Mystery: Lucky One

Yes, there definitely is.

But from Alice’s description, she was probably not in any safe place at the time... Is there any safe place in the “Land Forsaken by God”?

Klein's knowledge of the "God-Forsaken Land" came only from Derrick's description. In his impression, it was a place full of dangers.

What's more, Alice left behind bad luck but not the spell to remove it. When he asked about it, the answer she gave was to go to church, which was very telling.

She hadn't planned on making this spell at all.

However, Anderson's continued bad luck was indeed a problem, and Klein had thought about how to solve it last night.

After all, we can't let Alice accidentally kill Anderson...

Looking at Anderson's pitiful appearance, Klein said to him:

"I have a magical item that may be able to solve the current problem."

Anderson's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "What is it!"

He seemed to be really worried that he would fall to death if he stepped out of this door because his left foot stepped on his right foot... No, it's not that easy for Beyonders to fall to death, right? Uh, wait, it doesn't seem to be necessarily true...

Although he had not personally seen Megose, who fell to her death on her weapon, and the courier who brought Alice the "Lucky One" extraordinary characteristic, Klein was also deeply impressed by them.

——It turns out that it might not be so uncommon for Extraordinary people to fall to their death.

Klein glanced at Anderson and introduced the extraordinary item:

“It is recreated from a magical item called the ‘Get Rich Accessory’, which currently has no name.

“It looks like a monocle. When you wear it, you can accumulate luck when you are unlucky. When you face fatal danger, the accumulated luck will come into play.

“However, it can make the wearer become distracted and easily lose focus, making it difficult to concentrate even during the time when the wearer is not distracted.

“It should be suitable for your current situation, but I can’t guarantee that you won’t lose this item due to bad luck. If that happens, even if you don’t die due to bad luck, its owner will most likely not let you go.

“Oh, I’m not talking about me, in fact, you’ve met its owner, and she’s left you with bad luck.

"Well, have you made up your mind? Do you want to rent this magical item? If you plan to rent it, then..."

Klein stopped talking and asked Anderson, who was filled with anxiety and expectation:

"What price are you going to pay?"

The origin of this extraordinary item made Anderson hesitate for a moment, but after a brief ideological struggle, Anderson still made a decision. He said to Klein:

"...1500 pounds. I can pay 1500 pounds in rent. This is all I can take out for now."

"Oh? 1500 pounds?" Klein showed an interested expression.

Anderson smiled relaxedly under his gaze and replied with a smug look:
“Haha, after I separated from you yesterday, I found a dozen pirates. They were all very kind. They either contributed their wallets to me or lent me their characteristics and brains.

"In just one night, I earned 1600 pounds. I really love this pirate paradise!
"However, I have to keep 100 pounds to buy a boat ticket back to the Misty Sea, so I can only pay you 1500 pounds."

Earned 1600 pounds in one night? Not only are there many pirates in Toscat, but they are also very valuable, or very rich? Klein suddenly wanted to stay in this port city for a few more days.

This thought only lasted for a moment. Klein soon realized that the pirates that could be seen everywhere had most likely been dealt with by Anderson. He felt a little frustrated, so he comforted himself in his heart:

It doesn't matter, the money he earns will eventually be given to me, I don't envy him at all, I don't feel jealous at all...

After adjusting his mood, Klein asked Anderson indifferently:

"Doing this kind of thing in a pirate's paradise, don't you think you'll be retaliated against?"

Anderson said nonchalantly:

"What is there to worry about? Even if they are subordinates of the pirate general, I am not afraid.

"Haha, I believe you feel the same way. If they are the Four Kings' men, it won't be a big problem. We are about to leave, and it will take time for the message to be passed on. By then, I don't know how many ships and identities I will have changed!"

This… is he cursing himself… Klein thought of Alice’s outspoken words that came true, and glanced at him with pity.
"make a deal."

