Mystery: Lucky

Klein woke up with a dull expression.

"Alice," he looked at Alice with blank eyes and called her with complicated emotions, "What do you think?"

Alice thought for a while, turned around and looked at Klein seriously and said:

"I think He should have listened to the end of my words. That's just the beginning..."

Klein was silent for a moment, pinched his eyebrows, gave up reasoning with her, and said helplessly:

"Should I be glad that you still remember that I am Admiral Amyrius now..."

Alice waved her hand and said, "It shouldn't be necessary. After all, you paid for it."

After watching the magnanimous Alice think for a few seconds, Klein reached out and hit her on the head mercilessly.

Alice looked at him in surprise. Before she could gather tears in her eyes, she was interrupted by Klein:

"Don't act, I don't think I can hurt you."

Alice had to swallow back the words that came to her mouth and glared at him before asking: "Are you still sleeping?"

Klein glanced at the sky, shook his head, and continued to "work."

After Alice stared at Klein for more than ten seconds, she lay down on the table and began to sleep.

…

After the sky was almost bright, Klein stretched out his hand to push Alice awake and motioned for her to quickly return the stolen chair.

After a while, Cynthia came to the study room. With Klein's service, Cynthia changed her clothes and headed to the restaurant.

When Klein sat down at the dining table and picked up the snow-white silver tableware on the table, his eyes fell on the exquisite sideboard in the corner of the restaurant.

A variety of porcelain and crystal wine glasses are displayed on it, shining under the light, and every ray of light exudes the doubts of money.

Klein withdrew his gaze with difficulty and began to taste the breakfast with a critical heart.

The waiters stood aside in neat uniforms, respectfully waiting for service. The beautiful Cynthia also spared no effort in her hospitality, but Klein's attention was focused more on the food.

The first thing on the table was a steaming fish soup. Smelling the alluring aroma, Klein suddenly thought of Alice.

Ha, her expression must be particularly wonderful now. She can only watch me eat but can’t eat herself. She must be so angry...

Thinking of this, although Klein still maintained the serious expression of Amyrius, he showed a little intoxication when facing the food.

The taste of the fish soup did not disappoint him. His taste buds bloomed under the stimulation of the fish soup, and Klein began to look forward to the next food.

Then, meats such as omelettes, bacon, and sausages were presented one after another. The aroma of these meats was so fragrant that Klein couldn't help but gorge on them.

Next is his and Alice's common hobby - various breads and pastries that are crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, sweet and delicious, as well as jam, cream and honey to match.

But Admiral Amyrius didn't like sweets, so Klein could only taste a little cautiously and comfort himself in his heart.

It doesn't matter, at least you ate a little, but Alice couldn't get a bite.

——It doesn't matter if you steal food from the long table of a large banquet. But it will be easily discovered here.

The drink that goes with breakfast is black tea with milk and sugar. Although Klein still misses the taste of sweet ice tea, he also understands that this is really outrageous, so he can only reluctantly accept the black tea.

After eating and drinking enough, Klein leaned back in his chair contentedly, closed his eyes, relaxed his body briefly and then opened his eyes again.

In front of them was a dining table covered with a snow-white tablecloth and a dazzling sideboard. The waiters brought fish soup to them.

Klein's smile disappeared.

"I can trap you in a cycle of eating chicken drumsticks, and make you keep chewing on this drumstick, hundreds of times!"

The expression on Alice's face when she said this was still clear in Klein's memory, and because of this, his first reaction was that Alice did it.

No, you can't be so arbitrary, maybe...maybe...Haha, besides her, which other angel is so boring? !

Klein secretly grinded his teeth, raised his head and said to the waiter beside him:

“Go prepare a breakfast and put it in an empty room.

"We have an unseen guest who also wants to try today's breakfast."

This was like a horror story. The waiters and Cynthia looked a little pale, but the well-informed waiters still did what "Emilius" said.

Cynthia adjusted her mood soon after the waiter left. After looking around, she asked cautiously:

"General, that guest...?"

"Don't worry," "Emilius" reassured, "we should not be as valuable as a breakfast in His eyes."

Him... Cynthia's body stiffened for a moment. Even though she was not an extraordinary person and did not understand the extraordinary world, she understood the meaning of this pronoun.

She stopped asking and forced herself to focus on the food, but she could see that her appetite was greatly affected.

After repeating the eating behavior just now, Klein closed his eyes and relaxed his body. When he opened his eyes again, he breathed a sigh of relief - there was no waiter serving a new chicken soup.

It seemed that he had guessed what Alice was thinking.

After the long breakfast, Klein rode a carriage and entered the Oravi Naval Base surrounded by the general's guards.

In the morning, accompanied by the commodores and colonels, he inspected the condition of the ships, ammunition inventory, and visited the newly built training ground and the bathhouse that had been renovated twenty times in the past year.

After lunch at the Navy cafeteria, Klein summoned officers above the rank of major to listen to reports according to the schedule.

During this process, he always had a thick black leather notebook in front of him, which contained some questions specially prepared by Admiral Amyrius.

Alice glanced at the colonel who was reporting seriously and Admiral Amyrius Levitt who was drawing a turtle, an octopus and a dragon on paper, and fell into deep thought.

I always feel like I was in class... but my drawings are much better than his!

Alice glanced at Klein's notebook and puffed up her chest proudly.

Next, Alice found that Klein started to do the second thing she often did in class - drawing grids on paper and playing Gobang.

Ah this.

However, at that time, Song Shu played with her, Song Shu...

Thinking of Song Shu again, Alice pursed her lips and set her sights on the colonel who was reporting.

"In the past three years... cough cough cough!" The colonel who was reporting suddenly choked on his own saliva and started coughing violently, interrupting Klein's thoughts on chess.

Klein looked up at the colonel in confusion, watching him cough continuously for a long time before stopping, his face flushed.

Then, he apologized and continued reporting. Klein was silent for a moment and wrote a sentence on the paper:

"You did it?"