Mystery: Lucky One

On Monday morning, Allen went to work at the hospital as usual.

The hospital where he works is very large. In addition to various functional buildings, there is also a square for patients to relax, and there is even some greenery inside.

Before Wilma's accident, Alan would admire the surrounding scenery and greet the patients he knew when he passed by the square on his way to work every day.

However, Alan's worry about Wilma made him not want to do these things. He hurried across the square, but was stopped by an anxious female voice halfway:
"Dr. Allen!"

Alan turned his head and saw Selina with long burgundy hair trying to push the wheelchair over here. She was not very good at driving a wheelchair. Alan frowned when he saw the wheelchair swaying with her movements.

Out of professionalism, Alan stepped forward to push the wheelchair and asked:

"You have something to ask me?"

This was the only answer he could think of.

Selina nodded hastily, then looked around. After seeing that the surroundings were relatively quiet, she whispered:

"Dr. Allen, two days ago, on Friday..."

——After thinking about it for two days, Selina finally decided to tell Alan about Velma's abnormality.

She told Alan what had happened that day, and at the end she whispered to him:
"Dr. Allen, you'd better pay more attention to Ms. Wilma recently..."

Allen said nothing. He remained silent throughout the whole process. He had already pushed Selina into the hospital building. He glanced at the stairs and said to Selina in a voice that did not reveal any emotion:

"I'll find a nurse to take you back to the ward."

Selina subconsciously turned around to look at Alan's expression, but there was not much emotion on Alan's face. He just looked at her quietly, then turned around to call the nurse.

Selina opened her mouth and wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, so she just stood there in a daze and was carried upstairs by the nurse.

……

Alan returned to his office without saying a word. As an excellent surgeon, he had his own office - although it was not big.

He closed the door, then covered his face with his goose-yellow hands, slid down the door little by little, fell to the ground, and buried his head between his knees.

In the small office, whimpering sounds began to rise bit by bit, and finally turned into a hoarse roar. Alan's fist hit the ground as if to vent his emotions. Then, he stood up and murmured:
"Your honorable name..."

He had no confidence that Alice would protect his wife, and as for Will Auceptin in Velma's belly...to be honest, it looked like he couldn't protect himself.

By now, Alan has understood that among the three people who appeared in his dream, the strongest white snake is now the only one who can possibly help him.

As for other ideas, Alan is not completely without them. For example, he can go to the church for help, hoping that the God he believes in will protect him and his wife in this fight.

Maybe?

Alan sighed, knowing that this was not a good idea - something like this would definitely anger Alice and Will Auceptin.

No idea... Alan closed his eyes in pain and thought of Selina's magic mirror divination again.

During this time, he tried hard to find people who had knowledge of the occult and related deeds, and he also went to many places like divination clubs, but things were never satisfactory and he found nothing.

In the end, the magic mirror divination that Selina didn't introduce in detail turned out to be his only hope. Apart from that, his only gain might be fame in the upper class society.

——Now many people know that Dr. Allen sought help from the occult for his pregnant wife.

……

Alice had a very boring two days because she fell into a similar state as before - she didn't know what to do.

She idled around until 3 o'clock on Monday afternoon. After listening to Miss Justice's greetings, Cattleya, the Hermit, was the first to speak:

"Dear Mr. Fool, this time I have two pages of Roselle's diary."

Why isn’t there one book yet… Alice glanced at Cattleya and lowered her head again.

Klein didn't have any objections. He nodded and chuckled.

"very good."

Alice glanced at Klein, but she was reluctant to ask him right away if this was the only thing he could say.

After a brief silence, Cattleya the Hermit materialized two pages of yellow-brown paper and watched them jump into Mr. Fool’s palm as if they were traveling through the spirit world.

She watched Klein finish reading the diary and then made it disappear. Then she tilted her head and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Cattleya pushed the heavy glasses on her nose and bowed her head respectfully.

“Dear Mr. Fool, I want to know if it is possible that Emperor Roselle is still alive?”

Alice paused for a moment, and looked at the Hermit Cattleya with difficulty concealing her expression.

Regarding this issue, she and Klein have made many speculations in private. The current version is that Emperor Roselle may have given birth to a child on the moon.

The others could not hide their curiosity and looked at Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the head of the bronze table. Only Derrick the Sun was not curious. The only time he had heard of Emperor Roselle was at the Tarot Club. In fact, he didn't know this person at all. It was just that everyone was looking at him, so he followed suit.

Cattleya refrained from looking at Alice. Klein, who was sitting in the first seat, chuckled and gave an ambiguous answer:

"Maybe."

...a profiteer.

Alice glanced at Klein and did not complain about him being a profiteer again. Instead, she consoled Cattleya, the Hermit:

"It depends on whether the obstetrics and gynecology hospital on the moon is reliable enough."

"...Ah?" Cattleya made a confused sound.

"Obstetrics and gynecology hospital on the moon?" "Justice" Audrey also expressed her confusion.

The Hanged Man Alger also didn't understand this, but he didn't make any sound and only expressed his emotions with his eyes.

The "magician" Fors looked at Alice, and remembered Miss Fate's commission to find his "mother", and through the associative power of a best-selling author, he came up with an extremely unreliable guess.

Could it be that Emperor Roselle was this young lady’s former “mother”…?
Without anyone saying anything, Magician Fors was the first to reject the idea.

Emlyn the Moon also opened his mouth, but he said nothing. Instead, he seriously considered whether this sentence might have other deeper meanings.

