Mystery: Lucky One

Sandy's words made Liana feel relieved. After listening to Sandy's instructions, she hurried forward to express her gratitude, and only withdrew her hand when Sandy reminded her that she still had to write a prescription.

Jonathan was surprised for a moment when he heard the result, but then he shook his head and felt relieved without thinking too much about it. Only Alan was not happy and frowned slightly.

He could probably guess what questions Sandy asked after Ms. Liana left, and he knew that Sandy's diagnosis meant that, at least recently, nothing had happened to Hazel.

But Alan did not forget the guy who lived in his wife's belly. He didn't want to think about it, but the time when Hazel became unwell was close to the time when Velma gave birth to a stillbirth, coupled with Sandy's final diagnosis, Alan became even more suspicious.

Could it really be... No, it must not be, it must just be a coincidence!

Alan, who had just returned to a peaceful life, didn't want to be involved in an incident of the same magnitude again. He could only keep persuading himself and telling himself that there were other possibilities, even though his face became increasingly uglier.

This anomaly was noticed by Ms. Liana. While Sandy was writing down the prescription, she asked Allen:
"What's wrong, Alan?

"You don't look well."

The feeling of guilt grew wildly in the face of this concern, and Allen suddenly had the idea of ​​going to find Alice, but it was only for a moment.

Let's take a look first. If the medicine doesn't work for Hazel, I'll go take a look...

Allen made up his mind in his heart, but he just smiled and said:

"Because of Wilma's incident, I have been looking bad for a while. It's only recently that I've gotten better."

It was undeniable that Liana also remembered what happened to Velma, but the result was good after all, and she comforted Alan again.

After getting the medicine and prescription, Liana took Hazel away. Alan did not see them off. He watched Liana and Hazel disappear from the corner and returned to his office in silence.

……

Hazel didn't think this medicine could help her in any way.

She did not say anything to attack Ms. Liana. In recent times, due to the influence of her subconscious mind, her personality has become much softer. At least she is no longer as dismissive of the lives of ordinary people as before.

Of course Hazel accepted her mother's kindness. She did not refute it, but became more and more anxious in her heart.

Where on earth can Backlund find a Beyonder doctor...

She frowned and followed her mother back anxiously.

It's not to say that there is no clue at all. After all, when people talk about extraordinary people, in addition to wild extraordinary people and secret organizations, the first thing that comes to people's mind is the official extraordinary people, that is, the church.

It's not that Hazel has not considered the possibility of seeking help from the church, but she is still thinking and hesitating. After all, although Hazel can't remember how she became a Beyonder, it probably wasn't through any honorable means.

Subconsciously, Hazel felt that her existence might be illegal.

Besides, maybe this matter isn’t that urgent…?
……

In the waters of the Rossde Islands, on board the Future.

The gray mist disappeared from her eyes, and Cattleya opened her eyes and frowned.

"Hunter..." she murmured, "Reaper..."

While she was thinking, she suddenly looked up at the table as if she had sensed something. A letter appeared there at some point.

Cattleya paused for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. She realized that this was probably a letter from Bernadette.

In a joyful mood, Cattleya opened the letter, unfolded the letter paper, and couldn't wait to read the first line of text under the heading:
"That is indeed the descendant of Ciel..."

That "craftsman" is really the direct descendant of Emperor Roselle... We can't let him mix with the believers of the "Original Moon" anymore, we have to bring him to the "Future"... Cattleya nodded slightly while thinking.

After she made the decision, she thought of the troublesome character and morals of the "craftsman" Sharf, and felt that she had the obligation and responsibility to discipline him.

...Otherwise, he might end up offending a being like Miss Destiny someday.

When she thought about this, Cattleya got a headache. After a little consideration, she spread out the letter paper and wrote a reply letter to Bernadette, telling her about this matter.

Then she walked to the window of the captain's room and looked outside.

After searching for a while, her eyes fell on Frank Lee, who was leaning against the side and chewing mushrooms.

