Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 229 Chapter 103 Strange invitation
In the dim morning light, Alice opened her eyes with difficulty. After staring at the ceiling in a daze for several minutes, her upper and lower eyelids stuck together again.

I'm so sleepy, let's sleep a little longer...

After struggling in bed for another half an hour, Alice slowly got up from the bed, struggled to get out of bed, and welcomed the cold morning air.

"Getting up early is indeed the most painful thing in life... Pfft!" After washing, Alice looked at herself in the mirror, put on a deep expression, and then let out a long sigh - successfully making herself laugh.

After laughing, Alice finally felt the source of the confusion: "Speaking of which, wasn't I going to Bayam? Why did I get up so early..."

Alice stared at herself in the mirror and fell into a fierce ideological struggle. In the end, her squirming stomach won and Alice decided to eat.

But today, there was something unexpected in Alice's mailbox - an invitation.

Currently, Backlund is in the off-season for socializing, and most of the nobles are on vacation in the fiefdom. Although the powerful nobles still travel frequently, Backlund does not have many banquets during this period.

What's more, Alice doesn't think she has many acquaintances among the Loen nobles...

Alice doubtfully took back the invitation letter together with today's newspaper and Evelyn's reply, and read the newspaper while eating breakfast quietly.

After locking the door again, Alice thought for a moment, closed her eyes in a praying posture, and recited in a low voice in ancient Hermetic:
"Playing with the hands of time,

Although she developed the same habits as most middle-class people of this era, in fact, Alice's focus in reading newspapers was quite different.

"I pray for your attention,

After trying it, Alice finally understood that the feasibility of this thing was horribly low - she shouldn't be able to do it anyway.

If we want to explore the reason, Alice thinks that the hair is not tough enough and cannot be inserted into the lock cylinder well, let alone proceed to the next step.

For example... the Church of Storms has a new rule - believers are prohibited from bringing monocles into the church.

——These are Alice’s unconscious thoughts.

"I beg you to hear me,

Alice sighed, thankful that she had brought the keys out, and opened the door to go home.

Next, Alice put on her monocle, squatted down, gritted her teeth, reached out and pulled a piece of hair from her head, and began to try something she had always been curious about - using hair to pick locks.

"Wandering in the shadow of fate,

Poor Church of Storms was so frightened by Amon. Amon is so abominable!

Of course, she didn't forget to put her keys on just in case.

When others read newspapers, they probably pay more attention to changes in politics and economics, trying to infer the changes and trends at the top.

"The personification of fraud and mischief,

Alice...Alice just wanted to see if anything interesting happened.

By the way, Amon...Alice suddenly remembered something. She finished the rest of her breakfast in three or two mouthfuls, grabbed the monocle that she had casually thrown on the coffee table, jumped up, ran to the door, and locked it from the outside. Door.

"I tried, but I couldn't pick the lock with my hair because my hair was too soft and I couldn't get my hair into the lock cylinder...

“Perhaps, you could try it yourself? Just remember to use stiffer hair!

"Speaking of which... can mythical creatures grow hair? If so, maybe you can try your own hair. It must be very strong..." She received a burst of smiling responses:
"Yes, it is indeed very hard. After all, you have bitten it before, even if it was your hand, right?
"It sounds like you are very curious? How about this? You can prepare a ceremony to ask for a gift. I will give you a few hairs of mine, my true body~

"Speaking of which...Alice, can you tell me who went to Storm's church to steal the donation box?"

Alice silently shrank her head and pretended that nothing happened.

As for holding a ceremony to ask for blessings, asking Amon for blessings? What a joke, who knows what Amon will send!
Alice rationally gave up harassing Amon, pretended that she didn't hear the last question, and began to think about what else she could do.

Speaking of which...what does the hair of the demon wolf feel like?

Before she did something even more outrageous, Alice forcibly interrupted her thoughts, picked up the invitation from an unknown source from the coffee table, and opened it to check.

This is an invitation to afternoon tea, this afternoon.

Frankly, this is extremely offensive and lacks any social etiquette.

Not to mention that no one would invite someone to be a guest on the same day, but just to invite someone who has never met or spoken to for afternoon tea.

This is undoubtedly a serious violation of social distance. Not only is it offensive and impolite, but it also makes people feel inexplicable.

For example, Alice now felt that the owner of this invitation was very baffling, and she looked at the name written on it curiously.

Winfried Grigory.

Alice carefully recalled the name. What she was sure of was that she had no impression of it and it was definitely not someone she knew.

The invitation only left a name for the owner, and Alice speculated that this person should be a nobleman. Apart from the appearance of the invitation, it was mainly because of the address in the invitation - it was a manor located in the suburbs of Queens.

But even so, the invitation letter with only one surname could not help Alice - there was no title written on it.

Alice blinked, put the invitation aside, felt the silent spirituality, and decided to go and have a look - she wasn't warned anyway! How terrible can it be compared to the church of the Lord of Storms!

After putting down the invitation, Alice opened Evelin's letter with a heavy heart.

"

Dear Brielle:

I'm glad you don't think my concern is too much... Ha, maybe in your opinion, this kind of worry is a bit too careful, right?

I don’t know why, but I always feel inexplicably worried these days, especially after reading your letter.

Do you know, Briar? Generally speaking, in novels, if someone says something like "I can do whatever I want", then...

This man is probably going to die.

Maybe I'm thinking too much... Well, anyway, Briar, I'll wait for you to come back. By then, I probably have a surprise for you.

Sincerely, Evelyn
"

Your reply also looks like a flag... Alice whispered in her heart and decided not to reply to Evelin again - otherwise this flag will never end!

No one knows how disappointed Amon in the Forsaken Land was that his "friends" had forgotten him.

(End of this chapter)