Mystery: Lucky One

Alice's eyes widened angrily in the real world.

...When did Klein learn to be bad?
Alice once again reflected on whether she had gone too far towards Klein.

...but she is still so angry, how could this person cut off her network cable!
Alice angrily went out to buy a radio transceiver and slammed the door as she reached it.

Speaking of which, where should I buy something like this... Alice was thinking while walking, and took a photo of Doom on a passerby who didn't like it.

It would be great if there was online shopping... Alice sighed in her heart, thought for a moment, and chose divination between asking for directions and divination.

Just when Alice was about to find a quiet place to divine, she heard a scream.

Alice turned around and found that the unlucky passerby whom she disliked had fallen on his face - literally, his face had really hit an unknown object.

It's so disgusting... Alice frowned and looked away, feeling that her mood had not improved at all.

Alice had not yet come out of that disgusting mood when she bought the radio receiver and came out.

There are many shops and roadside stalls selling food on the road. At this time, Alice has already started to wander around thinking about what to have for dinner.

But today Alice sent the telegraph home without blinking, and then rushed to St. Samuel's Cathedral without blinking.

...What's so delicious about a tasteless dinner!

Alice painfully stepped into the Night Church. When passing by the donation box, she subconsciously glanced at it, and a strange idea popped into her mind.

Can you steal the money when you donate... Bah, are you infected by Amon?
Alice dismissed the idea, thought for a moment, and politely stuffed a 1 pound note into the donation box.

After all, it would be too hypocritical to stuff a 1 penny coin... Alice nodded with satisfaction and turned to the side confession room.

It was undoubtedly a stupid idea to walk forward to find the bishop standing outside in public, and it was obviously an even stupider idea to walk through the underground of the church - Alice praised her "thoughtful thinking" .

Compared with the earliest narrow wooden box confession room, Backlund's confession room is undoubtedly much more spacious and can be regarded as an independent room.

Alice pushed the door open, sat on the chair inside, and looked at the wooden baffle in front - she knew that there was a bishop sitting opposite the baffle.

Sure enough, Alice heard a mellow voice from across the barrier: "What do you want to say? The goddess cares for every one of her believers."

So do you say this to every believer... Alice murmured in her heart, then said after careful consideration: "I met the 'blasphemer' Amon."

The confessional was successfully silenced.

The bishop opposite was silent for a long time. Alice was thinking whether he didn't know who "The Blasphemer" Amon was, and hesitating whether she should say anything more.

When Alice was struggling and hesitating, the bishop finally spoke: "What are you here for, madam?"

Alice pondered for a moment and then said:
“I’m here for help.

"I stole Amon's monocle, and He found me and left a curse on the monocle...

"I can't take off that monocle." The confessional fell into silence again. After a while, Alice heard the bishop's somewhat dry voice: "Did you steal Amon's monocle?"

Alice nodded subconsciously, then remembered that the bishop opposite could not see her, so she organized her words and said: "I picked it off from his corpse... uh, the corpse of his clone."

The bishop responsible for accepting confession from believers got stuck again.

After a long time, Alice was not sure how long it had passed, probably on the eve of her losing her patience, she finally got a response: "Please wait here for a while."

Alice stayed quietly in the confessional. After a while, someone entered the confessional, took her into the Nighthawks headquarters located underground in the church, and handed her over to a saint wearing a bishop's robe.

Alice had met this saint—it seemed he was the one who had tipped her off about Charlie King.

"It turns out it's you," the saint suddenly realized after seeing her, and waved for her to sit down. "Let me introduce myself first. I am Anthony Stevenson..."

Archbishop St. Anthony, one of the thirteen archbishops of the Goddess, head of the Backlund diocese...

Alice's eyes flashed slightly as she listened to Archbishop Anthony's speech, recalled the information she remembered, and observed his appearance.

This old man with a white face and deep eyes was wearing the black and red bishop's uniform that Alice saw last time, but it did not give people a gloomy feeling.

However, when the other person's eyes fell on her, Alice's spirit trembled, as if she was facing an unknown existence staring at herself from the depths of darkness.

This is not the fear caused by personality suppression, but the feedback of a certain ability... Alice was keenly aware of the difference between the two. She saluted to the other party and greeted softly:

"Archbishop St. Anthony."

Anthony nodded, and Alice walked over and sat down across from him. She subconsciously raised her head and chest, sat up straight, and then folded her arms on the table.

This action made Anthony stunned for a moment. Alice immediately reacted to Anthony's expression and silently retracted her hand, but still straightened her back subconsciously.

Anthony looked at Alice and spoke slowly, with a soft voice: "I heard that you stole Amon's monocle?"

Anthony's gaze fell on Alice's right eye. This was supposed to be a curious question, but Alice didn't hear much curiosity in his voice.

Like all the Extraordinaries of the Night Path that Alice knew, he exuded an aura of tranquility from the inside out.

Oh, Leonard doesn’t count.

Leonard...this name made Alice feel a little dazed. She was stunned for a moment, but was awakened from her past memories by an inexplicable sense of crisis. Almost instinctively, she jumped up from her seat.

Anthony looked at Alice suspiciously, as if he wanted to ask her what was wrong, but the sense of crisis did not disappear with Alice's movements. Alice walked around to the opposite side of the table and squatted down.

The spirit finally stopped beating. Anthony looked at Alice suspiciously. After confirming that she was no longer moving, he was about to ask her what was wrong when someone suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Archbishop Anthony." Alice heard a familiar voice. The voice was not as casual and informal as Alice remembered, and seemed to be much quieter like its owner. (End of chapter)