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming that they
"Dreaming of parents, wife (husband) and children, this is forever..."

As the holy and rhythmic sounds echoed, the believers in the large prayer hall calmed down involuntarily, as if they had forgotten the troubles in life and no longer worried about the various problems in the real world.

Led by several priests, they each found a seat and sat down. In front of the altar, Bishop Elektra, who was in charge of the high mass, held up "Apocalypse of the Night" and began to give a simple sermon.

Alice impatiently turned her attention away after listening to a few sentences and started listening to the chanting in the background again.

It's a perfect lullaby...

In the silent darkness, Alice closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, it was the priest standing in front of her with water and bread. Alice had opened her eyes before her. She took the water and bread from the priest with a smile, and whispered a word of thanks, without letting anyone know that she was sleeping secretly.

Alice lowered her head and ate her meal in peace. She took a bite of bread with some water and found that the bread didn't taste very good. It was too dry and would probably choke her without water.

...No wonder they need to send out clear water.

Alice looked up again, and just then, candles were lit on the altar. Against the backdrop of the darkness, they were like stars in the night sky, emitting a reassuring light and warmth.

Alice looked down at the bread and water in her hand and gave up clapping.

At this time, Bishop Elektra, along with all the priests and the entire choir, once again chanted in unison:
"We'll look up at the night sky,

"Speak His name tenderly: 'Goddess of the Night!
"There is no other word except 'Goddess of Night',

"May the goddess, between the angels' singing,
"Pick them with sweet silence,
“And held in His gentle right hand.

"'Goddess!' If He hears, He will certainly agree,

"A pure smile will surely be shown to the dead:
"'Come, rest, sleep, my children!'"

So, the goddess ignored me, could it be because I'm not dead...

Alice muttered to herself, and was keenly aware that there seemed to be a faint power spreading out from the singing, covering the souls of the people around her.

what……

Alice turned her head with a little surprise. In the darkness, she opened her spiritual vision and saw that everyone's spirit was stained with sadness, even Klein was no exception.

In the flickering light of the candlesticks, Alice saw them gradually shedding tears. She quietly turned her eyes away, secretly regretting that she didn't have a camera.

...Otherwise, I must take a picture of Klein crying and show it to him later!

Just as she was thinking this, Klein suddenly stood up, and Alice was horrified to find that he was holding a wallet in his hand.

She suddenly realized what Klein was going to do. She looked around and found that in addition to Klein, a few other people had also started to move.

Maybe there are more than just them... Alice realized this as she looked at more people who had not yet recovered from their grief.

So Alice had to wrestle with this crucial question - should she donate money?

In pain, Alice looked at Klein again, ready to see how much money he had donated.

Klein held the wallet in his hand, stood up and walked into the aisle, all the way to the altar. Under Bishop Elektra's kind and compassionate expression, he walked diagonally to the offering box.

He tapped his chest four times clockwise to draw a scarlet moon, then Klein stuffed a handful of bills into the chest. Alice didn't see exactly how much money was in the chest, but she could tell from the thickness and the denomination that flashed by that it was definitely a lot of money.

...How about I donate some too?

Alice hesitated and half stood up. Bishop Elektra, whose eyes were focused on the rich man who had just donated a large sum of money, immediately turned his attention to her.

Alice and the Bishop looked at each other across the crowd and recalled the last time she donated money to the Church of Night.

...Should I go to the Storm Church to grab some points?

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she seriously thought about the possible consequences of her actions.

Alice stopped between the two choices of being struck by the Lord of Storms and being locked up in a small dark room by the goddess, and realized that this might be a full-choice question.

She decisively gave up her plan to donate money, and sat there calmly, watching one person after another stand up to donate money. She was relieved to find that among the people present, there was another person who did not step forward like herself.

——Richardson.

She looked at the valet with deep emotion. The burning gaze caused Richardson to look back in confusion. Alice smiled at him kindly, and under Richardson's even more confused gaze, she quietly poked Klein with her spiritual power.

"Be sure to give your personal valet a raise when you go back!" she reminded him earnestly in the message she sent.

Klein was extremely confused by this request. He did not respond, nor did he even glance at Alice. He concentrated on chatting with Bishop Elektra.

The bishop was very polite to the wealthy man who had just donated a huge sum of money. In a few words, he decided on the schedule for the sermon. Seeing this, Alice shook her head, got up and left.

Of course, she knew that Klein couldn't really go to listen to the bishop's sermon. Their belief in the goddess was equally flexible—so flexible that if the goddess was the Lord of Storms next door, she would have struck them with lightning long ago.

As for Klein's purpose in doing this, Alice knew it very well - he wanted to steal the notebook, which they had discussed before.

As for what the goddess thinks about this matter...

Alice looked back at the Holy Emblem of Night behind her, chuckled, and said to herself:
"Of course I use my eyes... uh, it seems that I can't really say I use my eyes to see... I use my spirituality to see?

"But anyway, there's definitely no problem with peeping!"

Alice nodded confidently and left the church. (End of this chapter)