Mystery: Lucky One

Chapter 528 Chapter 106 Fermentation
As she watched the other figures disappear, Alice suddenly remembered what she had mentioned to Klein before - to see if she could pull someone up during the Tarot Club.

Alice blinked, realizing that if she wanted to understand the past relationship between the Lord of Mysteries and the Key of Light, this might reveal something.

...After all, maybe the "Lord of Mysteries" in the past really intended to use the "Key of Light" as the key to the gate of Sefirah Castle.

There was nothing in Emperor Roselle's diary, or rather, nothing new. Alice put it down after reading it and brought up this matter that neither of them took seriously with Klein again:

"Klein, next time the Tarot Club lets me recruit someone to try... I have something I want to confirm."

This was one of the rare times Alice was serious. Klein frowned at her, but Alice made a "hush" gesture.

Seeing her like this, Klein knew what was going on. He didn’t ask any more questions and just said to her:

"I'm leaving for Dixie tonight."

This was the itinerary that he had planned after learning that Amon had come to Backlund. Unfortunately, he delayed the departure until Amon left. However, considering that he had no need to stay in Backlund any longer, Klein did not change his mind.

Alice's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she said to Klein like anyone whose friends were going on a trip:
"I'll have Dixie's local Dixie pie and sweet iced tea!"

“…Okay.” Klein accepted this request, which was a little difficult for others.

Alice became happy, and she asked Klein about Ince Zangwill:
"Have you not tried to divine Ince Zangwill's location?"

Klein glanced at Alice and reminded her:
"I would like to do some divination, but I don't have any personal belongings, and I don't have any clues..."

Alice stopped talking and gave Klein a look that told him to take care.

……

"Another missing case?" The police officer on duty confirmed with his colleague while looking through the files.

"Yes," the colleague opposite him frowned and replied, "and the missing person is the mother of one of the children..."

The police officer on duty didn't say anything. He looked through what his colleagues had sorted and recorded. The transcript stated very clearly that the poor mother remembered the witch who granted wishes that her child had asked about before she disappeared, and she lamented to her husband that it would be great if there really was such a witch - then she could make a wish to find her child back.

The husband didn't take it seriously. Most people would not take such legends seriously. The mother was just saying it casually, but she didn't expect to pick up a flyer about a witch who can fulfill wishes while buying vegetables.

Up to this point, it all seemed like a ridiculous scam or a prank played by some child. In short, no one took it seriously, except the mother who was anxious to find her child.

The mother actually showed the flyer to her husband, but her husband advised her not to believe in such things. Instead, she should spend her time asking around, finding a reliable detective, or earning money to hire a detective.

——He also didn't have much hope in the police.

So the mother gave up trying to persuade her husband, but she did not give up on the matter. In her opinion, any possibility was worth trying, and she insisted on going to find the witch mentioned in the flyer herself.

Her husband couldn't persuade her, so he didn't bother to care about her. The next day, the mother took the flyers and went to find the existence of the witch. After that, she never came back.

The brief description made the two policemen feel that something was wrong. They looked at each other and one of them asked:

"Tell me, was it those people who did it?"

He didn't say who it was, but the other policeman obviously understood what he said and nodded solemnly:

"It's not impossible...sign up and give it a try."

……

Selwyn opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the book on the table. The dark blue cover of the book slowly opened, and lines of silver text emerged:
"The police have noticed you."

Selwyn frowned immediately. Her face looked ugly due to her unwillingness and anger. As she became agitated, she started to suffer from headaches and mumbling again. She had to calm down temporarily through meditation and then asked:
"Why so fast? I haven't had time to do anything yet."

——She really didn't have time to do anything. She just killed five children and a mother out of impatience.

But Cassandra did not want to comfort its owner, and only quietly gave advice:

"Let's find another place."

Selwyn frowned irritably and asked:
"Does it have to be changed? I just had a hard time handing out those flyers..."

Cassandra ignored Selwyn's expression which was twisted again due to his irritability. It just calmly displayed lines of silver text:
"Unless you plan to be approached by an official Beyonder."

Selwyn was of course reluctant to mention this. She was not a fool. Knowing the existence of official Extraordinary People, she knew that a wild Extraordinary like her would never have a good ending - not to mention that she had killed people before.

"...I understand." She replied.

……

“Dici’s pies use more ingredients than Backlund’s, but they like to add some local spices. The first few bites will feel a bit strange, but once you get used to it, you’ll find it has a unique flavor…” Klein sat in the hotel room, occasionally taking a bite of the greasy pie, and occasionally drinking some cool and refreshing sweet iced tea. He was having a very comfortable time.

When he was full and satisfied, he sighed, cleaned up the mess, and went out to buy a second helping of Dixie Pie and sweet iced tea.

Afterwards, he used a ritual to transport the Dixie pie and sweet iced tea to the gray fog, and informed Alice from the gray fog:
"Alice? I've bought you some local pies from Dipsy, hurry up."

Klein informed Alice of the approximate time in advance. Alice on the other side had already set up the altar in advance. After receiving Klein's message, she immediately started the ceremony and received the Dixie pie and sweet iced tea prepared by Klein.

After throwing the things into the Granting Channel, Klein watched the channel close. He pinched his brows with a headache and couldn't help muttering:

"…Why can't she just come and buy it herself?"

Shaking his head, Klein closed his eyes and returned to the real world.

……

Bayam and Alger of the City of Generosity circled around several times, getting rid of the imaginary followers and observers, before arriving at the house of the "craftsman" and ringing the doorbell.

