Mystery: Lucky One

After taking a bite of dried fish made from an unnamed fish that was said to come from the deep sea, Alice felt that the only drawback of this fish was that it came from the deep sea.

Not easy to catch.

She licked her lips and asked Edwina tentatively, "Normally, the right to name a fish should belong to the first person to discover it. Didn't the discoverer of this fish give it a name?"

"No." Edwina shook her head, looking completely unconcerned about what the fish she was eating was called.

Alice lowered her head to observe the fish in her hand. The knowledge she had learned could not help her determine the species of this fish. It only told her that this fish had delicate meat and a delicious taste. One bite of it was amazing...

Oh, this is tasted.

Alice licked her lips and asked Edwina, "Can I give this fish a name?"

Edwina raised her head and looked at Alice. Obviously, she was also a little curious about how Alice would name it based on her unique way of thinking.

This was tacit consent. Alice looked down at the dried fish in her hand, then raised her head and analyzed it carefully:
"Look, it comes from the deep sea and tastes delicious, so why not call it...

"Delicious deep-sea fish!" Note ①

Edwina's eyes became dazed.

"Isn't it a bad name?" Alice asked seriously.

Edwina was silent for more than ten seconds before she replied in an emotionless voice, "It's a very... very creative name."

Alice's eyes curved with laughter. She ate while muttering, "I told you, I'm good at naming..."

Edwina declined to comment.

It was not time to sleep after dinner. Alice followed Edwina out of the restaurant and asked curiously:
"What do you usually do after dinner?"

"It depends," Edwina said as she led her out of the cabin. "Generally speaking, I'll be in the collection room or reading."

Alice looked at her in surprise.

"Are you surprised?" Edwina asked back.

"Hmm..." Alice looked up at the sea that had not yet been swallowed by darkness. "Normally speaking, even if you don't participate in some games... such as playing cards, gambling, drinking, etc., you should still go to the deck for a walk and enjoy the scenery..."

Edwina was silent for two seconds, then asked, "What do you think is the scenery we see most often?"

"Uh..." Alice hesitated, "The sea?"

"Yes," Edwina nodded, "and unfortunately, the sea is the same everywhere."

"No," Alice could not help correcting, "the sea is different when there is a shipwreck."

Edwina looked at Alice with an extremely complicated look.

Alice was silent for two seconds, and instinctively raised her head to study the stars in the sky. Then she suddenly remembered the "Mother Tree of Desire". She silently lowered her head to study the patterns on the deck.

Edwina wisely did not try to reason with her and decided to write a letter to German Sparrow to tell him all these things later.

As we all know, in terms of education, both family education and school education are important.

Edwina began to change the subject:
“Normally, at this time, other people would be in the room reviewing what they learned in the morning.

“However, tomorrow night will be an exception.

"I thought you might be interested in a bonfire party? That's our way of expressing welcome."

Alice's eyes really lit up.

Then Edwina knew the answer, and she took Alice into the room arranged for her and said to her: "This is your room.

"If you want to read, I've got a book I can lend you - you won't damage it, will you?"

"I can fix it even if it's broken!" Alice said confidently.

“…How do I repair it?” Edwina remembered how Alice tore up Groselle’s Travel Notes as soon as she got it, and couldn’t help but ask.

Alice thought about it, raised her left hand, grabbed her left sleeve with her right hand, and pulled hard - with a hiss, the sleeve was torn into two pieces.

Then, Alice put down her right hand, and with the effect of "restart", the sleeves were pieced back to their original position along the original trajectory, with even the bulging folds intact.

Edwina's eyes brightened a little more. She looked at Alice and turned the words in her throat several times before she came up with the final result:

"What sequence is this ability?"

"Sequence 1." Alice explained.

Edwina's eyes darkened again and she stopped.

Alice hesitated and asked, "Do you have a book that needs repairing?"

"No," Edwina shook her head. "You must have heard of my ability to simulate what I've seen?"

"Ah," Alice suddenly realized, "I can't help you with this... I, I can show you a few more times?"

She blinked and met Edwina's gaze, and Edwina realized that she actually wanted to help sincerely.

What a child... Edwina shook her head with a hint of amusement and rejected the proposal:

"No, instead of doing this, you should consider paying attention to the class and helping me digest the potion."

“Huh?” Alice opened her eyes wide in surprise, “There’s actually a sequence for becoming a teacher!”

Anyway, I wasn't asking about her specific abilities, and it wasn't difficult for Alice to guess her method, so Edwina answered generously:

"Sequence 5 of the Reader pathway, named Mystic Tutor."

"'Reader'..." Alice repeated thoughtfully, "No wonder you like reading..."

"Do you need it?" Edwina asked.

"No... Oh, wait," Alice shook her head firmly at first, then thought for a moment and asked again, "Are there any fairy tales and novels?"

"Yes." Edwina nodded.

In fact, if she hadn't, I wouldn't have suggested that she read a book... after all, she didn't look like she could sit still and read a textbook.

Edwina sighed in her heart, raised her head and looked at Alice with bright eyes, and understood what she meant.

So a few minutes later, Alice fell into deep thought as she looked at the thick stack of books that Edwina brought over.

"Come back and ask me for it after you finish reading it." Edwina smiled gently and left the room.

Alice looked at the pile of books, stretched out her hand to gesture, and found that the pile of books could be piled from her waist to her chest.

She closed her eyes in pain and threw her body on the bed. After more than ten seconds, she opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling and muttered to herself:

"It would be nice if I could learn the knowledge in the book by eating it... Well, that won't work either, the book must taste terrible... No, that's not necessarily true..."

Alice slowly straightened up, looked at the thick pile of books with a little hesitation, and licked her lips slowly. (End of this chapter)