Mystery: Lucky

This Monday’s Tarot is going to be a little special.

"Justice" Audrey, as usual, greeted everyone one at a time, starting with Mr. Fool:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool∽

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'The Hanged Man'∽

"Good afternoon, Mr. World∽

"Good afternoon, Miss Magician∽

"Good afternoon, Ming..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Alice turned her head in confusion, adjusted the monocle on her right eye, blinked and asked Audrey: "What's wrong with you, Miss Justice?"

Audrey, who still remembered the Tarot Club last week, said nothing. She looked at Mr. Fool, who was still the same as before in the gray mist, and said hello dryly out of her trust in Mr. Fool:

"Good afternoon, Miss Destiny."

Alice nodded happily.

Others who still remembered the story of the monocle and Amon, of course, also noticed the monocle on Alice's right eye, but they did not take the initiative to ask. Finally, Alice could not hold back and spoke:

"Don't you all think my monocle is beautiful?"

No one spoke, and the Tarot Society fell into a deathly silence.

Alice looked at everyone in turn with dissatisfaction, and finally only Alger, the "Hanged Man", praised from the bottom of his heart: "Very beautiful."

Alice immediately became happy: "Let me tell you, I just took this from Amon's body!"

So Alger stopped talking.

In order to keep the party going, Klein in the gray fog reached out and knocked on the table twice, attracting everyone's attention and said:

"Stop it, Destiny."

Alice kicked the bench leg dissatisfied, curled her lips, and lay down on the table.

This kind of performance almost affirms that the Fool and "Destiny" know each other and have a relatively equal status.

However, except for "Magician" Forsi, who had never seen Alice's presumption, even "Sun" Derrick was not much surprised by this.

Forsi was only briefly surprised before he suddenly understood.

After that, everyone was in the mood to pay attention to Alice's words.

Amon's... corpse?

ah?

Finally, Derrick asked: "Miss Destiny, you...killed Amon?"

"No," Alice blinked, "That's just a Sequence 4 clone...and rounding it off, it should actually be considered that Amon killed himself?"

Just a Sequence 4 clone.

only.

That’s all.

The members of the Tarot Society chewed on Alice's words with delicate expressions.

In the end, only Alger turned his head and looked up, and said humbly: "Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected three new pages of Russell's diary."

Klein smiled and responded, "What do you want to exchange for them?"

Alger glanced at the card covering Mr. Fool's hand, then glanced at Alice who didn't know what she was thinking, and finally said:

"I wonder what that card next to you is?"

This request was too simple for Klein. He chuckled and said:

"Can.

"Do you want everyone to hear it, or just you to know?"

"Only you know." Alger replied without hesitation.

After this, it was Mr. Fool’s reading time. After Mr. Fool finished reading the diary and said, “You can start,” Audrey was the first to ask:

"Miss Destiny, what do you mean by killing yourself?"

Next, she added as if she remembered something: "I can pay the price."

Alice looked at Audrey and blinked.

"I can also pay the price." Alger also joined the conversation.

Alice watched Alger continue to blink.

"Can't you tell?" Audrey asked curiously.

"No," Alice shook her head, "It's because I don't know the specific situation - anyway, he probably stole something that he shouldn't have stolen."

"Stealing something you shouldn't have stolen?" Audrey asked confused.

Alice blinked and looked at Derrick with a smile: "Mr. Sun, I need you to find an opportunity to hold a request near Silver City after you return - note, nearby, but not in the city. Giving Ceremony.”

"What are you going to do?" Derrick asked with a frown.

"Give the great Shi Angel a little gift," Alice blinked innocently, "After all, Master Shi Angel personally said that I am suitable to be a 'provocateur', and also gave me a bottle of 'provocateur' potion to keep. As a souvenir∽"

This sinister tone caused everyone in the Tarot Club to fall silent for a while, and they agreed from the bottom of their hearts that "Miss Destiny may be a suitable candidate for being a provocateur."

Even if we don’t know which path the “Provocateur” comes from or what sequence it is, the name has completely explained the style of this bottle of potion.

Derrick looked at Alice and asked worriedly: "Well... I want to know what will happen to me..."

"Don't be afraid," Alice said sincerely, "At worst, you can pray to Mr. Fool as soon as you leave."

Derrick hesitated and glanced at Alice, then at Mr. Fool.

Mr. Fool nodded gently in the gray mist, so Derrick felt relieved and agreed to this request.

Alice seriously reflected on her unreliable image, and then spoke again: "You don't have to try to find Charlie King anymore."

He's dead!

Realizing that Miss "Destiny" not only solved an Amon clone this week, but also solved a Sequence 5, Alger silently lowered his head and thought about whether he had displeased Miss "Destiny" in the past.

Alice proposed the third thing:

"I want to sell a special extraordinary item.

"Its previous owner called it a 'wealth-making accessory', and this is indeed its main function.

"It will make the owner's fortune go up within three months, but if you don't sell it within three months, you will lose all your wealth within the next half month.

"It should be noted that every time you make a profit from it, you will distort the concept of 'wealth'. In the end... maybe your extraordinary characteristics, your life, will become 'wealth'.

"And, you can feel the wealth that the 'wealth-making accessories' bring you through the 'wealth-making accessories' - because you need to sell the 'wealth-making accessories' at this price.

"200 pounds, who wants it?"

This strange side effect made everyone look at each other in bewilderment, and finally Alger asked: "It brought you 200 pounds of wealth?"

"No," Alice shook her head, "because I still owe Mr. Fool's followers 200 pounds."

-1100 pounds, minus the 600 pounds on the gray fog and the 300 pounds of the "barbarian" formula, there is exactly 200 pounds left.