Mystery: Lucky One

This adjective is both appropriate and not so appropriate. Amon used the word "human-like" to describe her because there is an essential difference between her and humans.

Not only can she not understand humans, she is not really human.

But Winfred - Winfred should be a human being.

But how could a normal person have a smooth conversation with her?
Alice stroked her chin and opened the letter to read its contents.

"

Ms. Rose:

A guest came to my manor these days.

She claimed to know the secret I was looking for - oh, I forgot to mention that I bought two pages of Roselle's notes from the previous channel, which made me discover something.

I have seen other people's copies of Rosell's notes, including my own, and most of them look like crude imitations, with not only large fonts but also a messy and stiff overall look.

But the symbols on these three pages of notes are very neat, and the style of the symbols is unified, giving a consistent overall sense of rhythm.

I suspect that whoever wrote these pages seemed to recognize the notation used by Russell.

And just at this moment, a customer suddenly came to me and told me that she...well, what did she say?

She said she could help me uncover the veil of fate and break free from the shackles of the cage...

Sounds really fun, doesn't it?

So I asked her, what should I do? She replied...

It’s too complicated, I can’t remember it, it seemed like something about the gears of fate... Anyway, the key point is those three pages of notes.

I immediately thought of you, Miss Rose. Do you know the origin of the following two pages of notes? Were they also put into your house by that abominable thief?
"

Alice closed the envelope and fell into deep thought.

The first image that popped into Alice's mind about the guy who seemed to be speaking in riddles in the description was Sylvia holding "Cassandra" - a "swindler" who pretended to be a "prophet" to swindle people.

Alice actually didn't have much motivation to explore this matter because...it felt like it wasn't the right time.

It was a wonderful feeling. She had a premonition that she and "Cassandra" would officially meet one day in the future, and she would find out the truth of it all, but now was not the time.

This resulted in Alice having no motivation...well, she has never had no motivation.

In fact, what Alice cares about in this letter is - no one told her that there are such hidden dangers in copying the diary and selling it!
Alice had never seen Russell's notes copied by others, but this letter from Winfred made Alice realize something.

——When a person does not know a language, the so-called copying may be closer to "drawing" than writing.

People who copied Russell's diary were actually just "drawing" it according to the strokes. Unfortunately, when Alice copied Russell's notes, she didn't consider this issue at all. She was just writing a language she was familiar with.

Her handwriting is still far from calligraphy, but every stroke is neat and clear - Hengshui style, anyone who understands it will understand.

Whether this can be called beautiful or not is not the question for now, but it is definitely better looking than what Rosel wrote, and the style is even completely different from Rosel's.

Old Neil had discovered that the Russell notebook was actually a diary. Alice recognized human wisdom and did not doubt the possibility of this happening. The world is so big, there must be a few smart people, and obviously, Miss Winfred is one of them.

Alice frowned and finally decided to go and "visit" Winfred Gregory.

Although she could still recall the address of the manor from her memory, Alice did not just go there - Winfred might not be there, right?
Unknown to Alice, Alice decided to find Winfred through the letter.

When she saw the familiar manor in the picture, Alice lowered her head and wondered why she was wasting her time.

...I'm so annoyed, I'm going to eat some ice cream to comfort myself.

The taste is good, but the best is actually the ice cream from Miss Justice...

Alice came to this conclusion after licking the last bite of her ice cream, and then let out a long sigh.

Backlund's social peak season is still a long way off... or...

Alice paused, seriously considering whether it was possible for Amon to steal some ice cream for her.

"No, forget it," Alice muttered to herself, "Based on the address at the beginning of my last letter, I suspect there will be a time worm mixed in my ice cream..."

She wasn't really worried about Amon parasitizing her. After all, except for the first time they met, Amon had no hobby of parasitizing her casually. He just liked to steal things from her thoughts... maybe he doesn't like to steal so much now.

Alice's eyes wandered for a moment, she kicked the stones on the ground and encouraged herself:
"Okay, let's continue doing what we were doing. Come on, Alice... No, wait, that sounds weird."

This statement was a bit too childish. Alice, who thought she was mature, could not accept such a childish thing. She shook her head, gave up the idea, and prepared to go find Winfred.

She certainly didn't play the game of suddenly appearing next to Winfred - obviously, they were not that familiar with each other yet.

In fact, there aren't many people Alice would do this to, such as Klein, Amon, and the goddess... No, let's forget about the goddess.

Alice drew the goddess who refused to turn into a wolf for her to touch out of the circle, and then began to wonder what Klein was doing.

Anyway, there was no rush for Winfred's matter. Alice rolled her eyes and hid her body to appear near Klein.

Dear Mr. Fool, I am also cleaning the toilet today!

Alice watched Klein clean a toilet skillfully and quickly with an expression of amazement. She realized that the torture Klein had gone through during this period was probably far beyond her imagination.

Seeing the sweat dripping down Klein's face, Alice turned her head and glanced out the window.

The climate in Backlund in March was far from being hot. It was still early spring, and the weather could only be said to have just escaped the coldness of late winter. There was still a slight chill in the early morning and at night.

Therefore, Alice realized that while she was wandering around doing nothing, Klein must have been working extremely hard to sweat.

He works so hard... Alice looked at the sweat on Klein's face with concern. After a moment of thought, she rewound the scene back to the time before Klein started working.

At a certain moment, Klein felt that the fatigue in his body disappeared, and he regained his energy as when he woke up in the morning. The only problem was that the work he had worked so hard to complete... disappeared!

"Alice!!!" Klein roared with full energy. (End of this chapter)