Mystery: Lucky One

Klein didn't respond.

Even though he knew about this, and even though he was the one who did it, the Fool obviously shouldn't have any reaction to it - unless he intended to admit that it was his own Follower who did it.

But this was impossible, so the Fool did not react at all. Instead, Alice slammed the table and glared at the others who looked at her and then looked away, saying:
"What do you mean? It's like I did this! Do I look like that kind of person?"

Miss Destiny, you are not like her, you are her... "Justice" Audrey retracted her gaze and did not dare to speak.

"You don't look like one," The World commented sincerely, "We can all see that you are not human."

"?" Alice glared at him.

"Justice" Audrey and the others who had anticipated this held back their laughter in time. Even the most innocent "Moon" Emlyn bit his lip to avoid laughing.

The World coughed lightly as if to cover up, and then said to the others:

"It is true that Miss Fate did not do this. She did not have to do this. Perhaps some of you have received news that she is now a saint of the Church of Evernight."

This was not a secret news, the new version of the Holy Scriptures of the Church of Evernight had already spread, the new Saint was no longer a secret, the members of the Tarot Club just weren't used to Alice's identity and often couldn't remember it.

They nodded, accepted the matter, and no longer suspected Alice. "Justice" Audrey even inquired:
"Ms. Destiny, do you know why this person did this? Has the church found out the results of its investigation?"

Alice glanced at Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the head of the bronze table, with a smile on her face. Then she tapped her right chest four times, drew a crimson moon symbol, and said softly:

"Praise the goddess."

This... The members of the Tarot Club soon realized that this behavior was actually an answer, meaning that this was a secret, but...

This behavior is blasphemous!

No matter what Alice's past was like or what her future would be like, they all knew that Miss Fate was currently just an angel, and the Fool...

In the minds of Tarot Club members, The Fool is more mysterious and more powerful than the Seven Gods!

Even though they knew that Miss Fate had an ambiguous relationship with these two beings, and had seen Miss Fate offend Mr. Fool more than once, they still looked towards the head seat at the long bronze table.

Klein knew why they were looking at him. At this moment, in this situation, Klein, who had just realized that he might be a follower of the night, sighed softly.

You fools should also praise the goddess in private...

He muttered something in his heart, but just moved the corners of his lips and looked at Alice with a smile.

Klein said nothing, but this one glance was enough for everyone to realize that Mr. Fool didn't care about this matter. Alger, the Hanged Man, even remembered what Miss Destiny said about "betting on both sides" a long time ago.

It seems that Miss Fate chose Mr. Fool because he was the most reliable choice...

Alger, the Hanged Man, had a thought, and a new question popped up in his mind - was it because fate chose this option that this option was the most reliable, or was it because this option was the most reliable that fate chose this option?
"The Hanged Man" Alger sighed and thought of the "prophet" who committed suicide that Alice had mentioned.

In the face of fate, similar questions seem destined to be misunderstood.

However, Miss Fate... shouldn't be able to represent fate at this moment?

The Hanged Man Alger glanced at Alice uncertainly. Unfortunately, he lacked understanding of the realm above the angels and could not continue thinking - after all, he was not even a demigod.

In the silence, Cattleya turned to the World and said:
"I'll give you the information you want this week."

"Okay." The dummy "World" nodded.

This indicated that the communication link had been opened or resumed again. Alger, the Hanged Man, thought about it, turned his head and asked Derrick, the Sun:

"Have you figured out the matter of the former chief's mausoleum?"

"The Sun" Derrick said with some shame: "I only made two friends."

As an extraordinary person who followed the "Sun" path, he fought purely with others in the training ground, but he could not win once out of ten times. He managed to establish connections with his old acquaintances by getting beaten up, but there were only two people who could be called friends.

Without waiting for the Hanged Man to respond, he quickly added:

"However, I heard that the 'Six-member Council' wants to open the mausoleum. No matter what, at least they have to recover the characteristics."

In Silver City, no one thinks that this behavior is wrong, because to them, waste is a crime.

The Hanged Man Alger nodded slightly and changed his words of instruction:

“Well done.

"You don't have to be a friend to help. When you have established connections with enough people, you will naturally gain certain intelligence."

The recognized "Sun" Derrick was stunned for two seconds, and the shame in his heart faded away. He said awkwardly:

"I will find out more about this matter."

I will try to make two more friends before the next Tarot gathering. No, one more friend... Derrick quickly set a goal in his mind.

Seeing this, Klein asked World Gehrman Sparrow to speak in a low voice:

"If it involves the realm of death, you can ask me for advice."

Alice glanced at Klein thoughtfully, remembering his "favored one" of the "God of Death" path.

"Thank you, Mr. World," Derrick replied gratefully.

Alice turned her head and looked at the "Sun" Derrick. She also wanted to say something on this topic, but it seemed difficult to find a suitable topic. After hesitating for two seconds, she suddenly had a good idea and asked the "World":
"How's that mushroom?"

Klein suddenly recalled his experience in the secret town. He shook his head without thinking:
"It's dangerous, very dangerous."

What mushrooms? Dangerous?

The members of the Tarot Club looked at each other, their eyes falling on "The World" and Alice. However, "The World" did not show any intention of explaining, and Alice just said disappointedly:

"Ok."

After this incident, the Tarot Club had no more exchanges. After learning some mystical knowledge from each other, the Tarot Club ended. There was nothing in Roselle's diary this time. Alice returned to the real world after reading it.

……

In an empty room, Selwyn Muggeridge was awakened by a nightmare again.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Nightmares, insomnia, mumbling and headaches had seriously disturbed her sleep quality. Her eyes were bloodshot and there were heavy bags around her eyes.

