Mystery: Lucky One

Alice stepped back as she spoke, and when Ouroboros responded, she ran away without hesitation.

Alice didn't even have the mood to comment on the architectural design of this sanctuary. She just wanted to run outside - what if the "real creator" got so angry that he got up?

After all, judging from the situation of the Aurora Society, the True Creator probably doesn’t have much brains… No, no, I can’t think about it anymore!

Alice suppressed her blasphemous thoughts in time and continued to run.

……

In the evening, the "Future" arrived at the port of Tuscat Island and forcibly docked at the pier.

Klein dressed like a Loen gentleman and left the cabin carrying a leather suitcase.

Just now, he had counted his remaining belongings and was surprised to find that he had more than 1 pounds in cash. Anderson still owed him 7000 pounds. He also had seven Sequence 4 Doom Charms on him. Looking at the "Fighter" Beyonder characteristic worth 700 pounds, Klein inexplicably felt a little dull.

Just 700 pounds!
His complacency only lasted for a moment. The good habits he had developed over a long period of time made Klein cautious again, and he began to calculate what he could do with the money.

The abilities of the "Master of Secret Dolls" are flexible and varied, and his life-saving abilities and functionality are very strong. As long as he finds the right secret doll, his attack power is not a problem. Moreover, with Alice's help, he did not waste the "Fire Gloves", and actually did not lack means of attack.

Klein carefully examined himself and was surprised to find that he had not purchased any more items. Right now, the most important thing to him was the Sequence 4 potion formula.

I'll write to Mr. Azik and ask him later. Also, I can try divination...

By the way, I still have a share of bicycles in Backlund. After the smog incident, Backlund began to pay attention to environmental protection. I wonder how much the share price has increased now...

With cash and a share with great potential, I have become a wealthy man. In fact, as far as the current situation is concerned, I can live a life without worries about food and clothing. I don't need to work hard for promotion anymore, and I can hand over Ince Zangwill to Alice...

Klein suddenly realized that if he no longer considered the hometown that he was almost certain to never return to, and no longer tried to explore the truth of "time travel", everything he had seemed to be enough to support him to live a life without worries about food and clothing.

The goddess probably knew about his resurrection. As long as this matter was resolved, he could even go back and reunite with Benson and Melissa and live a happy, beautiful and ordinary life...

Klein was carrying his suitcase as he walked with a complicated mind. Cattleya asked Anderson beside him:

"Are you getting off here, or going somewhere else?"

Anderson smiled immediately when he thought of Gehrman Sparrow's imminent departure, that this was a pirate ship, and that he had hunted many pirates.

"Right here."

"You can pay the ship's fare now." Cattleya replied as she looked at the spare clothes Anderson had borrowed from the pirates.

"Okay." Anderson did not hide his distressed expression and reached out to pull off an ordinary button in the middle of his shirt.

He handed it over reluctantly and said:
"This is my only remaining harvest in that sea area, from the corpse of a Loen military explorer.

"I don't know its original name. I can only call it based on its displayed ability and the name of the corresponding Sequence 6. Um, 'Judge'." "Its negative effect is not particularly strong, but it makes the wearer easily offend people or monsters. Maybe he will be targeted by a demigod if he is not careful."

This is not particularly strong? Oh, it is indeed not particularly strong, and it may still have a positive effect on you...

Klein, feeling relaxed, glanced at Anderson and was about to get off the boat with his suitcase.

As he stepped onto the dock at Tuscat Island, Anderson Hood leapt from the edge of the deck and landed next to him.

"Let's go have a drink? Let's celebrate that we finally left that damn sea!" The hunter invited excitedly and easily.

"Okay," Klein replied in an equally relaxed mood, "But I need to find a place to put my luggage."

They were about to leave together when a voice came from behind:

"Hermann!"

Klein shuddered when he recognized the voice coming from Frank Lee, and turned his head tensely.

The first mate of the "Future", the "toxin expert" with a bounty of 7000 pounds, stood by the side of the ship, cupped his hands to his mouth, and asked as if he was amplifying his voice:

“Where do you hang out? Where should I send my letters?
"I want to share my latest research with you, and Alice told me that if I want to write to her, it would be best if you forward it to her."

I didn't mean to share this with you...wait, you're also going to write to Alice?
Crane thought of Alice's behavior of drinking the boat milk. Although he didn't know that she had also been interested in the watermelon growing on the man's head, he still decided that the correspondence between Frank and Alice must be reviewed by him in the future.

He won't let any inappropriate information be passed on!
Thinking of this, Klein picked up a pen and quickly wrote down the summoning ceremony for his messenger. Although he was worth over ten thousand, he did not forget to mark it in the letter that the summoning ceremony required a gold coin.

With a whoosh, Klein flicked his wrist, causing the note to fly toward Frank Lee like a dart, landing accurately in his palm.

"Very good!" Frank Lee glanced at the information on the paper and waved his hand happily.

I hope he doesn't cross my messenger with a cow... Klein glanced at him, turned around and left with Anderson.

The two of them traveled together and found a hotel to store their luggage. Then, at Anderson's recommendation, Klein went into a bar with him.

"There are many pirates in the bars and brothels on Tuscat Island," Anderson said to Klein, who had just paid for his hotel room. "I think if I can get them to help me a little, I can pay you back, including the money for the meal and drinks later."

Klein glanced at him and did not respond.

The drinks and food they ordered were quickly served. Everything seemed so good. Anderson bit open the bottle cap with his teeth, gulped down a big gulp, and turned to talk to Klein.

"German... cough cough cough!" Anderson opened his mouth excitedly, but the wine accidentally entered his trachea and he couldn't help coughing violently.

cough!cough!cough!
He coughed so hard that his face turned purple. Guests at nearby tables couldn't help but look over at him. Klein reached into his pocket as if he had remembered something. Seven doom spells lay quietly there, and none of them were missing. (End of this chapter)