Mystery: Lucky One

Alice finally decided not to go directly to Oravi to look for it. That night, she appeared in Klein's bedroom with the painting of the church and asked Klein, who had stayed in Oravi for a while:
"Have you ever seen such a church in Oravi?"

Dwayne Dantes, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, was startled, but he was too weak to remind Alice of the gender difference between them, after all, Alice had given the black cat a bath not long ago.

Klein was very sure that Alice didn't care about this at all. He simply ignored the strange feeling in his heart and told himself that this was a child. Although she looked like a girl, her mental age was probably only in the single digits. There was no need for him to care about such things with a child of this age.

After giving himself psychological counseling, Klein lowered his head and picked up the painting to examine it carefully. Of course, he had never seen it before. However, Alice always liked to cut corners when she talked about things, and she herself didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Klein thought that there might be information in the painting that Alice didn't mention.

He quickly found what he needed in the painting. The holy emblem of the Lord of Storms was so conspicuous. Klein shook his head and pointed at the holy emblem and asked Alice:

"Is this the church of the Storm Church?"

"Ah..." Alice sat down beside the bed while Klein was observing the painting. "That should be it?"

Klein put his hand on his forehead. He glanced at Alice and gave up the idea of ​​asking her to finish her words. He said,
"Although I have never seen the church and bell tower you drew, if you limit it to the church of the Church of Storms on Oravi Island, I roughly know which one it is."

Alice looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Klein did not disappoint her and gave her the answer:
"St. Draco Church... Oh, and the sunset at Mount St. Draco outside the port of Oravi is very beautiful. You can go and have a look."

"?" Alice looked at Klein, her eyes gradually becoming confused.

“You don’t have anything to do anyway, right?” Klein spread his hands.

That's right. Alice nodded and made a note of it. Then she asked curiously:

"How did you know this? From a travel magazine?"

"Of course not!" Klein explained. "I saw it in a best-selling novel. The author of that book is Leon Mustang. He was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he turned 20. In the book, he described the sunset at Mount Saint Draco in the port with great emotion, and thought it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen."

Alice was rarely melancholy for a moment. She suddenly remembered what she had said to Bernadette when she introduced the meaning of the word "hometown". She pursed her lips and asked:
"Have you been there?"

“I’ve seen it,” Klein nodded. “That’s why I told you… Yeah, it’s really beautiful.”

Alice looked at him, her eyes drifting into the distance, and whispered:

"That's good. It seems that he doesn't think the sunset in Olawe is beautiful just because he can no longer see it."

Klein opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Alice once again used her words to silence everyone, but this time the silence was different from before. The atmosphere around them seemed to be shrouded in a layer of oppressive gray. The hazy gray color gradually permeated and finally solidified between the two of them, holding their breath.

Klein wanted to say something to break this uncomfortable feeling. For the first time, he envied Alice's ability to make a joke in any situation. He prayed fervently in his heart that Alice would say something to break this scene.

Alice also rarely spoke. She sat quietly in her original position, maintaining the same expression as before, as if she was daydreaming.

This made Klein feel even more depressed. He raced his brain, trying to think of something to say. As he was thinking hard, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out:
"Hahaha, hahaha, no, hahaha!"

Klein looked over in the direction of the laughter and found Alice was staggering with laughter, almost falling down. He couldn't describe his emotions, but the stagnant feeling just now was definitely swept away. So he asked Alice:

"Why don't you just lie down and laugh?"

Alice took some time to stop laughing, then explained seriously:
"Because your legs...will hurt if you lie down."

She is quite picky... But she really didn't think about it in other ways... Oh, forget it, there is really no need for a child to care about this...

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and then he asked, "Then why did you suddenly laugh?"

"Well," Alice tilted her head, "Don't you think it's funny when we both look so serious?"

Is it funny? Klein didn't know, but he felt that based on this reason, he should lose his temper with Alice, so he said to Alice in a very calm tone:

"roll."

Alice blinked, then looked down at her eyes and said thoughtfully:
"In fact, if I can show you my mythical creature form, I think I can really get out of here...

"After all, I just need to hold the tail in my mouth and it will become a ring."

Klein looked at Alice expressionlessly, and said to her in a tone that was more sincere than before:
"roll."

This time, Alice felt the anger and she rolled away obediently.

Klein was not surprised that Alice disappeared from the spot. He just felt suffocated as if he had no breath to breathe, so he got out of bed, opened the curtains, and decided to get some fresh air.

The crimson moonlight entered the room, and as expected, Klein saw a figure running out of Senator Macht's house. He was not unfamiliar with that figure, as he had seen it many times in the past few days - it was Hazel.

Seeing Hazel crawling into the sewer again, Klein inexplicably thought of Alice and couldn't help but mutter:

"If Congressman Macht knew that his daughter sneaked out of the house every night and crawled through the sewers, he would be furious... just like I am every time I know Alice gets into trouble."

……

Alice had no interest in rushing to Oravi overnight. She had a good sleep, and reluctantly stayed in bed at daybreak. At ten o'clock in the morning, she enjoyed a sumptuous meal that she was not sure whether to call it breakfast or dinner, and then appeared in Oravi.

She certainly had no interest in slowly buying a ticket and taking a boat ride there, but in order to find St. Draco's Church, Alice finally chose to take a carriage.

The stable stopped on the street in front of the church. Alice got off the carriage and raised her head slightly to see the magnificent bell tower. It was indeed the bell she saw in her dream. Alice felt relieved and walked towards the back of the church again, recalling the scene in her dream.