Anderson took out a thick stack of Suler bills mixed in, handed it to Klein, and said with a smile:

"Haha, this is 300 pounds. The remaining 1200 pounds will be paid later, when the bounty and special money come in. Don't worry, they will definitely come in today, and the amount is not large."

Then, he looked at Klein with eyes full of expectation.

Klein, who was considerate of his character, only roughly counted the money and stuffed it into his wallet and pockets. He said without emotion:
"Hold on."

Then, Klein returned to the room and took out the monocle.

As he handed the monocle to Anderson, he ordered without emotion: "Go buy two tickets to Oravi tomorrow."

He did not specifically tell Anderson to change his appearance to buy it, because he believed that the person in front of him was a mature hunter who must be experienced.

It was like he had 100 percent faith in Alice's spiritual intuition and luck - otherwise they would have been beaten to death long ago.

"Okay." Anderson picked up the monocle and was about to put it on his right eye. "Would you like to go downstairs for breakfast? It's my treat."

“…Don’t wear it on your right eye!” Klein stopped him hastily.

"Why?" Anderson stopped in confusion.

Klein did not explain in detail, but said vaguely: "...In short, don't wear the monocle on your right eye."

Although Anderson felt that Gehrman Sparrow's behavior was somewhat inexplicable, he still cautiously gave up his previous plan, put on the monocle on his left eye, and then pointed to the ground and repeated what he had just said:

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast together?"

Klein nodded and did not refuse.

After going down to the first floor, the two walked towards a table by the window. On the way, they met a waiter carrying a white glazed porcelain cup and a teaspoon. When the two sides just crossed each other, the waiter's eyes suddenly became dazed, and he picked up the teaspoon and thrust it into Anderson's throat without warning.

Although Anderson was surprised, his reaction was not slow at all. He immediately leaned back and avoided the thundering attack.

boom!
The hotel owner not far away suddenly fired a shot, shooting at Anderson's dodging body.

"What am I doing?" After the gunshot, the boss whispered with fear and confusion on his face.

When the gunshot rang out, Anderson was about to dodge, but he was suddenly dazed and his movement paused slightly. The bullet passed through his hip, leaving four bullet holes.

Klein, who didn't understand the situation, had already jumped to the other side, activated his spiritual vision, and pulled out his revolver.

If I were to imitate Alice now, should I shout that I don't know him, or should I shout for help... Klein observed the situation through his spiritual vision and happened to see the scene where Anderson was shot.

Ah this...

At this moment, at the dining table next to Anderson, a burly man in a shirt with his sleeves rolled up threw away his knife and fork, suddenly pulled out a loaded double-barreled shotgun from under his chair, pointed it at the ground, and pulled the trigger in a condescending manner.

There was almost no time difference between his action and the hotel owner's shooting, except that he was a beat slower because there were more steps.

boom!
Amid the loud noise, Anderson dodged quickly.

The pain slightly affected Anderson's performance. His movements deviated slightly, causing his feet to hook onto a chair. He fell to the ground, and the chair hit his legs.

He took a breath and just when he thought he was dead, he found that no bullet was fired.

The gun misfired.

Before he had time to think about why this happened, Klein saw the same expression of shock and confusion on the sturdy man's face.

No, they are not the real attackers... Klein stopped trying to pull the trigger and quickly scanned the restaurant.

Seeing that his spiritual vision found nothing, he immediately pointed his left thumb at the first joint of his index finger twice and started observing the "spiritual body line".

By this time, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant had stood up in panic over the shooting and were rushing towards the exit.

When passing by the tumbling Anderson, a good-looking and elegantly dressed young lady suddenly stopped, opened the dark glass bottle tightly held in her hand, and poured the liquid inside at the strongest hunter.

Anderson almost instinctively raised his leg and kicked up the chair to block the attack of the unknown liquid.

Noisy!
The surface of the chair quickly turned black and suffered severe corrosion, and Anderson took the opportunity to jump up from the ground and regain his ability to move.

Then, the quiet and lovely lady, the gentleman holding the newspaper, the waiter in the red vest and the five-year-old child with candy on his hands all attacked Anderson in their own ways.

