Mystery: Lucky One

Although he knew that the true "prophet" role-playing method would definitely not be just this superficial, Klein couldn't help but feel terrified.

...Will Alice always talk like this from now on? !
Klein carefully imagined the scene of Alice speaking in a black robe, and a vivid picture immediately popped up in his mind. Everything seemed to be in perfect harmony.

Of course, because in the image that Klein imagined, when Alice lifted the hem of her robe while walking, underneath was the flowery skirt that he wore on his birthday...

——She might pretend to be like that occasionally, but she would never become that kind of person from the bottom of her heart.

They began to look at each other with worried eyes. After a while, Alice murmured to herself:
"If there is a living 'Prophet'... no, a living 'Mercury Snake', I can ask him."

A living 'Mercury Snake'... Klein was stunned and instantly thought of someone:

"Will Auceptin?"

"…First, do you think He could tell me?" Alice rolled her eyes. "Second, if you mean memory, unfortunately, my memory is not even continuous."

The intermittent sleeping and waking up, with a huge time span in between, caused serious gaps in Alice's memory, and she was simply unable to sort out much useful information from it.

Being able to infer the beginning and end of the matter, as well as the final development of their relationship, was already the result of her best efforts. Acting method... unless in the fragment she remembered, Will Auceptin was explaining the acting method to her, otherwise it would be impossible, right?

Alice pinched her brows, glanced at Klein, and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Fool, if the requirements for playing the role of 'prophet' are really like this, then you are done."

After saying this, Alice returned to the real world without waiting for Klein's answer.

Although she was anxious to pay the outstanding payment, Alice did not write to Bernadette.

——Alice, who has no memory and is confused, can ask strangers for help at will, but Miss Fate at the Tarot Club is a deity who has already taken back some of her authority.

She shouldn't and couldn't ask for help from Bernadette, who was only a demigod.

If, if it really doesn't work, then try to see if the stealth effect can defend against the "Hidden Sage"... Well, in that case, why don't I just go find the goddess directly?

The new alternative was successfully included by Alice.

Putting aside two relatively important things for the moment, Alice began to think about what she should do next.

She came to the "Golden Dream" because she didn't know what to do and didn't know what the main ingredients of the potion were. Now that she knew the information about the main ingredients of the potion, the next step should be to collect the ingredients...

The first thing is to find out the location... Uh, why didn't she ask at the Tarot Club just now?
Alice was lost in thought.

Never mind, it's not a big deal, it's only a week, I can just sleep it off...

Alice shook her head and continued to think with a frown.

Get some information, then go there, and then hunt by yourself or find someone to hunt... I understand, I need to make money!
Alice discovered the true meaning of life.

She stopped and looked at the casino on the roadside. The outrageous statement of "winning a casino" not long ago echoed in her mind again.

…Can she really not do this?

Dangerous thoughts were stirring in Alice's mind, nailing her feet to the spot. She was salivating at the sign of the casino when an acquaintance walked out. Her one-sided acquaintance.

He had the familiar black hair and blue eyes, but he was no longer wearing a formal suit. He didn't know where his new coat came from, it was a local custom in Bayam, and it looked a bit worn.

His expression was not the nervousness of the first time, nor the excitement of the second time, but a kind of annoyance - when Alice saw him come out, she turned around and spat at the casino.

He probably lost money.

So... who is he? What makes them run into each other again and again?
Alice frowned as she looked at this stranger whom she had met three times by chance. Her eyes flickered slightly as she approached him silently.

She remained in stealth mode, so no one noticed her, including her target.

An unknown smell came into Alice's nostrils with the wind, among which Alice could distinguish the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat.

It was obvious that the smell came from this man. He must have been in the casino for quite some time and even picked up the smell.

Alice thought for a moment, and conjured up a long black wizard robe that covered herself from head to toe. She also conjured up a black veil on her face, revealing only a pair of clear blue eyes.

Afterwards, Alice lowered her head to look at the overly monotonous black robe, recalling the faint silver runes she saw in the book that day, and added some special effects to the ordinary wizard robe.

She followed the man quietly until he turned into a slightly secluded alley. Alice then appeared at the end of the alley, leaning against the wall.

She looked at the man, and his changes from winning to losing money in the past period flashed by. Alice did not deliberately change her voice, and spoke slowly in her voice that still had a hint of childishness:

"Poor child... a shadow has cast a shadow over your fate. You must have lost a lot during this time."

"Cassandra? You, you're back?" He raised his lowered head and shouted with surprise.

Cassandra...?
Alice frowned slightly, and she instantly realized the reason why they met again and again - this man knew a guy who called herself "Cassandra".

Is this story too widespread, or... the "Cassandra" I met is actually the same one? Or maybe, in some special groups, this name has a special meaning...

Thinking of the prophet Cassandra in the story who was cursed and distrusted, and eventually died because of her own prophecy, and then thinking of the possible problems with the high-sequence "Destiny" pathway, Alice frowned even more tightly.

Fortunately, the shadow of the hood also concealed her exposed eyebrows and eyes, hiding her furrowed brows. In addition, her body was half turned sideways, so the man did not notice that she was moved by these words.

If someone used Cassandra to refer to something... Alice instantly recalled the honorific name:

"Cassandra's Vision,

"Look into the eyes of despair,

"A traveler seeking hope."

Why are they eyes staring at despair, and why are they travelers searching for hope?
What did the owner of that honorable name see in the long river of fate that made him write such an honorable name for himself? (End of this chapter)