Mystery: Lucky

The bartender was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, you are right, this is indeed a very lucky thing."

Alice blinked. Although she didn't understand why he was smiling so happily, she smiled in cooperation.

Suddenly, a burst of cheers and yells interrupted their conversation. Alice turned around and found that a new round of the game was over.

Without her interference, the outcome of this round of the game would have been much more normal, at least not the embarrassing situation where no one won.

Alice turned her head and looked at the gamblers who were either happy, disappointed or angry, and thought of Warren who had just died from being too excited.

She turned her head, looked at the bartender and asked, "Do you think any gambler will really become a 'winner'?"

The bartender chuckled and said, "Why not? Someone will win in every game, and someone will lose in every game. There are always winners, it just keeps changing."

"No," Alice said softly, "Someone always wins."

"Who?" The bartender was slightly startled.

Alice stared at the rearranged iron cage and said, "A banker who opens a gambling game will not let himself lose."

The bartender was slightly startled.

Alice stood up straight, took out the 5 sole note, pushed it in front of the bartender, and said slowly:

"Immersed in it, blinded by short-term interests, or depressed by temporary failures, and controlled by temporary gains and losses, you can only be a gambler whose winning or losing is controlled by others for the rest of your life.

“To be a ‘winner’, you must first understand... Whether it is luck or disaster, it is just a tool to achieve the goal, and the end point of fate is always the same.

"The temporary gains and losses don't mean anything, the most important thing is the final outcome..."

Feeling the feedback from her spiritual body, Alice suddenly realized why the "Fortunate One" was followed by the "Disaster Priest".

Only those who have experienced the "lucky ones" like European emperors and then the "disaster priests" who are unlucky from time to time can maintain a peaceful mind when they are the "winners".

...But she doesn’t seem to have had any bad luck, right?

Alice thought briefly and decided to let him be.

She looked at the bartender who was still in a daze and said softly: "Thank you."

Then, Alice turned and left.

The impact of the Backlund Great Smog Incident is still ongoing. In addition to the Aurora Society and the Witch Cult being wiped out in large numbers, the wild Extraordinaries wandering in Backlund are all in danger. In a short time, the original gathering of Extraordinaries should It will not be held again.

I just don’t know what the official investigation results are, whether the issue of Klein’s identity has been discovered... Even if it is discovered, it doesn’t matter for the time being, probably not.

It’s just that the people he knows are more easily influenced…

Alice shook her head and remembered another thing.

Having said that, I can't find a suitable group of extraordinary people to speak to, "Witches taste really good", so I can't spread it for the time being...

Alice felt a strong sense of disappointment.

…

While Klein was tasting fish-men on the sea, Derrick Berg was looking for a suitable opportunity to hold a ceremony.

After returning to Silver City, he, the chief and other team members went through isolation as usual and finally resumed free movement.

He was sure that the surveillance against him had been cancelled. Now he just needed to find a suitable time to deliver the belated express delivery.

…

Daily life in the Land Abandoned by God is very boring. Apart from playing cards with himself, Amon's only pastime is to hang out.

"Huh?" Amon suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction and frowned.

That is the direction of Silver City...

He took a step, but his figure disappeared directly from the spot and appeared at a simple ceremony.

There is no doubt that a ceremony to ask for blessings has just been held here, and even the performer of the ceremony has not gone far.

Amon glanced at the still clear figure, but had no intention of chasing it. Instead, he looked at the clone with which he had lost contact with interest.

The corners of his mouth slowly formed an arc, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the familiar bottle came into his hand.

This seems to be the bottle of "provocateur" potion He used to put it in...

Amon pulled out the cork of the bottle with great interest, poured out the two rolled-up papers inside, opened it - and then he fell into deep thought.

What Amon saw first was actually that painting, that painting that made him a little shocked, a little confused, and confused.

...Are all humans today so courageous?

Amon laughed as if he had remembered something interesting, and with an expectation that ordinary people could not understand, he opened the letter.

The first sentence made Amon raise his eyebrows and reach out to push up his monocle.

Not to mention Alice's introduction to the drift bottle at the end of the letter, after Amon finished reading the letter, he looked at the "return gift" in his hand and fell into deep thought.

"Next time, try pouring the potion into her..." Amon muttered to himself, but did not destroy the painting. Instead, he rolled it up and stuffed it back into the bottle as before.

After that, the bottle disappeared along with the painting, leaving only the letter in Amon's hand.

He glanced at the provocative letter with a half-smile, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

It wasn't until the laughter disappeared that He looked at the letter in confusion and asked, "But why don't you just give it to me in a sacrificial ceremony?"

Amon glanced thoughtfully at the clone on the ground, and disappeared together with the clone.

…

Alice jumped off the carriage, looked at the luxurious villa in front of her, and said "Wow" in a very unfamiliar way.

After showing the invitation, she successfully bypassed the guards and entered the villa under the guidance of the maid.

At first, Alice looked at the interior layout of the villa very curiously, looking out at various novel devices. But after walking through five corridors in a row, she finally couldn't bear it and asked:

"How long until we arrive?"

The maid's answer was serious and perfunctory, and could be summed up in two words: "Soon."

After extracting the key information from the long list of answers, Alice was silent for a moment, advising herself that "it's all here" before following her.

——After reaching social adulthood, although Audrey did not hold a party, she did not forget Alice either.

So, when Audrey waited for Alice, she saw Alice with a resentful look on her face.

After controlling her expression and letting the maids go out, she heard Alice's incomprehensible complaint: "Why is your family so big..."

Audrey turned around skillfully, smiled and asked, "How long have you been gone?"

"I don't know." Alice stood there, looking at the chair longingly, and then looking at Audrey pitifully.

This success stunned Audrey, who thought she had already sat down by herself.