Mystery: Lucky One

Finding this Miss Sylvia was no rush job.

Alice rolled up the portrait and put it away, looked at Audrey and smiled:

"Thank you, Miss Justice.

"Good luck."

Alice's smile and tone did not have the usual briskness, nor the artificial solemnity. Instead, they were rare and gentle and calm. Audrey was stunned for a moment, and before she could reply, she saw Alice pulling Evelin. Disappeared.

Miss Destiny suddenly looked a bit like Mr. Fool just now... This thought flashed through Audrey's mind, and she suddenly realized that something about Alice seemed different from before.

She seemed a little quieter than before.

……

Alice took Evelyn back to her home.

"Go to the Church of the Night, do you understand?" When the figure reappeared, Alice turned her head and looked at Evelin and asked.

Of course Evelin would not argue with Alice on this matter. In fact, when Alice said that the night was her favored one, Evelin kind of gave up her struggle.

—unless she is ready to immigrate and convert, and to a hostile church.

After watching Evelin leave, Alice pondered for a moment and then dialed Klein's phone number:

"Have you been under a lot of psychological pressure recently? Or have you always had some ulterior hobbies?"

——She was still a little curious as to why Klein wanted to clean the toilet.

Klein came above the gray fog and fell into deep thought after hearing Alice's question. He thought for a while, but did not respond. Instead, he returned to the real world and responded to Alice's question with a prayer:

"It was obviously you who just called the psychiatrist, right?"

——This way he doesn’t have to turn on the computer when Alice replies to the message... No, he doesn’t have to go above the gray fog to check.

Alice touched her chin and gave up her plan to save face for Klein: "Why did you clean the toilet just now?"

Klein fell into deep thought.

——You know, when he picked up the toilet brush, the first wish in his mind was that Alice must not know about this.

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly remembered that he pretended to be red-haired Elaine some time ago.

Although he did not want this matter to be exposed, the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow pretended to be red-haired Elaine and assassinated "Lieutenant General of Disease" Tracy...

Will this be spread? !

Klein thought of this and swallowed hard. Next, he heard Alice's next question:
"By the way, the 'Faceless Man' can't become a target with a big body size difference, so can he change his gender? No internal changes are required, as long as the appearance... well, it doesn't just include the face, it doesn't just include the body, you know what I mean. Bar?"

Klein closed his eyes in pain. He didn't know that Alice was just thinking about the possibility of "the faceless man tastes really good" coming true.

But not satisfying Alice's curiosity may cause greater trouble - for example, she appears in the next second, pulling him and insisting that he change the scene to show him.

Klein even suspected that Alice would take off her clothes with her hands. Of course, it was more likely that she would use her extraordinary abilities or spirituality directly without using her hands. Relying on his understanding of Alice, Klein answered this question cautiously:
"'Faceless Man' cannot really change the gender, nor can it be adjusted to a large extent... adjust the body shape and size, maybe if I am fat enough... you should understand what I mean.

"As for what you asked... that is really not possible, at least not now, and a true gender reassignment is even less possible. Stop thinking about that kind of thing!"

After receiving the answer, Alice held her chin thoughtfully and murmured:
"In other words, at best, she can only look like a beauty. As long as you get to the last step, you will find..."

This idea made Alice's body tremble. She shook her head hard, shook off the strange thoughts in her mind, and decided not to be too ambitious first, but to sell a few more copies of "The Iron-Blooded Knight tastes really good."

After copying five pages of "The Iron-Blooded Knight tastes really good," Alice blinked, took out another piece of paper, wrote her honorary name in ancient Hermes, and placed it on the top.

After staring at her results and thinking for more than ten seconds, Alice said thoughtfully: "By the way, Ian... can you read?"

Compared to when she first came to Backlund five months ago, Alice is undoubtedly making rapid progress.

Not only did she realize the hidden dangers in Ian, she also learned to think about whether Ian knew the ancient Hermetic language - she even thought about the fact that not everyone in this world is literate.

"Actually, the one named Winfred can barely be considered a clue... Well, are there any other clues?"

Alice thinks seriously about who else might be the clue to finding her.

"Amon... No, this doesn't count. Who can force this guy to question... And even if I ask, no one would dare to believe it, right?!"

Alice shook her head in horror, threw the name away, then picked it up again, pondered for a moment and then asked Amon:

"What should I do if I want to find someone who appears to be a 'scammer'?"

This didn't sound like a big problem. Amon didn't even bother to tease her and gave her the answer:
"'Scammers' take pleasure in deceiving people. If you are looking for a 'scammer', don't worry, because they will not stop committing crimes.

"So, which unlucky 'scammer' offended you?"

The advice from the experts made Alice decide to put this matter aside for now. Out of politeness, she still answered Amon's question:

"Actually, I'm not sure whether she is a 'scammer'... To be honest, I'm just a little skeptical."

After a pause, she suddenly asked an incomprehensible question: "What will happen if I divine the 'Storm Lord' now?"

Ten seconds later, Alice first heard a chuckle, and then a figure quickly emerged in the air.

Alice blinked twice, looked at Amon's smile, and asked hesitantly: "Should I scream to cooperate with you?"

"If you are willing." Amon raised his eyebrows slightly.

Alice tried hard twice. After realizing that she couldn't brew any emotions, she silently closed her mouth, stared at Amon and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"Well..." Amon showed a nasty smile, "Actually, I just happened to be looking for ingredients nearby."

Alice was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized what he was talking about. She couldn't help but asked doubtfully:
"Don't you have a lot of Time Worms? Why don't you use your own?

"I remember that your clone was transformed from the Worm of Time..." (End of Chapter)