"Frank." Cattleya called out in a normal tone.

Frank, with his sleeves rolled up, immediately came back to his senses from his contemplation:

"Captain, what's up?"

Cattleya said solemnly: "I will give you an experimental assistant later."

Frank was stunned for a moment, then he smiled purely: "Okay!"

Seeing the smile on Frank's face, Cattleya suddenly doubted her decision.

……

At night, Alice sat up suddenly from the bed in a spiritual touch.

Someone entered the room... Who?

She blinked her eyes, and after sensing the danger warning coming from her innermost soul, she grew bolder.

Alice stretched out her spiritual power to cover the entire house, and finally found something unusual in the middle of the living room.

——On the sofa, there sat a lifeless figure two fingers thick!
Alice's pupils contracted violently, and she instinctively wanted to withdraw her spirituality, but the figure looked in the direction of her room and smiled.

Then Alice saw the figure quickly change into a dead mouse lying on the ground.

...?
Alice got up from the bed in confusion, pushed the door open and walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room, wrapped her hands with paper, and picked up the dead mouse.

...quite fat.

Alice had a strange expression for a moment, then her eyes searched the room to confirm the changes in the room.

Her gaze froze when it fell on the coffee table. Although Alice's coffee table was usually cluttered with various things, there were some things that would never appear on it, such as monocles.

And now, there was a monocle on her coffee table.

Amon...? No, it's impossible...

Alice blinked, and suddenly recalled the ability of the "Trickster". She shook the dead mouse in her hand, which was still being held by the tail. After a moment of silence, her spirit spread out of the house. On the street next to her, Klein took off his hat and saluted like a magician who had just finished his performance.

...He must be sick!
Alice gnashed her teeth in anger, and outside the window, Klein, who was bowing, slipped and became a funny "clown" who accidentally fell.

But he showed no anger at all, and sat on the ground and muttered to himself:
"Sure enough, if the target is an angel, the digestive feedback will be much greater than that of an ordinary person..."

As he said this, his figure gradually faded and disappeared from the spot.

Alice gritted her teeth viciously, and chased after him in frustration, appearing in Klein's bedroom.

She wanted to ask angrily, but suddenly stopped and said with a strange expression:
"Someone fell onto your balcony."

...?
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he used his inspiration to observe.

The man walked straight into the master bedroom from the balcony and knocked twice. There was no knock. Klein frowned, straightened his clothes, sat in the armchair, and then looked at Alice.

After watching Alice disappear from the spot, Klein said slowly:

"Please come in."

The door to the master bedroom opened silently, but the cold wind did not blow in, but only swirled in the corridor.

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The “visitor” was a man about the same age and height as Dwayne Dantes, with black hair, brown eyes, and deep facial features, a typical Loen appearance.

He wore a silk hat, had a long and thin face, and had a rather gloomy temperament, but not the type that was so gloomy that made people feel uncomfortable. Instead, he had the kind that directly reflected the meaning of a suburban cemetery at night.

At this moment, Klein saw countless spirits surrounding this middle-aged gentleman, making him surrounded by layers of darkness, as if there was a world hidden inside.

Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was a demigod.

I just returned to Backlund, how come a demigod came to visit me...Except for the Archbishop of Backlund of the Church of the Dark, Dwayne Dantès's identity has never been exposed...Eating ice cream in the middle of the night doesn't count.

Klein looked at the door with a pained look on his face. There was no expression on his face. It was hard to tell whether he was angry or shocked.

The demigod took two steps, then suddenly let his right hand hang straight down in front of him, causing his waist and back to bend, like a bow that had been stretched to its limit.

He bowed solemnly in a peculiar posture, with an extremely respectful attitude, and at the same time, a cold wind blew and the door closed without making any sound.

Klein almost froze, not knowing how to react. Then his thoughts began to wander, and he had some vague guesses.

