Mystery: Lucky

Klein finally remembered what he had forgotten.

Bilt did not notice the confused mood of the crazy adventurer who remained calm. Facing Alice who suddenly appeared for the second time, he calmed down a lot and explained naturally:

"Before, a message came from the 'Black Death' of 'Vice Admiral Disease' Tracy that the adventurer German Sparrow could transform into anyone, just like the previous 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilingos.

"It is said that he used this to sneak into the 'Black Death' and assassinated 'Vice Admiral Disease' Tracy..."

Bilt's voice stopped. He suddenly realized that Alice's eyes were shining when she looked at Klein at this moment, with an excitement that could not be suppressed, as if she was looking at a rare treasure.

Bilt suddenly felt that he and Sothoth were a little redundant. When he was hesitating, Alice turned around and asked them:

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Bilt hesitated for a moment and said quickly: "The admiral will hold a dinner the day after tomorrow. I have an invitation..."

"Then...see you the day after tomorrow? "Alice interrupted Bilt.

"See you the day after tomorrow." Bilt swallowed his saliva.

Alice smiled at him, nodded, thought for a moment, and smiled and nodded at Sothoth, then reached out and held Klein, pulling him away and disappeared.

...

"No one will come in now," Alice looked at Klein with sparkling eyes after leaving the spiritual barrier, "Miss Elaine."

Klein weakly held his forehead.

Alice looked at him with expectant eyes for a while, and when she found that she didn't get a response, she lowered her head with a look of disappointment, and said in a lost heart:

"I thought I was special to you, but I didn't expect that you would rather become Elaine to please Tracy than satisfy such a small wish of mine..."

"Shut up," Klein interrupted her unbearably, "Where did you learn this line?"

Alice put away her fake acting skills, thought seriously, tilted her head and said: "TV series? Or novels? "

After a pause, she added:

"It could also be Xiao...Song Shu."

Klein felt that he suddenly understood why there were parents who reported TV shows, cartoons, and games.

However, this also indirectly reflected that the main problem was indeed with the children...

Klein looked at Alice, pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and remembered the sentence that amazed him, "The taste of the original witch is really good."

...Forget it, at least it's not the taste of the fool.

Klein comforted himself for a few words, took a deep breath, and tried to reason with Alice:

"I can't really become a woman, and I can't even have the same figure... So, when I can really do it, I will definitely change it for you, okay?"

Alice stared at Klein for more than ten seconds, then showed a bright smile and said:

"I remember it, Mr. Fool.

"Is this the reward for your commission this time?"

Klein felt his heartbeat pause for a few beats, and he realized that now he might really not be able to shirk his debt.

…

Two days later, at six o'clock in the evening, Klein came to the "Sweet Lemon" bar again.

After meeting the adventurer as promised, Bilt breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he looked around nervously. Before he could speak, he felt someone pat his shoulder.

"Are you looking for me?" A brisk girl's voice asked.

Bilt froze in place. He watched the girl escape from behind him that day. After a moment of stagnation, he couldn't help asking:

"Your clothes...?"

...It's okay to act like an angel like a child, but is it a custom to put a sack on your body?

Alice reached out and tugged at her school uniform, and answered seriously: "Wearing this makes me feel like I'm doing something important."

"Ah..." Bilt nodded subconsciously. Although he didn't understand what Alice meant, he still rationally chose not to comment on it.

"You can pretend she doesn't exist," Klein repeated his previous suggestion, "Can we set off?"

...

At 7:30 in the evening, Governor's Mansion of Oravi.

Klein transformed into Sothoth, wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie of the same color, and followed Bilt into the banquet hall.

It was warm inside like spring, with huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome, flickering countless candlelight, illuminating the entire venue as if it were daytime.

In the right corner, band members wearing vests and bow ties played a brisk melody, and on the left were long tables with roasted chicken, pan-fried foie gras, stewed lamb, Backlund-style roast goose, cream cheese-baked Oravi lobster and other delicious dishes.

Even from a distance, Klein seemed to smell the fragrance they exuded, and was ready to go over to get a plate and fill it with food.

At this time, Bilt pulled his sleeves slightly restrainedly, turned his head, and lowered his voice:

"Remember the etiquette of this banquet.

"Our purpose now is to observe the behavior of the admiral, so just take a glass of wine.

"Here we have Misty Champagne, Olmire Wine, and Southwell Red Wine. They are all famous wines rarely seen outside. You can drink a little, but not too much. We must stay sober enough. Well, try to just pretend when drinking."

Klein retracted his gaze and nodded, and then they heard another voice: "Can't I eat either?"

Bilt had given up on finding the whereabouts of the elusive His Majesty, and he calmly replied: "Can you not let others notice you?"

The owner of the unknown voice asked: "In other words, as long as no one notices me, I can do anything?"

Before Bilt had time to speak, Klein shouted in a warning tone: "Alice!"

A few seconds later, Alice appeared beside Klein with a dissatisfied face, holding a plate of Backlund roast goose in her hands and a glass of champagne in her mouth. The golden color and the bubbles were like mist.

She opened her mouth, and the glass of champagne fell from her mouth and landed steadily on the edge of the plate of roast goose in an incredible way, without even the bubbles being disordered.

In Bilt's shocked eyes, Alice turned her head and asked Klein, "Can I drink?"

I can do it too... Klein admired Alice's acrobatic performance, evaluated himself with satisfaction, and then looked at the glass of champagne and asked uncertainly:

"You just want to drink?"

"You know," Alice blinked, "minors can't drink."