Selwyn's face was extremely haggard. If it weren't for the bonus of being a witch, her face would have been even uglier. She exhaled, used meditation to ease the pain a little, then opened the book with a dark blue cover and asked unwillingly:
"Is there really no way to resolve this situation? I can't stand this any more!"

As he said this, Selwyn reached for his thick hair and scratched it hard. Soon, he pulled off a piece of scalp that still had hair on it.

This bloody scene did not make Selwyn feel uncomfortable. She smiled comfortably, then her expression became ferocious again. She viciously threw the tuft of hair on the ground, raised her foot and crushed it hard, and shouted at them fiercely:

"I told you to run! I told you to run!"

As a book, Cassandra showed no emotion. It just calmly displayed a line of silver text:

"There is one thing that may help you."

After stepping on the hair, Selwyn raised his head and looked at "Cassandra" with a ferocious and fierce expression. After seeing the line of words, the corners of his lips raised upwards and his lips widened.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with morbid excitement, and he threw himself on the table, impatiently asking:
"any solution?"

Cassandra answered without hesitation: "The perfect ritual will alleviate this situation."

"Perfect ceremony..." Selwyn repeated absentmindedly, "Perfect ceremony...perfect ceremony...perfect...I want a perfect ceremony!"

Selwyn's eyes lost focus and then regained focus, becoming excited and crazy again. "Cassandra" seemed to think that things were almost done, and continued the previous words at the right time:

"Give them joy, then grant them despair, let them burn you in anger, and you will be able to ascend in the most perfect pain."

"I'll go right away!" Selwyn's eyes lit up. "I'll go right away, I'll go right away, I'll go right away..."

Her eyes quickly lost focus again, and she left the room dazed, not forgetting to take the closed "Cassandra" with her.

……

Alice was bored when she returned to the real world. She sat at her desk and sighed helplessly.

This was her state for the past week. After sending the letter to Amon, Alice's attention had never left Tingen City. This was much more than the attention she paid to Klein. Klein only gave her key words as reminders, but she paid full attention to Tingen City.

The good news is that Amon doesn't seem to be interested in doing anything, or rather, Amon doesn't seem to trust Will Auceptin that much. What he wants most is to send Will Auceptin back to his original body.

But as a senior angel who had survived from the Fourth Epoch to the present, even if becoming a Sequence 1 was a matter of luck, he was still not as lucky as Alice. Will Auceptin still had some strength.

Although compared to Amon, he would definitely be blasted to pieces without leaving any traces, and he would have no chance of winning even against his clone, but Amon seemed to be unable to do anything to him for the time being.

Of course, Alice guessed that another main reason was that Amon did not want Will Auceptin to be forced out of control.

Therefore, Amon's main goal so far has indeed been to fight Will Auceptin - at least that's the case with this clone.

Alice was not lying when she said that at the Tarot Club. Amon's focus had already shifted away from Backlund, and certainly not Tingen City, because "He" himself had already left Tingen City.

Alice suspected that, just as Amon had tried to kidnap her before, this time Amon might be trying to transfer Will Auceptin into the body of the "God-Forsaken Land".

It is obvious that at this point, Will Auceptin has absolutely no room for escape. Let alone other things, just the external position is enough to put Will Auceptin in a position of urgency.

Alice sighed and was about to concentrate on thinking about what to do next, when suddenly, she heard a noisy call in her ear.

No, not calling her...

As Alice's thoughts moved, her soul ascended, but her body fell asleep again. In her dream, Alice glimpsed a strange future.

The first thing she saw was a tall wooden cross with a man tied to it. The man had a ferocious and crazy expression, with many red bloodshot eyes, and it looked like he had not slept well for a long time.

Alice felt that the face was somehow familiar. She frowned and looked down. Under the cross was a pile of unburned dry wood, and around the cross, there was a crowd of people.

Alice heard a noisy sound coming from the mouths of these people. After listening carefully, Alice heard what they shouted:

"Burn her! Burn her!"

Alice blinked dully, and then the firewood on the ground was lit. The flames shot up into the sky and enveloped the woman on the cross.

Alice woke up with a start, blinked slightly, and frowned in thought.

The first thing she thought of was the familiar facial features. It was easy to use divination to find the source of the familiarity. Alice only closed her eyes for a moment and found the corresponding source of memory.

Selwyn Muggeridge, who was still a man at that time, appeared in front of her. Alice pinched her brows, thinking of the meeting a few months ago, and the "Cassandra" in Selwyn's hand, and realized the source of this trouble.

Alice's mind moved, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.

Auxiliary materials for the "Chaos Walker" potion. For others, the difficulty lies in finding the "prophecy", and it must be a failed "prophecy".

This is difficult to determine. Most of the extraordinary people at this level, if they do not have the help of high-sequence people of the same path, can only be entangled in the method of consuming dreams like her.

But for her...

She herself is a "prophet" and she can make "prophecies" on her own!
Her dreams came from the revelation of fate itself, and unsurprisingly retained the power of fate, but her prophecies actually also retained power.

It's just that these prophecies have either come true or are still in the process of being fulfilled...at least that's what she remembers.

But dreams are not the only path she can take...stealing from others doesn't count, hmm.

I can completely take the initiative to make a "prophecy" and then break my own "prophecy"... Although this may seem like a liar... Well, this will not affect my role as a "prophet", right?
...Never mind. At worst, we can just replace a group of people to make up the difference.

So, first of all, I need to find a suitable carrier for the "prophecy"...

(End of this chapter)