Flour, lit matches, fruit knives, boiling coffee, and high-concentration alcoholic beverages came one after another. It seemed that everyone in the hotel restaurant had only one goal, which was to kill Anderson!

In this extremely dangerous situation without any extraordinary abilities, Anderson, who was surrounded and unable to escape, tumbled and rolled, sometimes jumped up, sometimes kicked the table away, and sometimes ignited things in advance.

Although he was in danger many times due to his occasional distraction and suspected bad luck, he always managed to avoid fatal attacks by coincidence and did not seem to be in danger of his life.

At this time, Klein also discovered something unusual:

In the corner of the restaurant, where the seat was blocked by a decorative cabinet, there was clearly a dense and illusory black "spirit line" spreading out, but no movement could be heard.

This seemed quite abnormal in a hall filled with chaos and panic!
Was the real attacker who planned this "passerby murder" sitting right there? Judging from the confused, puzzled, terrified and flustered looks of the hotel owner, waiters and customers after they attacked Anderson, they did not become puppets. This was another level of manipulation.

Illusion, the emotional seed of the "Apostle of Desire", or in other words, another influence on the spiritual level? Klein suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately took two steps forward, knocking away a customer with cream on the corner of his mouth, opening a passage for Anderson.

The strongest hunter immediately rolled out of the encirclement from this direction and ran back to the second floor of the hotel with Klein. He leaned against the wall at the corner of the stairs and gasped for breath.

"Has my ability to provoke reached this point? Even an ordinary citizen I don't know wants to beat me to death and takes action? Hiss..." As Anderson spoke, he pulled the injury on his right rib and almost screamed out.

This is bad luck... Fate doesn't always make people die in strange ways, such as choking to death or falling to death...

Sometimes, fate will make you inadvertently provoke people you cannot afford to offend, or encounter enemies you cannot defeat... So does Alice really have no frontal attack power?

After witnessing what happened to Anderson, Klein had the same doubts as Anderson.

As his thoughts turned, Klein looked at Anderson again.

Based on the situation just now, he quickly picked out the most similar one from the several possibilities he had just thought of - a Sequence 4 "Manipulator" who was suspected to belong to the "Audience" pathway.

It was obvious that among the pirates Anderson hunted last night, there was a high probability that this "manipulator" had his pawns, so today, the demigod from the "audience" path came to the door.

Hiss, just looking at Miss Justice, I can’t imagine that the audience at Sequence 4 is so, so… Well, in fact, when Alice was at Sequence 7, she was also…

Alice was obviously full of resentment about this matter, and after learning about the abilities of the "Lucky One", Klein quickly understood where Alice's resentment came from.

——So far, he has never seen a Sequence 7 ability that only has one ability to improve luck.

Many times in the past, he had thought about the use of this ability. Now it seems...it's hard to say what use luck is, but bad luck should be really dangerous anyway.

Klein stopped thinking, controlled his expression, looked at Anderson, and said indifferently:
“It should be that one or some pirates last night were behind the hidden demigod of this island.

"Do you think a Mid-Sequence Beyonder could do what I just did?"

“I can’t be so unlucky…” Anderson’s voice gradually became smaller and smaller, and he began to mutter, “Sure enough, those guys were controlled just now, they were innocent. Luckily I didn’t fight back, otherwise I would have become the main culprit in the bloody case and be put on the bounty list! By then, I would be in big trouble and would have no choice but to become a pirate.”

Klein's mouth twitched slightly and said:

"If the person being controlled just now was a pirate with extraordinary powers, or a Substitute Punisher or priest of the Church of the Storm, how would things develop?"

"I'm already dead." Anderson spread his hands and said with enlightenment, "You mean, he didn't want to kill me, and just gave me a warning?"

Klein nodded seriously and said, "So, you still have a chance."

Facing Klein's expression, Anderson, who had already had this experience, asked tentatively:

"I... go and apologize?" (End of this chapter)