Mystery: Lucky One

This wording... Alice paused and glanced at Klein suspiciously.

He wants me to beat her up... Alice frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and looked at the liquor in her arms, not knowing what to do with it.

Alice suddenly had a brilliant idea. She quickened her pace, walked to Cattleya, and handed the bottle forward.

Cattleya took the bottle hesitantly, but before she could say anything, the bottle exploded in her hand, spilling the wine all over her.

“I didn’t ask you to do this, did I?” Alice tilted her head and asked after making sure Klein was standing on the deck.

Fortunately, it seems that she is just a little angry... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she could still look Alice in the eye.

——Alice, who possesses uniqueness, can initially conceal her own peculiarities. No one, not even an angel, and not even someone in authority, can see the power of the "Key of Light" in her without her consent.

This meant that Cattleya could look directly at her with relative safety if allowed, without the need for the seal of gray fog.

This also means that if she angers Alice, Alice might let her watch something exciting...

Cattleya took a deep breath, smiled, and replied apologetically:

"I'm sorry, uh..."

She paused suddenly, realizing that she had no idea how to address Alice other than "Miss Fortune."

At this time, Klein stepped forward, took off his hat, saluted, and said calmly:

“Good evening, ma’am.

"You can call it Alice."

As he was saluting, the purple in Cattleya's eyes retracted, and she caught a glimpse of the four magical items and dozens of extraordinary artifacts or spiritual charms on Gehrman Sparrow's body.

She shifted her gaze to look at Alice, who was called the "0" level seal, and found that she raised her leg and kicked Gehrman Sparrow hard.

...?
"You can call her Alice." Cattleya heard German Sparrow quickly change his words while she was puzzled.

……No wonder.

Cattleya chose to ignore this matter. She nodded and said:
"Good evening, Mr. Sparrow."

After a pause, she turned to Alice again and called out tentatively:
"Miss Alice..."

Alice shuddered, turned her head and muttered:

"Why don't you just call me Alice?"

Cattleya felt like she had a little understanding of how to get along with Alice. She stopped talking and smiled at Alice.

"Ok."

Then she turned and led them into the cabin.

At this time, the "Future" that had stopped set sail again, drew a long arc on the sea, and headed eastward along the whaling route. The tense atmosphere in the port of Nas dissipated.

A series of glances from the sailors were cast at her. Alice blinked, looked at Klein and then at Cattleya, grabbed Cattleya's robe, which was obviously easier to catch, and hid behind her.

“…?” Cattleya’s back stiffened, and she looked at Klein hesitantly.

“There are fewer people than I thought,” Klein replied as if he had seen nothing.

After a moment of silence, Cattleya pretended nothing had happened and replied:

"It is very dangerous to go east of the whaling route. Only Ludwell often goes there, as if he is looking for something. "Except for the Future, no other pirate ship will go there. Similarly, most of the sailors have been put on other ships, leaving only the minimum number of people to ensure the voyage."

"What if someone dies?" Alice asked, poking her head out from behind them.

Cattleya opened her mouth and looked at Gehrman Sparrow.

“I think the minimum number here includes accidental casualties.” Klein explained to her calmly.

"What if they all die?" Alice asked.

Klein turned his head, looked at her seriously, and replied, "Then I will throw you into the sea as driftwood."

"...You're so scary." Alice silently shrank back behind Cattleya.

“Continue.” Klein said to Cattleya, who had stopped walking, without changing his expression.

…It seems that he can really control Miss Fate.

Cattleya was stunned by this skilled response. She led them to the cabin entrance in silence.

Waiting here was a man wearing overalls and a white shirt. He was about thirty years old, with a strong physique and thick sweat hair, so that his exposed forearms looked like they were covered with a brown sweater.

Alice stared at his arm and asked him before anyone else spoke:
"Hello.

"Can I pull one out?"

...?
Cattleya couldn't help but turn her head to look at Alice, but she stopped halfway and looked at Gehrman Sparrow.

The man did not notice the hidden meaning behind Cattleya's strange attitude. He laughed and stretched out his strong arm and replied:

"I'm Frank Lee, the first officer of the Future.

"If you're curious, you can try pulling one out."

Frank Lee, the "toxin expert" worth 7000 pounds... Alice blinked and compared his face with the wanted poster.

"Good evening," she replied with sparkling eyes, her attention completely diverted from her sweat hair.

Frank Lee withdrew his right arm and continued with a smile:

“You seem to know me? Yes, a photo of me was once posted on my wanted poster.

"Don't mind the 'toxin expert', I'm a very friendly person, as long as I don't have to deal with those damn guys!
"My biggest hobby is studying soil, crops and hybridization techniques. Believe me, this is the future of mankind."

Alice paused suspiciously, looked at Cattleya hesitantly, and then said:

"Are you the one who was brought to trial by the Church of the Mother Earth?"

"Oh!" Frank Lee's expression suddenly became sad and angry. "I just tried to cross bulls, cows and wheat so that calves could grow like wheat, and I was almost brought to trial by the people of the Mother Goddess Church. Merciful Mother, they didn't really understand your will at all!"

"Let the calf grow out of the ground like wheat..." Alice muttered to herself, and suddenly felt that she had misunderstood this kind-hearted man. "Why do you limit your vision to cows? Why don't you consider chicken leg trees, steak trees, ice cream trees... Ugh!"

Klein covered Alice's mouth, ignored her angry look, and said to Frank Lee:

"Good evening, I am German Sparrow."

"...Good evening." Frank Lee looked at the two of them hesitantly, somewhat unsure whether he should continue talking. (End of this chapter)