Mystery: Lucky One

"No," Anthony denied it without hesitation, "I thought you should know?"

Alice suddenly felt disappointed again.

Yes, she should know this. After all, she was once a member of the Nighthawks and should know the ability of "Nightmare".

“Even a high-sequence one won’t work?” She tried again unwillingly.

Anthony shook his head, and Alice had to give up the matter. She frowned and wanted to say goodbye, but Anthony reminded her thoughtfully:
"However, if you want to find abilities related to dreams...

"Maybe you can reach out to someone in the 'audience' pathway."

Alice paused for a moment, and Anthony was ready to leave the dream. She did not stop him and struggled to wake up.

In the darkness, Alice sat up from the bed, looked around, and said to herself:
"'Audience'...

"…Adam?"

Her call received no response, and the "writer" still seemed to have no interest in having a direct contact with her. Alice sat there quietly for a while, then lay down again.

In the second half of the night, Alice was entangled in a chaotic dream.

She dreamed of a piece of solid and fertile black soil, with trees growing on the land and fruits swaying in the wind. She walked forward curiously, only to find that the swaying fruits were actually calves that were still making noises.

Alice took two steps back in horror, but the ground beneath her feet began to shake. She looked around in amazement, only to find that she had stepped on a ship without knowing when, and the trees were growing out of the deck.

That was not all. The calf fell to the ground like a ripe fruit that day, startling Alice so much that she fell to the ground, only to find that she was sitting on something bulging.

She looked down and saw a pair of white and tender hands prying open the deck, which scared her so much that she jumped up again.

She watched a familiar baby crawling out from the deck. Then, the deck that had just given birth was filled with milk, and the calves that had fallen off rushed over to drink the milk, scaring her so much that she woke up with a scream.

It was not yet fully light. Alice glanced at the hazy sky and climbed out of bed without hesitation - this was the most active time she had ever gotten up.

After splashing cold water on her face to calm herself down, Alice began to think again about her dream.

All highly spiritual extraordinary people know that dreams are sometimes omens of the future, and even if there is a possibility that they are fake, they cannot be ignored.

Of course, Alice usually simply ignores the possibility that dreams are faked, because if someone can fake a dream for her without her noticing, she feels that the other person wants to do something and she can't actually resist.

If that’s the case, why think so much?
If you were to ask who Alice thought of first in this bizarre scene, it would definitely be Frank Lee.

If it weren't for the familiar baby at the end of the dream, Alice would definitely write to Frank Lee to ask if there was any new progress in his experiment - she felt that this was a revelation that some terrible changes had occurred in Frank Lee's experiment.

But the baby made Alice change her mind, because the baby's facial features were not wrinkled like a real baby's, making it impossible to tell who it was. On the contrary, Alice recognized it.

That was Heath Doyle.

Alice was deeply impressed by this "Rose Bishop". She had not forgotten the nonsense he talked about at the Sea of ​​Ruins at night. The adventure in the dream made her wonder if it was related to her, but unfortunately it ended up in nothing.

There were still several days until next Monday. Alice thought about it and gave up contacting Cattleya at the Tarot Club. Instead, she did a divination first.

After silently repeating "Frank Lee's research has made new progress" seven times, Alice looked at the yellow crystal pendant turning slightly clockwise and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is progress, but it is not a groundbreaking new development, so it should be fine...

Next, the highlight is Heath Doyle.

The "Future" was now abandoned on the sea, but it seemed that because of the weather, most of the crew members did not get up. Only those on night duty were awake, and even Cattleya was asleep.

After walking around the ship as if she was back home, Alice successfully found Heath Doyle. He was sleeping in a shadow. Alice thought about it and entered his dream.

Heath Doyle woke up from his dream and looked at Alice in shock and confusion. Alice ignored the strange look and asked Heath Doyle:

"Have you encountered anything recently?"

Heath Doyle looked confused, but answered truthfully:

"I have been following the captain and have rarely left the Future. Although I have stopped at the shore to rest, I haven't encountered anything special..."

Alice frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Have you heard of any clues to the treasure?"

Heath Doyle looked even more confused, and he answered truthfully:
"No new leads."

Alice realized that this was probably not the right way to open the revelation. She frowned and left Heath Doyle's dream, looking at the "Future" thoughtfully.

...Is this the key to revelation?
After staring at the "Future" and thinking for a few seconds, Alice realized that she had a more reliable way. Since she set foot on the "Future" because of an inexplicable dream, she might as well try divination again.

——What if there is a harvest?

This was too simple for Alice. She was too lazy to even leave the "Future" and stubbornly tried to find more clues through the dream. She flipped through the pages and a black monastery flashed by in the hazy fog, waking Alice up.

——Yes, the Sea of ​​Ruins!

That sea area obviously holds many secrets, especially in the dreamland of that sea area, where Heath Doyle's abnormality occurred.

But, is she just going to leave like this?

Alice frowned, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Klein:
"Have you been doing anything recently that might put you in danger?"

——Going to the Sea of ​​Ruins would definitely take a lot of time. It would be embarrassing if she came back and found that Klein was gone.

Oh no, is there a way for Klein to call her...

Alice shook her head, remembering that Klein should still have six "Good Luck" charms on him. Those were the ones she gave to Klein when he came back from the Sea of ​​Ruins last time. There were originally seven charms, and one had already been used.

