Mystery: Lucky

Alice walked over and pulled a thin notebook from the cabinet.

Different from Grossehl's travel notes, which are not simple at first glance, this seems to be an ordinary book... Oh wait, the stories in the book are copied by hand!

Alice turned to look at Edwina.

"I collected this at a secret gathering not long ago," Edwina walked over and said, "It contains a very interesting story, but it should be fictional, after all..."

She paused and did not say the reason, but smiled and said to Alice: "You should be interested, because the protagonist of the story is a 'prophet'."

prophet?

Alice was slightly startled and opened the contents curiously.

Cassandra, the third daughter of King Priam of Troy and Queen Hecuba, was their most beautiful daughter. She was as beautiful as golden Aphrodite and was a priest of Apollo...

ah? ? ?

The first familiar name is Vision, the second familiar name is Coincidence, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Okay, it's not that exaggerated, but the names Cassandra, Aphrodite and Apollo appear in the same frame, and Alice has given up any hope.

...This is obviously Greek mythology!

No, I’m actually not sure. Maybe it’s Roman mythology, haha.

Alice read the entire story with a subway old man cell phone expression.

In the story, Cassandra is a Trojan princess who was given the power of prophecy by Apollo. Later, she was cursed because she refused to meet Apollo, and became a prophet whose prophecies were not believed.

What follows is Cassandra's tragic life, and in the end, she dies because of a prophecy that no one believed.

Alice read the entire story patiently. Although she did not remember many details of the story clearly, the familiar names and similar content made Alice certain that this was a Greek myth or a Roman myth that someone copied.

...Emperor Russell?

Admittedly, this was indeed the easiest answer to think of, but Alice immediately ruled out this possibility - how could Russell copy the story in obscurity? He should tell everyone that he wrote it!

However, Alice understood why Edwina thought this was fiction.

After all, the names of the gods on it have never been heard before - even for a civilization as isolated as Silver City, the gods they believe in have left traces in history.

For such a completely unheard name, the possibility of fiction is certainly higher than the possibility of a hidden civilization.

Alice closed the book without saying a word and asked solemnly: "Can you tell me in detail... about the person who gave you this story?"

Does she know anything about that story?

Edwina's eyes brightened slightly, and she said to Alice: "The man concealed his appearance... Why don't you try divination?"

"Then I have to ask you if you know it..." Alice said while trying to divine the origin of this story.

Yes, the origin of the story - it doesn't really matter who copied it or how many times it went through. What matters is the person who wrote the story in the first place.

But Alice soon discovered that the outcome would disappoint her.

The origin of this story was obscured by an unknown force. Alice withdrew from the gray phantom and realized that she was still unable to see the truth clearly.

Alice frowned hard.

She is essentially equivalent to the unique path of "destiny" in life, and she is also entangled with a part of the power belonging to the "Key of Light" of the source of matter. Theoretically speaking, her authority is very high when it comes to destiny.

If she wasn't afraid of death, she would have been able to take a peek in the old days, the pillars... She hadn't tried the pillars yet.

Theoretically speaking, as far as she knew, the only person who could stop her from anti-divination was... herself?

Alice was lost in thought.

"Have you heard of this story before?" Edwina's voice brought Alice back to her thoughts, "You seem to care about it."

Alice was silent for a moment, put the notebook back in its place, lowered her eyes and said:

"It shouldn't be here... Just like the clothes I'm wearing, they don't belong to existing civilization."

"It does not belong to the existing civilization..." Edwina's eyes became brighter, "Can you elaborate in more detail?"

Alice paused slightly, raised her head to look at her, and said after thinking for a moment:

“I come from...before the First Age.

"I once woke up in the second era, and then fell into a deep sleep. I didn't wake up again until not long ago."

She looked at Edwina calmly, and she could clearly see the overlapping emotions of shock and joy flashing in Edwina's eyes, as well as the fear that was overwhelmed by joy.

"Do you mind staying on the ship for a while?" She suddenly suggested, "We are different from ordinary pirate ships. We are closer to treasure hunters in nature. Our main activities are to search for various treasures on the sea..."

Alice was lost in thought.

Looking at Edwina who was trying to recruit her, Alice closed her eyes and asked, "Do the people in your Knowledge Church want knowledge at the expense of their lives?"

...She has never considered why I can live so long!

She, she only cares about the civilization before the First Age... Oh no, maybe she also cares about the history of the Second Age that I remember.

Edwina's excitement and the fear and awe of Audrey and Alger when they first heard the news were in stark contrast. At one point, Alice remembered Klein, whose first reaction was to show concern for her.

Could it be that people are so different from each other...

A hint of confusion flashed across Alice's eyes. She suddenly remembered Winfred Gregory, who had given her an inexplicable feeling when they met twice, and suddenly had a subtle feeling.

Strange, inexplicable, and unconventional... Why can't he be a human?

That is to say, there are so many people in this world. If someone's personality is more like a human, it's normal, right...?

...Why do I still use this word to describe myself?

Alice cursed Amon fiercely in her heart, and then said to Edwina:

"I won't tell you unless you... uh, unless you convert to me?

"No, forget it, it's too strange for believers to teach the God of Faith... Don't do this, you must not do this, I won't tell you!"

Alice clearly saw that Edwina had a moving expression for a moment, and after hearing the second half of her words, she showed regret.

The believers of the Church of Knowledge are not all fence-sitters... Alice silently sympathized with the God of Knowledge and Wisdom for a second in her heart. (End of this chapter)