Mystery: Lucky

Alice widened her eyes in anger in the real world.

...When did Klein learn to be bad?

Alice once again reflected on whether she had been too harsh on Klein.

...But she was still angry. How could this man cut off her network cable!

Alice went out angrily to buy a radio receiver and slammed the door hard at the door.

Anyway, where should I buy this kind of thing... Alice was thinking while walking, and she casually slapped bad luck on a passerby she didn't like.

If only there was online shopping... Alice sighed in her heart, thought for a moment, and chose divination between asking for directions and divination.

Just as Alice was about to find a quiet place to divination, she heard a scream.

Alice turned her head and found that the unlucky passerby she didn't like just now had fallen flat on his face - literally, his face really hit a mass of unknown objects.

Disgusting... Alice frowned and looked away, feeling that her mood had not improved at all.

Until she came out after buying the radio receiver, Alice had not yet come out of the disgusting mood.

There were many shops and roadside stalls selling food on the road. Usually at this time, Alice would have started to walk around and think about what to eat for dinner.

But today, Alice sent the telegraph home without looking away, and then rushed to St. Samuel's Cathedral without looking away.

...What's good about a tasteless dinner!

Alice stepped into the Church of the Night painfully. When she passed by the donation box, she subconsciously glanced at it, and a weird idea popped up in her mind.

Can you steal the money in it when donating... Bah, have you been infected by Amon!

Alice waved away this idea, thought about it, and politely stuffed a 1-pound note into the donation box.

After all, it would be a bit too hypocritical to put a penny in it... Alice nodded with satisfaction and turned to the confessional on the side.

It was undoubtedly a stupid idea to walk up to the bishop standing outside in public, and it was obviously an even stupider idea to walk through and go to the basement of the church. Alice praised her "careful consideration".

Compared with the oldest narrow wooden box confessional, Backlund's confessional was undoubtedly much more spacious and could be regarded as an independent room.

Alice pushed the door open, sat on the chair inside, and looked at the wooden baffle in front of her. She knew that a bishop was sitting opposite the baffle.

Sure enough, Alice heard a mellow voice from the other side of the baffle: "What do you want to say? The goddess favors every one of her believers."

So you say this to every believer... Alice muttered in her heart, and said carefully: "I met the 'blasphemer' Amon."

This confessional successfully fell into silence.

The bishop opposite was silent for a long time. Alice wondered if he didn't know who the "blasphemer" Amon was, and hesitated whether she should say anything more.

While Alice was struggling and hesitating, the bishop finally spoke: "What are you doing here, ma'am?"

Alice hesitated for a moment and said:

"I'm here to ask for help.

"I stole Amon's monocle, He found me, and then left a curse on the monocle...

"I can't take off that monocle."

The confessional fell into silence again. After a while, Alice heard the bishop's somewhat dry voice: "You stole Amon's monocle?"

Alice nodded subconsciously, and then remembered that the bishop opposite couldn't see, so she organized her words and said: "I took it off from His body... uh, the body of His clone."

The bishop who was responsible for accepting the believers' confessions was stuck again.

After a long time, Alice was not sure how long it had been, probably just before she lost her patience, she finally got a response: "Please wait here for a while."

Alice stayed quietly in the confessional. After a while, someone entered the confessional and took her to the Night Watcher headquarters located in the basement of the church and handed her over to a saint wearing bishop's clothes.

Alice had seen this saint before - it seemed that he was the one who leaked the news about Charlie King to her.

"It turned out to be you," the saint suddenly realized after seeing her, waved his hand and motioned her to sit down, "Let me introduce myself first, I am Anthony Stevenson..."

Archbishop Saint Anthony, one of the thirteen archbishops of the goddess, the head of the Backlund diocese...

Alice's eyes flickered slightly, while listening to Archbishop Anthony's speech, recalling the information she remembered, and observing his appearance.

This old man with a white face and no beard and deep eyes wore the black and red bishop's clothes that Alice saw last time, but he did not give people a gloomy feeling.

However, when the other party's eyes fell on her, Alice's spirit trembled, as if facing an unknown existence in the depths of darkness.

This was not the fear brought by the suppression of the personality, but the feedback of a certain ability... Alice keenly noticed the difference between the two. She bowed to the other party and greeted him softly:

"Archbishop Saint Anthony."

Anthony nodded, Alice walked over and sat down opposite, subconsciously raised her head and chest, sat up straight, and then folded her arms on the table.

This action made Anthony stunned for a moment. Alice immediately reacted to Anthony's expression and silently retracted her hand, but still straightened her back subconsciously.

Anthony looked at Alice and spoke slowly, with a soft voice: "I heard that you stole Amon's monocle?"

Anthony's gaze fell on Alice's right eye. This was supposed to be a curious question, but Alice didn't hear much curiosity in his voice.

Like all the Extraordinaries of the Night Path that Alice knew, he exuded an aura of tranquility from the inside out.

Oh, Leonard doesn’t count.

Leonard...this name made Alice feel a little dazed. She was stunned for a moment, but was awakened from her past memories by an inexplicable sense of crisis. Almost instinctively, she jumped up from her seat.

Anthony looked at Alice suspiciously, as if he wanted to ask her what was wrong, but the sense of crisis did not disappear with Alice's movements. Alice walked around to the opposite side of the table and squatted down.

The spirit finally stopped beating. Anthony looked at Alice suspiciously. After confirming that she was no longer moving, he was about to ask her what was wrong when someone suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Archbishop Anthony." Alice heard a familiar voice. The voice was not as casual and informal as Alice remembered, and seemed to be much quieter like its owner. (End of chapter)