So, he should actually be quite safe... I'm just worried that I won't be able to get back in time. Alice frowned, but finally decided to wait for Klein to reply - she didn't have the confidence to move freely in that sea, mainly because she was not familiar with the situation.

If only there was a tour guide... Alice sighed and thought of Bernadette. Then she shook her head and realized that Bernadette was far from qualified to be her tour guide.

Amon must be able to do it... Well, speaking of which, what has Amon been doing recently? Alice scratched her head, thinking of Amon who had disappeared from her life for a long time, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

This is not a reminder of spiritual intuition, but just a guess based on experience. After all, everyone knows that when a person who often causes trouble suddenly becomes silent for a long time, it usually means that he has something big to hold back.

For example, Amon.

When Alice thought of this possibility, she became uneasy and decided to eat something delicious to calm her nerves.

Alice did not have her breakfast in Backlund. She returned to the Rorsted Archipelago after a long absence and chose a suitable island to have her meal on.

It's convenient to travel with the ability to teleport... Alice thought to herself as she swallowed a mouthful of whale meat that she couldn't eat inland.

Klein replied in the middle of the morning, mentioning the agreement he and Alger had made without a specific time - about the exploration plan for the island.

Alice remembered that this was indeed the case. This should be a deal between Klein and Alger. She asked Klein politely:
"Do you need my help?"

A moment later, Alice received Klein's response: "I don't think Alger can afford your commission."

This made Alice regretfully give up the idea of ​​going out for fun. She knew that this was a rejection, and the reason was very simple - if she was included, it would not be a cooperative exploration, but a request for her to be a bodyguard.

Well, actually I can go and play secretly and not tell them...but what's fun in that?
Alice frowned.

After a long sea voyage, Alice gradually realized one thing - some stories sound much more interesting than experiencing them in person.

In the end, she just asked Klein to let her know after he set the time, and they could talk about the rest later.

So on Friday afternoon, when Klein told Alice that he and Alger had agreed to explore the island at night, Alice had to force Klein to tell her what happened on the way when he came back.

It wasn't that she didn't want to go, it was just that the next day was Saturday, and she didn't forget that Alan and Islam had agreed to go on Saturday.

Alice is ready to go spying.

……

On Saturday afternoon, Eslant arrived as promised. Alan was at home at the time. The servant led Eslant into the study. After a few pleasantries, they actually started the class.

Alice forced herself to listen for a few minutes, but finally couldn't help but fall asleep. Before she fell asleep, she regretted not going to find Klein.

——No matter what I do, it will definitely be more interesting than learning Hermes here.

It would be fine if she really had never learned it, but the problem was that Eslant started from the most basic syllables, which was obviously the most basic content. Even though Alice didn't listen to the class carefully, she had learned this stuff before.

Eslant didn't know that she had a hidden audience, but she did deliberately make the class boring and basic. Alan kept losing patience in the process, and coupled with his growing trust in Eslant, at the end of the class, he finally couldn't help but speak to Eslant:

"Islant, remember what I told you, I wanted someone to help me translate a honorific name?"

"Of course I remember," Islam nodded. "Why, have you changed your mind?"

Allen sighed and told his story half-truthfully:

"I have to start from the beginning. You should know that I have been seeking help from the occult recently because of Velma's matter."

Islam nodded and said:

“Yes, I did hear about it.

"You know what? When I first heard about this, I was actually very surprised, because you really don't look like someone who would be interested in the occult. Even if you were... you shouldn't have thought of seeking help from the occult."

"That's because of something that happened to me last year," Allen sighed. "Last year, I met a little boy who broke his leg accidentally. After I helped him with the surgery, I became very unlucky. I thought about it and finally, with the reminder of my friend, I remembered that he had once done a divination for me."

"Divination?" Eslant asked patiently.

Alan nodded and said:
“Yes, divination.

"I walked into the room and he was playing with a deck of tarot cards and I drew a card from the middle and it was the Wheel of Fortune upside down, and after that, I became unlucky.

"I was troubled by this bad luck for a long time, until I went to the church to pray and told the bishop about it, and then the situation got better.

"After that, I have always been in awe of this aspect..."

Eslant smiled and nodded in response.

Alan continued with the unwarranted encouragement:
“This year, because Wilma’s condition has not been very good, I thought of seeking help from the occult…

"I found a girl who told me that I could seek help from the great being through divination with a magic mirror. She also gave me a name and a complete set of procedures. However, I don't know Hermetic..."

At this point, what happened next should have been obvious, but the look that Eslant cast on Alan made him feel uneasy, as if he was being seen through, and he couldn't help but look back and review his own lies.

Eslant looked at his flustered and nervous appearance and paused for a moment before chuckling nonchalantly:
“So that’s how it is… Hey, what else did I think it was?

"What honorific name did she leave for you that makes you feel so ashamed?"

Alan opened his mouth and closed it again. After repeating this several times, he finally uttered the honorific name:
"A lingering heroic spirit; a follower of the true Creator; eyes that gaze upon fate."

Eslant frowned. It was the first time that Alan saw her show obvious emotional fluctuations. Just as he was about to say something, he saw her smile fade away and said to him gently:
"Well... I'll help you translate this honorific name, by the way, Allen.

"You said you heard about the magic mirror divination method from someone else? How is it? Is that person reliable?
"I heard that if something goes wrong with the process, it will be a big problem..." (End of this chapter)