At this moment, the demigod remained in his posture and spoke in a deep voice:

"Patrick Blaine of the Spiritual Cult has come to meet you, Your Excellency, in response to divine oracle."

Oracle...Alice, who was hiding nearby, felt her eyebrows jump as she realized that this was the work of the goddess.

Klein half sighed and half laughed as he stretched out his right hand and pressed it to his chest, but he didn't make any additional movements:
"What is God's decree?"

Brian slowly stood up and looked at the gentleman with graying temples sitting in the easy chair, and responded with a hint of enthusiasm:
"We succeeded. God finally woke up. He told me to obey your orders and accept your arrangements from today on."

Alice turned to look at the moon outside the window and remained silent.

Klein's emotions were complicated, but his expression did not change. He just stood up and said devoutly:
“Follow the oracle.

“God’s will is my will!
After expressing his opinion, he sat down again, looked at the demigod who was standing upright, pointed at the sofa opposite and said:
"Please take a seat. Um, introduce yourself by the way. This is basic courtesy, isn't it?"

Patrick Blaine sat on the sofa, thought for a moment and said:

"I am from Loen. I once went to East Balam for business. I was infected with a disease there and almost died. I was rescued by a member of the Spiritual Cult. I received the grace of the gods in a ceremony and survived. So I secretly changed my faith.

"My faction has always been slandered by other members of the Spiritual Cult. They think we are blaspheming God and trying to create a new God of Death. But that is not the case. We firmly believe that God did not fall at the end of the Fourth Epoch. He just fell into a deep sleep and needs to be awakened by a specific method to revive Him little by little. Facts have proved that we are right, and you are the witness."

Alice's expression became even weirder, she really wanted to show up and say something in this topic, but when she thought that Patrick came here because of the oracle of the goddess, she didn't dare to move.

Klein didn't know what Alice was thinking. He just asked:
"Where are the other high-ranking members of your faction?"

Patrick Blaine said with reverence on his face:

“When I joined the Spiritual Cult, God had already awakened a little. This was all thanks to the saints who sacrificed themselves in rituals time and time again.

"Currently, we have three saints and one angel. They are all in East Balam. I am in charge of all matters in Backlund."

Sacrificed herself... Alice's expression twisted for a moment, and she thought of "Cassandra".

Klein then asked:

"What is the angel's name? Where is he now? Has he received any oracle?"

Patrick Blaine said frankly:

“God has forbidden me to tell anyone or ask anyone about this matter.

"Our leader is called Haitel, which is both his surname and his given name. He used to be the high priest of the church. Later, he received God's gift and became an angel. He has been committed to awakening the sleeping God. He was severely corrupted during a certain ceremony and is currently unable to leave his tomb. Otherwise, he will go out of control. He is my teacher."

Can’t tell anyone, and can’t ask... Alice looked at this person with a strange expression, and began to speak in Klein’s mind:
"You say, these secret organizations and cults are able to attract people because anti-fraud propaganda is not popular here?"

It’s not impossible... No, now is not the time to think about this!
Klein pulled his thoughts back in time and asked:

"He and the other two demigods are Balam people, pure-blooded?"

"Yes." Patrick Blaine nodded.

Alice curled her lips when she didn't get a response, and listened quietly as Klein continued to ask questions:

"What sequence do you have now?"

Patrick Blaine made no secret: "I am the Undead."

Huh?
The name of the sequence caught Alice's attention. She had learned about the characteristics of the "undead" from Klein and knew that this sequence would restart a new life every 60 years.

As expected, Klein asked again, "Is this your nth restart?"

——This was not the word Klein wanted to use at first. He chose this word purely because of Alice.

This is the knowledge that comes with the potion. The "Death God" path does not seem to have a true god or angel king who likes to trap the younger generation, or the "uniqueness" of animation. Patrick easily understood Klein's words and replied:

"I'm not even 50 yet, and I've been an 'immortal' for less than 10 years." (End of this chapter)