When Alger first heard that the "craftsman" had inexplicably fallen ill and that strange peepers had appeared around him, he first suspected the witch sect. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that with the preferences of the "craftsman", he could not resist the temptation of beauty at all. There was no need for the witches to make things so complicated. They could just wave their fingers and show their charm to make the other party confess and agree to everything.

Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the incident and that he needed to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, or the properties and materials be lost inexplicably.

...Otherwise, even if the "world" lets me go and sets its sights on the "craftsman", Miss Fate will probably instruct the "world" not to let me go.

As for whether the "world" would listen to Miss Destiny, Alger did not think deeply about it. In his opinion, it was not important at all, because the more the "world" disagreed, the more Miss Destiny would not give up.

...No, from this perspective, it would be best for the "world" to agree right away. Amid the sound of ding-dong-dong, the door of the "craftsman's" house opened, and a lean middle-aged man with a slightly tanned skin glanced at Alger and said:

"How did you come?"

This person is none other than the “craftsman” named Sharf who has worked with Alger for several years. His exact origins are unknown.

"Didn't you write that you were sick?" Alger asked casually.

Sharf yawned and said, "It's done now."

Alger was stunned for a moment, looked around and asked, "Where are those strange snoopers?"

The bags under Sharf's eyes were a little puffy, and his brown eyes showed a bit of fatigue and impatience:
"Who knows? Anyway, he hasn't appeared again. Anyway, I will move soon. This place is not very safe."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that nothing happened."

He paused and then said, "Won't you invite me in for a drink?"

"People like you who only pursue strength have no way of appreciating good wine." Charles grabbed his flaxen hair and moved aside.

Alger walked in calmly, and with just a glance, he took in most of the scene.

Charles's house was not messy and dirty like most bachelors'. Everything was neatly arranged and there was no dust on the windowsills. After all, as a "craftsman", he was not short of money. It was just that many of his actions needed to be kept secret, so it was not convenient for him to hire a large number of fixed servants. He had to hire people for help on an hourly basis.

With a quick glance, Alger found that this place was no different from the last time he came. The furnishings were extremely simple, without any valuable ornaments, paintings or sculptures. It looked like a place where ordinary civilians lived.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Charles was rich enough to be called a wealthy man, but he just didn't care about so-called respectability. He could spend hundreds of pounds on a bottle of limited edition wine and give away a house to support his mistress, but he would not waste a penny on buying expensive carpets, bone china tea sets, gold-inlaid cups and plates, or famous oil paintings.

"A glass of Sonia blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used words and body movements to show that he came in just to have a free drink.

Sharf shrugged and said, "You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of saving Lelanqi."

He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a bottle of exquisitely bottled Sonia Blood Wine, and opened two glasses.

Alger found a sofa and sat down. He took this opportunity to raise his hand and pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort in his cervical spine.
With the help of this action, he naturally looked around and quickly examined the places that he could not see just now.

Because Charles was too lazy to arrange anything, Alger quickly completed his attempt, his eyes lingering on the glass window of the cabinet in the distance for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, blood moon grass, and monkey face tree leaves. The common point is that they are all types that are common in the southern continent but basically not found in the northern continent.

Alger withdrew his gaze and calmly watched Charles come over with a bottle and a glass.

Reaching out to take it, he chatted with the other party about various things at sea until the half bottle of Sonia Blood Wine was finished.

Seeing this, Alger said goodbye with a smile and left.

Five minutes after he left, Charles, who had been sitting quietly enjoying the feeling of being tipsy, suddenly stood up, walked to the stairs, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.

"Did he suspect anything?"

"No."

"No matter what, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to our place as soon as possible."

"I still have some commissions to complete."

"You don't need to finish it. You won't contact them again anyway. You've been reborn."

"Ok."

……

Four houses away, Alger sat on a bench in someone's garden, pinching his earlobe with his right hand, listening to the words carried by the wind.

Sure enough, something went wrong...

Alger let go of his hand, and his eyes darkened.

From the conversation he heard, Sharf even had the intention of running away. Alger knew that this matter could not be dragged on any longer, but the other party did not seem to be someone he could handle, so he probably needed help.

...Who can I ask for help?
Alger first ruled out "The World". Although theoretically, the most reliable client in the entire Tarot Club was probably "The World", but if he asked "The World" for help, Alger was worried that "The World" would not only solve the problem, but would also solve him as well.

The second person to be excluded was Alice. Alger had no doubt that an angel had the ability to solve problems. Even if this angel seemed to know nothing, she could still get people to do it.

Obviously, Alice's problem is not her strength, but the fact that she is probably not here to solve problems.

There was no doubt that Alger chose the Hermit Cattleya.

However, we can ask Miss Fate to be a witness. She can pass the news to the "world". If the goods still cannot be delivered next week, the "world" should be mentally prepared...

After making the decision, Alger closed his eyes and prayed to the Fool.

……

Alice didn't refuse this, nor did she agree directly. She planned to go and watch the fun if she had time.

In this regard, Alger understood Alice relatively well—she might not help or even deliberately make trouble, but if she was invited to watch the fun, she would really just watch the fun.

As long as you can manage yourself and not accept her messed up advice.

……

Selwyn had no ideas of her own, so "Cassandra" just took her to a small city. There were at least a dozen similar cities in Loen, and she was not noticeable for having only been to one city.

After arriving in the new city, Selwyn rented a house as before. After making sure that "Cassandra" had no other reminders, she started printing flyers for "The Wish Witch" again.

She happily told Cassandra: "With the experience from last time, I will be able to spread the news faster this time."

(End of this chapter)