Mystery: Lucky One

Klein didn't say anything for a while, so Alice licked her lips, looked around, and asked curiously:
"Can something edible be produced from this?"

Under Klein's expressionless gaze, Alice lowered her head silently and turned to the third page of the diary.

"On November 28th, I dreamt of Green again.

“He was the smartest one among my subordinates. Unfortunately, he was infected by an unknown virus while exploring that nameless island and died in the foggy sea. He didn’t even leave his child behind.

“At that time, I knew that the nameless island was hiding secrets and unimaginable dangers, but I was not strong enough, so I could only endure it.

"This dream should be my spirit reminding me that I can explore the island, master its secrets, and put an end to the Green affair once and for all."

"On November 29th, I gathered three of my subordinates, and with the help of Benjamin Abraham and a period of searching, we finally found the nameless island again.

“Instead of going straight in, we decided to take a day off before going to the fringe.

Edwards said he often dreams about Greene and feels guilty for not being able to save him.

"'This is not your fault, this is my problem,' I said to Edwards, because I was their leader."

“On November 30, we penetrated deep into the island.

“Here there exist a large number of extraordinary creatures that are said to be extinct. They gather together without fighting, as if worshiping something.

"Such a group of extraordinary creatures with little intelligence seem to be holding some kind of ritual!
“Are they praying to an unknown god?

"During the ceremony, I saw Green..."

"Extinct extraordinary creatures and dead people..." Alice frowned thoughtfully, "Resurrection? No, that doesn't sound right. It's better to say that they are contaminated than resurrected. We usually call this "not being able to rest in peace after death..."

Klein understood Alice's thoughts from her mumblings and asked her:
"You think those extinct extraordinary creatures and the resurrected Grimm are the same thing?"

Alice nodded and said:

"After all, before they become extinct extraordinary creatures, they are first dead extraordinary creatures, right?"

Klein nodded in agreement. He had no objection to this. Perhaps it was difficult to draw more conclusions from the few clues available. He then asked:
"What are you going to do to Emlyn?"

"Ah..." Alice reached out and patted her head, "To be honest, I haven't really thought about it."

Klein gave up communicating with her and said in a tough tone, "...You know what I'm going to say, right?"

It was just a few words. Alice knew the answer. She curled her lips and said unhappily:

"I know. I won't let your Tarot Club lose a member for no reason. Don't worry, Mr. Fool."

This didn't sound like a nice thing to say. Klein didn't feel relieved by this, but he knew that when Alice played, she would at least be careful not to kill anyone. As for other things... Alice probably didn't bother to care.

Forget it. I can’t expect too much from her. I’ll just pay more attention to her later. If it doesn’t work, I’ll bring her back to “reboot” and let Miss Justice provide psychological treatment... Klein sighed and finally reminded:

"You won't let this involve the vampires, right?"

Alice knew the seriousness of this, so she nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't give you away!"

I don’t think that’s what I meant… Klein looked at her helplessly and pointed out the key to the problem:

"What does it matter whether you confess or not? Many people know that you are my angel. Even if you don't say anything, others will think that I asked you to do it, or at least I acquiesced."

Alice frowned and thought. During her silence, Klein asked again:
"What about that material you mentioned, that 'fragment of the prophecy'?"

Alice wasn't too surprised that Klein asked this question. She spread her hands and explained the main purpose of this material:
"The full name should be 'All the Fragments of a Shattered Prophecy'. This is... this is the auxiliary material for my 'Chaos Walker' potion.

"Although I always have a fear that I will swallow the extraordinary characteristics of a 'prophet' now."

Klein did not comment on Alice's guess. He had no knowledge of rhetoric in this area. He just frowned and said to Alice:
"To be honest, the name of this material sounds just like your promotion ceremony. It's confusing and incomprehensible."

“Really?” Alice looked at Klein with anger in her eyes. “I don’t know what it’s talking about at all!”

Indeed, Klein agreed with Alice on this point. He patted Alice soothingly and said to her:
"Maybe this isn't your problem. When I get my Sequence 4 potion formula, I might complain about the weird rituals and ingredients like you."

Alice looked at him with resentment and sighed again:
"I'm just afraid of another outcome..."

"What?" Klein asked doubtfully.

“I’m afraid…” Alice recalled the Chaos Walker’s promotion ceremony with an inexplicable look on her face. “I’m afraid you’ll find out that your ceremony is designed specifically for you… or rather, this extraordinary path is designed specifically for you.”

She paused, her eyes passed Klein and fell on the rolling gray fog in the distance, and she murmured in a low voice:
"Tell me, if that's the case, then was I born for the Extraordinary Path, or was the Extraordinary Path born for me?"

This is indeed a terrifying idea. Klein took a breath and said with a wry smile, "It seems that you have a better talent for telling horror stories than the Emperor."

"Of course." Alice immediately became proud and even puffed out her chest.

This made Klein inexplicably want to laugh. He reached out and touched Alice's golden head, then cut off her network cable as she stared at him angrily.

After being touched on the head, Alice returned to the real world, jumped up angrily, stamped her feet, and sat back down.

"Maybe I should go get the white sail I ordered..." She muttered, glancing at the sun outside the window.

……

Alan took the opportunity to check on Selina's ward to visit his wife Wilma.

He walked outside the ward and was about to push the door open when he heard Selina's voice coming from inside:
"…If you are worried about the condition of the baby in your belly, maybe you can seek peace of mind through divination? But, unfortunately, my magic mirror divination has never been successful… No, it was successful once, but…"

Divination… ?
Alan paused, but he did not go in immediately to interrupt the conversation. Instead, he continued to listen outside the door with his ears perked up.

