Mystery: Lucky One

Alice held the letter tightly in one hand, raised her head with blank eyes, and searched around.

Even though the spiritual feedback showed that there was no Time Angel hiding around, Alice still couldn't let go and walked around with the letter before returning home.

Fortunately, it's just a letter, not in person, so it can take a while... Why is He so impatient!
Alice returned home angrily and was about to lie down on the bed and think about it. Then, looking at the bedroom door that had lost its handle, Alice fell into deep thought again.

... Just call someone to fix it.

Alice sighed deeply and decided to lie down for a while before talking.

By the way...what are you having for lunch?

——The matter of giving Amon a gift was once again forgotten by Alice.

……

Alice thought of Amon again when she met the agent Madam Maggie again to discuss the issue of compensation.

After Mrs. Maggie checked the condition of the bedroom door, she looked at Alice in surprise, who was wringing her fingers with her head down, and asked in a deep voice:

"I have never seen such...such...such a strange situation.

"It's like the doorknob disappeared from the door...Miss Rose, can you explain it?"

Alice struggled with her fingers and replied:

"A thief came in when I wasn't home, walked around the house and stole the doorknob."

None of this sentence is a lie. Even if someone asks for divination, it will still be true - whether the divination can be successful is another matter.

But this "truth" failed to win Mrs. Maggie's trust. She asked distrustfully: "So, why did the thief only steal the bedroom door handle? How did he do it?"

Alice shrugged and replied sincerely:
"I don't know, maybe he is sick.

"Well, a guy with a high level of stealing but a sick mind, yes."

This too sincere insult made Mrs. Maggie a little suspicious, but she understood that Alice probably couldn't ask for more information here, so the matter was passed over by them unanimously.

After seeing off Mrs. Maggie, Alice took out the monocle from her pocket, held it in her hand, raised it high, and dropped it hard, but stopped when it was only a few centimeters away from the table.

Alice stared at the monocle in her hand, and even though she knew Amon couldn't hear it, she still cursed angrily: "Crazy!"

After completing the ritual of scolding Amon, Alice had to start thinking about giving Amon a return gift again.

What should I give... the painting... uh, if I just use the sacrifice ceremony without going through Klein, can I give it to Him...

A strange idea appeared in Alice's mind, but thinking of Amon's face when she heard this, Alice hesitated again.

Without provoking Amon... this is of course impossible.

Not to mention that this is obviously not in line with Alice's character. Even if she puts herself in her shoes, Alice feels that if she behaves too boringly, based on what she has done, it would be better for her to commit suicide early...

Ah, she can't die yet.

Alice gasped and continued to think hard.

Although she planned to give a provocative gift, Alice still wanted the gift to be novel and preferably of some value.

If Miss "Wrong"'s portrait still has a certain collection value for Amon, then... what is the value of the Fool and the Angel of Time's books?
She painted and sold it and...ah, what are you thinking!
Alice interrupted this outrageous thought in horror, and tried to guide her wandering thoughts in a safer direction.

Recalling the details of the few days she spent with Amon, Alice suddenly thought of something: "Speaking of which, Amon seemed to be very concerned about her pregnancy... the fact that she was pregnant with someone else's child and then gave birth to it...

"Does Luen have any birth control pills?"

This inspiration flashed through, Alice's eyes lit up, and she decided to give Amon birth control pills as a gift - if she didn't have any, she would just tie up a pharmacist.

That was the whole reason why Alice was standing in the fat pharmacist's shop.

……

In an inconspicuous herbal medicine shop, a fat pharmacist wearing a classical wizard's robe listened to Alice's request and stammered to confirm: "You said you wanted... uh, birth control pills?"

Alice nodded and asked doubtfully: "Is there any problem?"

"Um..." The fat pharmacist glanced at Alice cautiously and confirmed, "Are you an adult?"

Alice was stunned for a moment, looked at the fat pharmacist and replied after being silent for a moment:

"Not for me.

“I give it away.

"No, I'm giving you a mythical creature. The man... uh, maybe I should call him a male?

"Actually, He should have a female form, but when he appeared in front of me, he was indeed a male..."

The fat pharmacist opened his mouth. There were so many questions that he didn't know which one to ask first.

Is it better to first ask her why she wants to give birth control pills to men or why she wants to give her things like mythical creatures? No, maybe he should first be afraid of talking about whether mythical creatures are male or female.

...How could someone call that!
The Fat Pharmacist's downed brain resumed operation and selected the optimal solution, so that he took a few steps back in horror, then descended and disappeared from the counter.

Alice took a few steps forward, leaned on the counter and looked inside, and found that the poor pharmacist fell to the ground, with the fat on his face still trembling.

Alice felt a rare sense of false guilt. She leaned forward and asked, "Are you okay, Mr. Pharmacist?"

The fat pharmacist raised his head from the ground and looked at Alice, confirming what he just heard: "...male?"

"That's right," Alice nodded matter-of-factly, "Mythical creatures are not human anymore, so of course they are male."

The fat pharmacist gasped and wished he could pass out on the spot.

"What's wrong with you?" Alice looked at the fat pharmacist in confusion and asked, "Hey, are you okay? Do you have any contraceptive pills here?"

"...Yes," the fat pharmacist decided to send this ancestor away quickly, "but it may not be useful against mythical creatures, and it is not for men."

"It doesn't matter," Alice waved her hand, "That's all I need. How much does it cost?"

The fat pharmacist quickly replied: "No money, I'll give it to you for free."

Alice's heart beat for a moment, and then she quickly frowned: "How is that possible? How can you buy something without paying?"

The fat pharmacist put on a smile that was uglier than crying, and replied: "I will move away from Backlund tomorrow, so consider this an apology to you, okay?"

Alice didn't speak. She looked around the full herb shop and fell into deep thought.

"...You can pack up the herbs before moving them," Alice replied after pondering for a moment, "But I don't understand...am I really that scary? Why do you all seem to be afraid of me?" ( End of this chapter)