Mystery: Lucky One

When they were almost there, Alice noticed that there was already a person standing in front of the stall. From the back, he was a man with long black hair, wearing a robe and no shoes.

Alice couldn't help but take a closer look at this strange yet familiar outfit. She heard the man say to the stall owner:

"No, that's not necessary this time."

The voice revealed an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Alice felt as if something flashed through her subconscious, but she couldn't catch it. She stood there with a frown, but the young man in front of her suddenly turned his head.

The two of them stared at each other not far away. After a few breaths, the young man suddenly turned around and ran away. In just a few breaths, his figure disappeared into the crowd, while the owner of the stall was still shouting:

"Hey, you don't want it anymore!"

Alice was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously chased after him.

Finding someone should have been an easy task for her, but after running a few steps, Alice stopped. She stood still and realized that the young man had disappeared without a trace while she was stunned.

Considering the strange attire and the fact that he ran away when he saw her, the young man's identity was self-evident. Alice murmured:
"Will Auceptin...

"It's not time yet..."

The time did not come, the opportunity did not appear, so fate made them meet, and fate also separated them.

Alice frowned, shook her head, stepped back, looked at the stall owner with a smile, and asked, "Do you know the man who just left?"

"I know him. I have a deep impression of him!" The stall owner nodded. "After all, this is the only person I've seen who puts chili powder, pepper, ginger and other things on ice cream in all these years."

"...It's him," Alice's mouth twitched, "Could it be that after not seeing each other for so many years, his taste has changed... No, that's not right. Last time he seemed to dislike ice cream with chili powder..."

"Do you know each other?" the boss suddenly reacted.

"...We know each other, I guess," Alice didn't want to talk about it. "What did he buy here? Nothing weird, right?"

"No," the boss shook his head like a drum, "It's added..."

The boss took two ice creams and introduced the ingredients. Alice nodded and said:
"give it to me."

The boss showed a relieved expression and quoted a price that was obviously cheaper than last time. Alice glanced at the boss, paid the price he said, and when she took the ice cream, she suddenly thought of Klein's ability.

...If I have this ability, then as long as I have money once, will I always have money?

I can pay people for historical projections... No, in that case, can Adam pay for imaginary things...

……

"It seems that Klein's manor is still much worse than the palace..." Alice looked around and muttered to herself.

After Klein suggested that the king might be more than Sequence 5 and that a certain fantasy angel was helping to cover it up, Alice again suggested entering the palace to take a look.

Klein did not refute this time. After all, Alice's purpose was not to confirm what the palace looked like, but to have a legitimate reason. Therefore, he only reminded Alice to be careful.

After all, if George III really has Sequence 1 or higher, Alice will most likely not be able to defeat him.

After receiving the reminder, Alice became much more cautious. She informed the church in advance to ensure that the extraordinary people in the church who were responsible for protecting the royal family's safety would not deal with her. At the same time, she also learned that the royal family itself also had angels - the founder of the country, William I, was still alive!
This success made Alice, who intended to sneak into the palace, alert. She did not even stop to admire the decoration of the palace. Instead, her figure faded and she stepped directly into the spirit world and entered the river of destiny.

Then, by observing the long river of fate, she found the king's bedroom, or perhaps it should be called the palace, and began to observe the fate of that area.

She planned to use this indirect method to find George III directly, observe his fate, and determine his current situation. She entered the palace for selfish reasons on the one hand, and on the other hand, it would save effort and make it less likely for her to get lost in the long river of fate.

——Maybe it should be called lost.

Alice soon realized the problem, because that area...

"There is no emperor here..." Alice blinked blankly, "George III is not here at all... He hasn't even appeared here for a while!"

Alice's expression became serious. She was no longer limited to the fate of the King's bedroom, but gradually observed the fate of the entire palace. Soon, Alice confirmed one thing:

"Not only the bedroom, George III hasn't appeared in the palace for a long time... Damn it!"

She cursed and then began to search the bedroom again. After all, there was no way George III had not shown up for so long. There was only one answer, that is, someone was disguising himself as him!

"I found you..." she murmured, and found the tributary belonging to the pretender from the long river of fate.

This tributary is different from the others. Like the scene Alice saw when she tried to observe the River of Destiny in the spirit world, it exudes a half-true and half-false sense of illusion, as if it does not really exist.

The end of the tributary stretched out far away, and a section of the tail was hidden. Alice couldn't find where it came from. Of course, she didn't care. She looked at the tributary thoughtfully and said softly:

"It's connected... but it's not really connected. Hmm, then can I..."

After a moment's thought, she reached out her spiritual power and tapped hard at a certain section of this tributary.

Therefore, in this illusory tributary, there is actually a real point that flashes silver light and flows along with the illusory "water flow" beside it.

Alice exited the river of fate while doing all this, returned to the real world, and quickly found Arianna in the basement of Saint Samuel Church, then spoke bluntly:

"We were lied to!"

Arianna looked up calmly, her voice having a calming effect:
"what happened?"

Alice took a half step back, moving a little further away from the influence, and then she gritted her teeth and said:

"Do you think this is possible if George III has not been seen at the palace for a long time?"

"Impossible," Arianna said without thinking, "I have only seen him in the past few days." "Yes, it is impossible," Alice breathed out, "but that is what fate told me."