But Selina's voice was still interrupted. Wilma inside the door made a slight "hiss", which made Alan couldn't help but step in immediately.

Selina shut up tactfully and said nothing more, while Alan walked to Velma and asked with concern:
"what happened?"

"It's okay..." Velma shook her head and touched her abdomen, "It's just that the child kicked me."

Allen was worried, so he helped Wilma lie down. After seeing that Wilma looked normal, he started his work and asked about Selina's recovery. As for the interrupted conversation just now, of course he couldn't hear it. ...

Backlund, in a certain station of the Aurora Society.

Ouroboros put down the paintbrush in his hand, took a few steps back, and looked calmly at the newly completed painting on the wall.

The picture is all white, and from the layout you can see a bed and a woman who looks weak but happy on the bed.

There were a few people standing nearby, holding a silver baby in their arms. Ouroboros's sights were fixed on the baby.

"Will Auceptin..." He repeated, a hint of doubt flashing across his eyes.

……

Alice successfully got the white sail.

She was satisfied to see that on the two pieces of white cloth on the wooden stick, one had "Iron Mouth and Straight Forward Judgment" embroidered in black thread, and the other had "Avoiding Disasters and Relieving Misfortunes" embroidered in black thread.

Take this and find a suitable overpass, and she will be a qualified fortune teller.

No, I also need a piece of cloth to cover my eyes... Alice shook the stick in her hand and thought of this again.

It wasn't difficult, but when she did it, she remembered the first meal she had with Klein. She had covered her eyes with a piece of cloth, and she realized that eating with a blindfold was not a good idea.

Alice chose to cover her eyes with a white cloth. She rolled her eyes inside the cloth and immediately came up with a good idea.

She walked out of the house openly holding the white sail, and walked into a restaurant on the street at random under people's strange gazes.

Under the curious gaze of the customers in the store, Alice did not bump into any table the whole time. She walked accurately to a table near the inside, placed the white sail next to the table, and then reached out and picked up the menu on the table.

A professionally trained waiter quickly came to her side, holding a pen and a notebook, and leaned over to ask:

"What would you like to eat?"

Alice pretended to look at the menu. She patiently flipped through the menu from the first page to the last. She didn't hear any laughter, so she put the menu down in surprise, turned her head, and looked the waiter in the eye. She asked curiously:
"Why don't you smile?"

"It is very rude to laugh at guests, miss," the waiter replied.

So Alice withdrew her gaze in boredom, opened the menu again, pointed out and read out the food she wanted one by one. She felt a hint of obvious surprise in the waiter's eyes, and then she was satisfied.

Alice, in a good mood, put down the menu, leaned back in her chair, turned her head and said to the waiter:
"Maybe I should give you a gift... a piece of luck, or... well, maybe I can do a divination for you?"

She instinctively felt that she should say something like "tell a fortune", but after a little thought, Alice realized that there might be no synonym for this thing in Loenese. If she had to say it, the synonym might be "perform a divination".

So she had no choice but to say so. The waiter did not laugh at her, nor did he agree with her. He just shook his head and said:

"Miss, I have work to do."

Then he put away his notebook and prepared to leave Alice's desk.

Alice was quite dissatisfied when she realized this. She said to the waiter with anger of being distrusted:

"Good, now it's doom."

The waiter didn't take it seriously and turned away.

The person who served Alice the food was not the same waiter. He seemed to be only responsible for taking orders. While Alice was waiting, he completed the orders of several tables of guests and nothing unusual happened.

But Alice was not in a hurry. She cut a piece of black pepper steak, took a sip of apple juice, and enjoyed her food slowly.

When the meal was almost over, another table of guests walked in. The waiter still went forward to greet them and prepared to take orders as usual.

The guest seemed to be making things difficult for her. Alice heard him recite almost all the dishes on the menu at a very fast speed. The waiter was frantically writing down the dishes. After writing for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak out:

"Could you please repeat that?"

Alice pricked up her ears.

The guests at that table were really rude and scolded the waiter loudly for this, but what could he do? This was his job.

The waiter could only lower his head and swallow his anger. When the customer kindly repeated his order, he quickly picked up his notes and wrote it down.

After repeating this several times, the plot became a bit boring. Alice was ready to eat faster and finish the meal quickly. She didn't want to continue watching the waiter being scolded. At this time, the words of the guests at the table also announced the end of the story:

"Have you remembered it?"

The waiter nodded hurriedly to indicate that he had made note of it. Alice stuffed the last piece of steak into her mouth without interest, and picked up the apple juice, ready to drink it all in one gulp.

Then she heard the key to the whole story:

"I don't want any of that."

"Poof!" Alice spat the steak into the juice cup.

With mixed feelings, she tore off the white cloth on her face and looked at the guests at that table, including the waiter.

The waiter looked incredulous. Then, as if he remembered something, he looked in Alice's direction and happened to meet Alice's unconcealed smile.

Alice looked back at him calmly. She winked at the waiter, waved her hand, and shouted:
"Bill, please!"

The clear voice was very conspicuous even in the noisy restaurant. Someone immediately noticed this side and came over to pay the bill and clean the table, just blocking the waiter's sight.

After paying the bill, Alice stood up with her things in her hand. She glanced at the white sail in her hand and said to herself:
"Which bridge should we go to..."

This was a question that she didn't intend to get an answer from anyone. Alice simply shifted her gaze slightly and began to search for her target spiritually.

——Of course, this kind of question should be decided by divination. (End of this chapter)