For example, the moon she refers to and the moon I understand are not actually the same... ?
As for the "Sun" Derrick, he looked at the "Moon" Emlyn with a hesitant expression.

A few seconds later, Emlyn the Moon yelled:
"Look what I'm doing!"

"Sun" Derrick sincerely apologized: "Sorry, I haven't seen the real moon, I've only seen you..." "Moon" Emlyn was choked by these words, as if he said nothing. Finally, he responded dryly:

"No, it's okay."

Others tried hard not to laugh.

In the strange atmosphere, the "Hermit" Cattleya tentatively asked:

"Ms. Destiny, could you please elaborate on what you just said?"

"Well," Alice smiled and shook her head, "No."

She paused, looked at Cattleya who was about to speak, and explained:

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but...

"This involves a secret that only angels can know."

Cattleya looked at Alice's smiling face, swallowed the question she hadn't asked, and stopped asking.

——As a veteran “secret peeper”, she is no stranger to the fact that knowledge is toxic.

On the other hand, "Justice" Audrey was slightly excited. She looked at Alice with anticipation yet restraint, and seemed to be very curious about such high-level knowledge.

There was also a hint of hidden fanaticism in the eyes of the Hanged Man, Alger. His emotions were more deeply suppressed than Audrey's, but also more passionate.

Alice was attracted by these two gazes. She glanced at them and her expression became unusually serious. She warned solemnly:

"Don't go into such things!"

The rare seriousness of her made Alger, the Hanged Man, wary. He immediately suppressed his curiosity and said in a serious tone:
"I will remember your warning."

Alice ignored him and glanced at the others in turn, not leaning back in her chair until everyone indicated that they had remembered.

In the gray fog, Klein looked at Alice thoughtfully, his expression unable to hide his confusion.

He noticed that sometimes Alice seemed to care about the members of the Tarot Club a little more than he thought, such as now, but sometimes...

Klein looked away in confusion, trying to understand the possible reason.

Miss Fate was so serious just now... It seems that this matter is really dangerous... But, come to think of it, Miss Fate sometimes seems to be quite kind...

“Justice” Audrey silently withdrew her gaze from Alice and lowered her head to think.

She tried to compare Alice's personality with that of children, and indeed found a similar phenomenon - children who wantonly destroy toys will also resist when someone comes to ask for their toys.

When Audrey discovered this phenomenon, she couldn't tell her emotions for a moment. She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or not. After all, comparing herself to a toy sounded really strange.

She silently gave up on analyzing Alice.

The surroundings fell silent again. Magician Fors wanted to take the opportunity to speak, but unexpectedly, Hermit Cattleya took the lead again:
"Oh, Miss Fate, the blood of mythical creatures..."

"Ah!" Alice remembered this. "Are you in a hurry? I...well, no, it's not convenient for me to draw blood from you recently..."

She frowned, then shook her head and said:
“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for Will Auceptin to be born. I’m not sure of the exact date, but, based on how long she was conceived, it should be around the due date…?
"Maybe in June or July. I will try to have Him born earlier."

The Hermit Cattleya calculated the time in her mind, then felt relieved and nodded.
"Ok."

This time, Magician Fors finally found an opportunity. She hurriedly said:

“Dear Mr. Fool, I request to have a private conversation with Mr. World. It will be over soon.”

What was he communicating with Gehrman Sparrow about? Wasn't Mr. X's matter over? Klein wondered as he led the way softly:

"can."

Alice looked at the "magician" Fors in confusion, and then looked at Klein secretly.

Klein blocked the senses of the other members, but it was in vain for Alice. She looked at the "world" and laughed softly:
"Anything else?"

Fors thought for two seconds and said:
"It's like this. I got a good reward for Mr. X's head. I feel that the reward I paid for this matter is not enough to match the difficulty of the task, so I want to compensate you with some cash.

"How much do you want?"

Alice opened her eyes wide in surprise. She felt that she had never heard of such an outrageous thing. She took a breath and said:
"Can you give me this money?"

The World and Magician Fors looked at her.

Alice blinked and said confidently:

"I think we could discuss the price you should pay for your previous favor, Mr. World."

Magician Fors looked at the World hesitantly again. The World shifted its gaze away from Alice and turned to Magician Fors and said:
“Ignore her.

“How much can you pay?”

Alice opened her eyes wide in anger, but considering that they were above the gray fog, she only tried to express her dissatisfaction with her eyes, and did not try to kick the respected Mr. Fool.

The dummy "world" accepted this look well. After all, it was not directed at Klein's real body. However, the "magician" Fors felt a huge pressure. She swallowed her saliva and answered with a difficult tone:
"5000 pounds."

"Okay." The World nodded and agreed to the request.

Magician Fors certainly had no objection to this. She then asked:

"Mr. World, when will you need to use Lemano's Travel Notes? I plan to rent it out before or after that and make some money and extraordinary abilities."

Rent out? Rent out magical items? Klein was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Miss Magician would have such a business mind!
Alice also looked over in surprise. She was not unfamiliar with this kind of economic situation, but in this era, there were obviously few similar things.

This undoubtedly demonstrated Fors's business acumen, so Alice had a new question. She asked in confusion:
"Why were you so poor before?"

This was Alice's most profound impression of Fors after she asked how to make money at the Tarot Club.

Magician Fors choked. This question was particularly heartbreaking. She answered dryly:

"Uh, I don't know."

Pfft, she's really amazing... Klein suppressed his laughter and glanced at Alice helplessly. He controlled the dummy "world" and replied:

"It may be needed this weekend and next week." (End of this chapter)