Mystery: Lucky One

Alice turned her head and chuckled.

“That prophecy was left by me.

"Ms. Hermit, is this a legend?"

The guess was confirmed. Cattleya lowered her head and answered cautiously:

“Even if you are promoted as a returning god, this can only be regarded as your deeds after your return…”

Alice looked at her with half-closed eyes, held her chin with her hand, and knocked on the table twice carelessly, saying:

"What should we do?
"I can't really publicize that Dark Night was my favorite in the past... For matters like this, I should still ask Him... the will of this God."

Alger showed his well-honed sharp reaction at this moment, and he quickly lowered his head when Alice said the first sentence.

Cattleya lowered her head, her lips moved twice, but she said nothing.

Mr. Fool in the gray fog chuckled, leaned back in his chair and asked:
"In that case, why don't you ask the night?"

Alice was silent for more than ten seconds before she raised her hands to cover her face and replied:

"The last time I saw Him, I asked Him if He could transform into a mythical creature so I could touch Him..."

This was a euphemism, but Audrey immediately remembered the look Alice had given Susie, and understood the words without any difficulty.

So the mythical creature form of the goddess is a similar creature... No, Audrey, don't think about it!
Audrey interrupted her thoughts with difficulty.

Alger was not much better than Audrey. He remembered Alice's question about whether the "Storm Lord" had an octopus head. He felt from the bottom of his heart that this question was not too outrageous for Alice.

Of course, this didn't stop him from being seriously frightened.

Derrick, who had been scolded by Alice for blasphemy, looked at Alice hesitantly - he found that Miss Destiny had unique experience in blasphemy.

Fors sat there with a dull look in her eyes, wondering why on earth she was here to listen to this.

She is just a poor low-sequence!
Emlyn's wisdom took over today for the first time in a long time. He lowered his head like two experienced and successful people, Alger and Cattleya, and felt that it was not easy for him to live to this day.

The "world"... the "world" is learning to bow its head tactically together.

As for Klein in the gray fog... he was thinking about what his mythical creature form was.

...Hope there's no hair.

Alice once again realized the shocking extent of this statement from the reactions of others. She put down her hand, looked at Cattleya, and said in a somewhat weak tone:

"So, for the time being, I don't think I can provide you with any previous stories...

"You can't really write... well, something like this on it, right?"

Even if you dare to write, I dare not read... Cattleya took a deep breath, raised her head and smiled:

"I understand, Miss Destiny. I will try my best."

The matter came to an end. Alice looked at Cattleya and suddenly asked another question:
"The blood of mythical creatures seems to be very valuable... Can I draw some and sell it when I'm short of money in the future?"

Cattleya reached out and pressed the table, her face looked extremely pale, and her expression was frozen and unchanged - she was not sure what expression she should make.

The hoarse voice of "The World" sounded at this time:
"I don't think you should be short of money anyway. "You can walk into any casino in Bayam and win it in one night."

Alice immediately understood what he meant and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say we can't do this?"

How could she take it seriously... Klein's mouth twitched slightly in the gray fog. He continued to manipulate the "world" and said:
“I’m not encouraging you, Miss Fate.

"Or are you more used to listening to...

"Shut up."

The last words were cold and heartless, and Alice silently reached out and covered her mouth.

Emlyn looked at the "world" with admiration in his eyes, his attitude full of respect.

The actions of the others were not as exaggerated as Emlyn's, but they were not much different. "The World" successfully achieved the achievement of "attracting everyone's attention" in the Tarot Club with just one sentence.

In fact, in a sense, Miss Fate is really a benevolent deity. After all, she was not angry when the "world" dared to speak to her like this...

Such a thought flashed through the minds of the others, but no one dared to even think of deceiving Alice, not even Alger.

After all, they are not "the world". When Miss Destiny finds out that she has been deceived and comes to take the reward, she will not care about their life or death.

Alice stared at the other people's reactions and thought for a few seconds, then realized belatedly that it was inappropriate for a god to behave like this in the face of a mortal's reprimand.

...But why do I feel like they have gotten used to it?
Noticing that everyone just looked at the "world" with admiration and had no doubts, Alice felt deeply confused about her image in the Tarot Club.

She decided to correct her image.

"Mr. World," Alice said, trying to look serious and dignified, "I think you should respect me a little sometimes."

She obviously failed. Although she tried hard to imitate the feeling brought by Amyrius, it only revealed a kind of discordant funny feeling on her. Klein suppressed his laughter and manipulated the "world" to say:
“Ms. Destiny, I don’t think this expression and action suits you.

“That kind of serious expression doesn’t suit you. If you want to appear more dignified and intimidating to mortals, you just need to stay as you are.

"I believe that a human-like existence like you would scare everyone."

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Alice said to the "world":
"The Hunter Path should be sorry to lose such a good seedling like you.

"No, it should be said that you are lucky not to have chosen this path... Otherwise, you would have been beaten to death before you became a 'provocateur' because of your excellent provocative ability."

"Is this a compliment?" The World continued.

Alice was silent for a longer time this time before she raised her hand and said, "Let's talk alone."

Although he guessed that Alice might say something shocking again, Klein still blocked out the others and looked at Alice.

Alice sneered and said to him:

"Before, when Amon said that I was suitable to be a 'provocateur', I asked Him the same question...

"Tell me, is it possible that Amon likes me and thinks I am...

"Your stand-in?"

After saying this, she gave Klein a bright and brilliant smile. (End of this chapter)