Mystery: Lucky

Alice stared at Klein in surprise, and she said sincerely:

"You know what? Now I think I can understand Amon.

"I really want to beat you up, but I'm afraid I'll accidentally beat you up...

"Can you get promoted quickly and become a real Mr. Fool tomorrow..."

Klein took a breath of cold air in horror.

This reaction made Alice very unhappy. She glared at Klein fiercely for a while, and suddenly smiled:

"It's late, go to bed early, Mr. Fool~"

The tone of speech was not Alice's usual tone, but Klein was not unfamiliar with it. After all, he had heard similar tones many times in the past few days-Cynthia.

Forget it, just let her vent her anger... Klein watched Alice's figure disappear helplessly, and then prepared to go to bed.

He didn't have the habit of recognizing the bed. Although he had been away from the hotel bed for several days, once he touched it, he still felt the familiar warmth and fell asleep smoothly...

Dreamland?

Klein opened his eyes blankly, and the sleepiness that had just brewed faded from him like a tide in an instant, and he woke up again.

"... Alice!" After staring at the ceiling for more than ten seconds, Klein finally couldn't help but shouted.

The room was quiet, no one spoke, and no one suddenly appeared, as if Alice was really not here.

But Klein didn't believe it at all. He gritted his teeth, sat up from the bed in his pajamas, and asked with his eyebrows pinched:

"What do you want to do again..."

With a "creak", the door quietly opened a crack, and a golden head poked out from inside, blinking and saying:

"Actually, I just want to see you get up and fall asleep again..."

Klein was speechless. He was silent for a while, and answered with a universal reply: "6."

Alice silently retracted her head.

But the sleepiness that had been brewing had disappeared anyway, and Klein called out to Alice:

"Wait a minute.

"Do you think I can digest the potion of the Faceless Man by pretending to be you..."

Alice, who had retreated halfway, hesitated for a moment, opened the door and entered the room, then locked the door.

She said hesitantly in Klein's puzzled eyes: "You really won't beat me up after you're done pretending..."

"...You also know that you deserve a beating, don't you?" Klein stared at her.

Alice raised her head and began to look at the ceiling.

Klein glanced at her speechlessly, and then said:

"I feel like I'm used to it...If you talk nicely, I'll feel a little uncomfortable."

Alice looked at Klein in surprise, and just as she was about to speak, she heard his familiar voice: "Shut up."

She obediently covered her mouth and swallowed back questions like "Are you an M?", then put her hand down and spit out another question:

"But, if you pretend to be me, what are you going to do?

"Go to the Forsaken Land to be a toy for Amon?"

Klein fell into deep thought. He suddenly realized that playing Alice seemed... a little too dangerous.

No, even if it wasn't too dangerous originally, if she wanted to play in accordance with the character setting, it would definitely be too dangerous later...

Thinking of the big and small troubles Alice had caused, Klein was silent for a while.

Alice looked at Klein and finally couldn't help but complain:

"Actually, if you want to be a toy for Amon, you don't have to pretend to be me. After all, you are..."

Klein looked at Alice expressionlessly.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Alice blurted out: "So you like stand-in literature!"

"Get out." Klein said concisely.

Alice looked down at the ground, turned her head hesitantly to look at Klein. Before she spoke, Klein had a flash of inspiration and reorganized his words:

"Get out."

Alice went out obediently.

...

I saw Bill Brando again at noon the next day.

Alice came to the Sweet Lemon bar with Klein with an inexplicable sense of ritual.

Alice did not hide her figure. While hiding the special aura of a demigod, the girl with strange dress and well-behaved appearance attracted a lot of attention.

Many eyes fell on her, and then the crazy adventurer beside her cast a stare at her.

Alice seemed not to notice the exchange of eyes. She flashed and appeared in front of the bar. In the astonished eyes of the bartender, she half-lay on the bar and asked:

"What is the most popular drink here?"

This flash without revealing any spiritual fluctuations successfully made everyone withdraw their eyes. Klein paused for a moment, and then walked towards the bar naturally.

After hearing Alice's question, the bartender calmed down a little, smiled, and said with a little pride: "Of course it's the most popular 'Sweet Lemon' in the whole of Oravi!"

"Here..." Alice took out a 1-pound note from her body, looked back at Klein, and then continued, "Two cups."

Klein stopped.

After appreciating the wonderful bartending movements, Alice took the money and two glasses of "Sweet Lemon" returned by the bartender, jumped in front of Klein, and handed him one of them.

Klein fell into deep thought as he looked at the liquid in the glass that swayed back and forth but did not spill.

Alice ignored him and took a sip of the "Sweet Lemon".

This cocktail called "Sweet Lemon" is light yellow in color, with a faint green lingering in it, adding a touch of fresh color to the whole.

Mint leaves and lemon slices are used as decorations. Alice stared at the glass and thought for a few seconds, thinking that a straw should be added here.

Alice lowered her head to take a sip to taste the taste, but suddenly heard the sound of someone coming in. She looked up at the door in confusion.

The person who came was a man with black hair and blue eyes, and his hair was meticulously groomed.

He was wearing a swallowtail formal suit and a pair of leather shoes, but the buttons on his cuffs were not buttoned.

He looked a little nervous and uneasy. He ignored any sight here, and his eyes quickly searched the bar, and then successfully found the target.

He walked to the vicinity of the black boxing venue without looking sideways but with his hands and feet, slowly exhaled, and a slightly stiff smile appeared on his face, staring at the stage intently.

Just a new gambler, nothing to worry about - Alice lowered her head again and took a sip of the "sweet lemon" in her hand.

As she got closer, a fresh scent of lemon spread out. Alice squinted her eyes in satisfaction and took a sip of the wine with a moderate sweetness and sourness.

Klein must like this taste... However, a crazy adventurer with a sweet tooth would ruin his image...

Alice licked her lips and glanced at Klein who was cosplaying as Gehrman Sparrow. (End of this chapter)