She finally got stuck in front of a street because she couldn't remember which house it was on the street, and the house itself didn't have any special features. Most importantly, she didn't see the house number.

This was really bad news. Of course, Alice knew that she had a way. She could recall the dream and count the number of the house on the street.

This was not difficult, but after thinking for a moment, Alice chose a more straightforward method. She walked to the first house on the street, knocked on the door twice, and then felt it quietly.

The spirit was so quiet without any discrimination that Alice realized this was not the house she was looking for. She turned around and prepared to leave when someone opened the door.

A middle-aged woman dressed like a local opened the door. She looked around in confusion and asked Alice, who seemed to be turning away:
"Did you knock on the door?"

"No," Alice replied calmly.

So the woman looked around again and muttered, "Who is it? I knocked on the door but he didn't come out... Hey, did you see who knocked on the door?"

"I don't know," Alice spread her hands. "I didn't see anything. No one knocked on the door."

Her expression was so confident that the middle-aged woman guarding the door couldn't help but doubt her ears. She closed the door while talking to herself. Alice exhaled, turned and walked towards the second door.

"Maybe I should go and do some divination and count..." Alice muttered to herself and knocked on the door.

The spirit still did not give any feedback. The good news was that no one suddenly opened the door and asked who was knocking. Alice walked towards the third door with confidence.

She knocked on twelve doors. Some of the houses were occupied, some were empty, some contained people who were as easy to fool as the first one, and some contained people who refused to believe her and kept scolding her and telling her to get away. Ellie unceremoniously gave this person a bad luck and then left.

When she stood in front of the thirteenth door, Alice raised her hand and tried to knock on the door as before, but a voice rang out from inside:
"come in."

Alice immediately withdrew her hand, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the house with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

The voice in Alice's soul told her that this was the place she was looking for, but the ominous number 13 made Alice instantly alert. Coupled with the obviously wrong start, Alice stood at the door and observed carefully.

The people inside seemed to have anticipated this step. Alice felt something fleeting covering her for a moment. Someone took that opportunity to look at her. Then, the voice sounded for the second time:

"Come in, little girl with destiny."

Alice frowned slightly. The feeling of enveloping her made her feel somewhat familiar. It seemed to be from the same source as her own power - oh, yes, Alice felt that it was the power of the realm of destiny.

Beyonder? Perhaps from the same path?
Alice suddenly remembered the feather pen and the eye behind Chanis's door. The two sealed objects left a deep impression on her. There was also a "Cassandra" left outside. Is this... the fourth "prophet"?
Alice frowned slightly, and as her spiritual sense expanded, she caught a glimpse of an old man without a single wrinkle on his face - this statement sounded a little strange, mainly because the man inside had a head full of white hair, like snow.

The white-haired old man was looking in a certain direction with a smile. His smile could be described as kind and friendly. Alice guessed that he was looking in the direction of the door, which was the same as her direction.

Alice judged that this was not a "prophet". If he really took the path of "destiny", he should be a "chaos walker". This made Alice feel even worse, because it meant that fate temporarily changed its strategy and was not so anxious to urge her to take the "prophet" potion. It was willing to wait for her to become a "chaos walker" first.

Is this good news? Alice didn't know, but she didn't think so. She hadn't forgotten that she was brought here by her own divination, and she had only wanted to find a bridge hole suitable for setting up a stall.

"Aren't you coming in yet?" the person inside asked again.

Alice knew she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached out and pushed the door, and sure enough, it was not locked, so she pushed it open smoothly.

Alice closed the door and walked through the entrance hall. The white-haired old man was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. Alice saw a cup of black tea in front of him and a bowl of hot milk opposite him.

Alice became more and more confused. She had just classified this old man as a person with extraordinary characteristics who was sent up here. However, Charlie King's performance made Alice feel that this might be the performance that a person with extraordinary characteristics who was sent up here should have.

She looked at the old man hesitantly, then walked to the sofa opposite, sat down, picked up the milk and took a sip.

“It tastes good,” she commented.

"There's more here that you like," the old man said with a smile, "If you become my student, you should be able to drink it often."

Students...? Alice was quick to sense that something was wrong. She frowned, put down the milk, and asked the old man in front of her:
"I have a question.

"Can you tell me what fate told you?"

The old man showed no strange expression to Alice's question. He replied with a smile:
"Fate tells me that today, around this time, a student destined to be my successor will come to visit me."

As he spoke, the old man's eyes fell on Alice. Alice knew that he was referring to her, and the student was obviously referring to her - her confidence came from the phrase "inheriting the mantle".

How can inheriting extraordinary characteristics not be a form of inheriting a mantle?

Alice couldn't describe her feelings. She put down the milk in her hand, frowned and asked the old man:
"You're a 'chaos walker', right?"

"You even know this?" The old man looked at Alice in surprise. "Yes, I am indeed a 'Chaos Walker'. I am also the Fate Councillor of the 'School of Life'. My name is Richoed."

Life School… Alice’s mood became even more complicated. She felt that this was most likely Will Auceptin’s subordinate, but this was not what she was concerned about at the moment. She sighed and smiled bitterly:

"Ha, fate even paid attention to my mental health."

"What?" asked Richoide in confusion.

Alice leaned back on the sofa. She had calmed down now. She looked at Richoide and smiled, lowering her eyes:

"You know what? A long time ago, I was also a member of the 'Life School'." (End of this chapter)