Mystery: Lucky

When he saw Klein again, judging from his expression, he seemed to be in the middle of something thrilling.

"Is there really an angel coming to catch you?" Alice asked subconsciously.

"..." Klein's prepared words were stuck in his throat, and he stared at Alice speechless.

Alice tilted her head blankly and said with some disappointment: "What, it's not?"

"...That's enough." Klein stopped her weakly.

"Oh." Alice sat upright obediently.

"...What exactly did you say to Allen?" Klein asked with his eyebrows twitching as he looked at Alice's obedient look.

"What's wrong?" Alice blinked.

"...He canceled the commission to investigate you and changed it to look for people with abnormal luck." Klein told the truth.

"Well..." Alice nodded thoughtfully, "He knows that his wife is pregnant with Will Asceptin."

"...You're telling him now?" Klein was shocked.

"It wasn't me. To be precise, it was the revelation of fate. When he came to me, he told me that he had a dream..." Alice shook her head and described Allen's dream to Klein.

Klein frowned little by little, and finally looked at Alice and asked in confusion: "But, why is Allen the one dreaming?"

"That's a good question," Alice nodded appreciatively, "I want to know too."

Klein shut his mouth.

Alice blinked and reminded: "Ah, by the way, you have a chance to see him more, don't let him accidentally expose his secrets in front of Will Asceptin and kill himself..."

Klein asked incomprehensibly: "Do you think he can hide a Sequence 1?"

"In Sequence 1, he is also in the amniotic fluid now," Alice shrugged. "At least for now, it will not be good for either of us if Allen dies."

This is true... After all, it is still a bit too difficult for a pregnant woman to maintain family expenses, unless the other party feels that it is too dangerous and is ready to change families...

Klein glanced at Alice and suddenly became uncertain. He asked carefully, "You don't plan to do anything else, do you?"

"No," Alice blinked, "I have an interesting idea."

Interesting... Klein thought of the gift Alice was going to give Amon and fell into deep thought. He asked hesitantly: "What kind of idea?"

"Guess." Alice blinked.

"...What exactly are you planning to do?" Klein's bad premonition intensified.

"Don't worry, I can't do it now." Alice blinked.

Klein felt like he couldn't feel relieved at all.

"I really won't be able to do it for a while - I guess Will Asceptin will be born by then..." Alice said for herself.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief - well, at least the death penalty has been changed to a suspended death sentence...

Klein, who had lowered his demands on Alice, brought up another matter: "By the way...are you interested in Amon's tomb?"

"...Amon's tomb?" Alice looked at him with a strange expression and asked.

"That's right, do you remember the bodyguards I hired before?" Klein reminded.

"Remember, her name is Sharon, right?" Alice recalled and asked.

"Yes, we found a tomb..." Klein described to Alice in detail the process of how he and Miss Sharon discovered the tomb.

Then, he added at the end: "I told her that I met someone in a circle of extraordinary people who knew Amon very well..."

Alice pushed up the monocle on her right eye. This action made Klein silent for a moment and said, "I'm really worried about whether I will be able to recognize Amon one day when he pretends to be you."

Alice pondered for a moment and then replied: "If Amon did that, there is a high probability that it was me who suggested it..."

Klein felt himself becoming weak again. He pinched his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Are you interested in that tomb?"

Alice shook her head decisively.

Klein looked at Alice and the monocle on Alice's face in confusion.

"Forget about others, I think if I go there, I might be able to see an Amon inside." Alice replied expressionlessly.

"...How come you weren't afraid at all when you gave Amon a gift?" Klein asked in confusion.

"That's different," Alice shook her head, "that's polite."

"?" Klein opened his mouth wide, feeling that his knowledge of politeness had been refreshed.

Alice said sincerely for herself: "He gave me a souvenir, I should return the gift..."

Klein didn't know what to say for a moment. He was silent for a while and then said: "...If the return gifts you give me in the future are in this style, there is no need to send them."

"Okay." Alice nodded obediently.

"...One last thing," Klein hesitated and glanced at Alice before finally changing the subject, "Have you ever heard of the Twilight Hermits?"

"What?" Alice blinked blankly.

"Emperor Russell mentioned in his diary a secret organization that controls the second 'Profane Slate'. Do you still remember it?" Klein reminded.

Alice nodded.

Klein then told Alice the causes and consequences of Duke Negan's assassination.

"It turns out you've had such an exciting few days," Alice sighed, "but it's a pity that no angel came to see you."

Klein stared at Alice again without speaking.

Alice pretended that she was studying the movement of the gray fog around her.

Klein pinched his eyebrows and began to change the subject out of habit: "That organization should be the organization that wants to assassinate Duke Negan, which is the Twilight Hermits."

"That organization that secretly controls the trend of the times?" Alice asked softly.

Klein nodded and added: "I heard that the purpose of their organization is to awaken the true Creator..."

Alice frowned, remembering her past doubts - the history of this world overlapped too much with Earth's civilization at certain moments.

Thinking of Amon's words, Alice held her chin up and said thoughtfully:

“Amon told me that there is a Sequence 1 whose name is ‘Writer’, and his paranoid brother Adam is a ‘Writer’.

"A 'writer' can make the story he writes become a real thing... well, just like 0-08.

“I’ve always felt that the history of this world is a bit too similar to Earth’s civilization… But if you say the purpose of this organization is to awaken the true Creator…

"You know, Amon's father came from before the First Epoch."