Arianna seemed to realize something. She did not speak for a moment. After a moment of silence, she spoke:

"I see."

Alice paused for a moment. She realized that from now on, at least on the church side, everything had nothing to do with her, so she did not object, but only said:
"Wish ya'll good luck."

After saying this, she left lightly.

This gave Alice some inspiration. She still did not go to find Klein, but took out two pieces of white paper, wrote "Good luck" on each, and then stuffed them into the donation box of the Steam and Storm Church.

——Although the stance of the Seven Gods is unclear, the Church can barely be considered half a friendly force, especially the Storm Church, which has allocated most of its forces to search for Zaratul Amon. It is an absolute friendly force.

So, she decided to give her allies some luck.

After doing all this, Alice found Klein, who was still awake, and told Mr. Fool, who was waiting for her to return, about her discovery:
"George III hasn't really appeared for a long time. I don't know how George III disguised himself when he appeared... I guess it has something to do with 'fantasy'.

"I'm afraid your guess is true. He really is at least Sequence 1. That's why he never appears in front of the public or the church, or even in front of his own subordinates. Therefore, everyone thinks he is only Sequence 5. After all, the dummy is really only Sequence 5."

When Klein heard this, he realized the seriousness of the problem. He sat up straight and blurted out:
"Wouldn't George III also be fake when he gives his speech on Saturday?"

"I think that the speech given by King George III might be real..." Alice shook her head slightly, "But, it will probably turn out to be fake in the middle, and then he will really take drugs to get promoted... Besides, um..."

Alice curled her lips and smiled maliciously:
"Let me ask you, what would happen if the king suddenly died in the middle of Saturday's speech?"

"...What did you do?" Klein had a bad feeling.

Alice blinked and replied:

“The false George III, of course, also had a false fate, but his fate and that of the real George III reflected each other to a certain extent, like a mirror that did not reflect well…

"I... well, you can understand it as, I adjusted the refraction of light and then polished the mirror. In short...

"If George III has a 50% chance of dying when doing something, then the fake one will actually die. In other words..."

She stopped talking, looked at Klein, and said harmlessly:

"If he doesn't take the potion and become a god smoothly, he might die in front of everyone."

“…I have a question,” Klein swallowed nervously, “Does George III feel nothing about this?”

"Maybe," Alice spread her hands, "but it's limited to feeling, and he probably can't even feel what's happening. After all... hey, that dummy wasn't created from his fate, but was the work of a certain 'audience' who doesn't want to reveal his name."

Klein asked thoughtfully, "So, that 'audience' didn't stop you?"

"I'm afraid he may not be able to stop me... But you're right, no one can stop me," Alice smiled happily, "Well, by the way, on Saturday, you can go directly to the mausoleum, I won't go, call me if you have anything, and also, find me before you go, I can give you some buffs..."

“Good luck?” Klein was stunned.

"No," Alice shook her head. "Didn't you tell me that as long as the blue bar... I mean, as long as the spirituality is sufficient, the 'Ancient Scholar' can exert a combat power far beyond the current sequence?"

Klein nodded, and Alice smiled and said:

"Then I promise you that on that day, as long as you don't use skills that exceed your mana limit at once, your mana bar will not be empty.

"Also, as long as you are not driven crazy by repeated deaths, you will not die... Well, it seems that you will not die if you are driven crazy, you will just be crazy."

“…You make it sound like going crazy is an easy thing.” Klein shook his head. “I see. So what are you going to do on Saturday?”

"Oh," Alice winked, "I'm going to hear the King's speech, and then to see him die suddenly in public."

"?" Klein pushed Alice, "So you're here to watch the fun?"

"That's not true," Alice denied without blinking. "How could I have come here just to watch the fun? I was afraid that George III would die in a strange way and there would be chaos at the scene!"

After a pause, she turned serious again and told Klein:

"Besides, if the fake George III loses control, not only will there be chaos on the scene, but what I am most afraid of is that someone with extraordinary talent will see something he shouldn't see through the fake George III..."

Klein's expression also turned serious. This was obviously a real problem. After all, it was a trap set by Alice herself, and she should know it very well. Therefore, the out-of-control George III might really let some special people see something.

"I have another question," Klein reviewed Alice's words and asked, "You made George III die in front of the public when he took the potion. It shouldn't be just for fun, right?"

“That must be because it has an impact on his ritual!” Alice glared at him, “It must be… uh, wait, if that’s the case, then you’re going to fight an out-of-control True God…”

She swallowed hard, a look of horror on her face:

"If this is the case, the church should be able to help, right...?"

“…That should be the case.” Klein also swallowed his saliva. “Alice, you really haven’t thought about this problem before, right?”

"I swear I didn't," Alice pointed three fingers at her head. "At most, I just thought it was funny that the emperor died suddenly in the middle of his speech in such a weird way. It felt like a punishment from God..."

"...This is within my expectations," Klein said without much objection. "Perhaps this is your main purpose... Uh, don't look at me like that, Alice. You don't have to pretend in front of me."

“…Actually,” Alice looked up and looked at Klein sincerely, “I think I’m pretty well behaved… or rather, pretty lawful. Otherwise… No, you don’t have an angel yet, so forget it.”

Clay looked at Alice helplessly and said, "You... forget it. I remember that beings above demigod level will become stronger after losing control?" (End of this chapter)