Mystery: Lucky

The long-lost topic was brought up again. Alice was stunned for two seconds and remembered the extraordinary person who liked to study hybridization technology.

"... The extraordinary person you mentioned before, is he on your ship?" Alice hesitated.

Klein swallowed his saliva in the gray fog.

Cattleya nodded heavily.

He sounds like a strange person, but I'm so curious and want to see... Alice didn't say anything. She just looked at Cattleya with a bright look. Cattleya realized that she had no possibility of refusing now.

She couldn't help but look at the "world". The "world" replied as if it didn't receive her hint:

"Then it's decided, Ms. Hermit."

She, she just likes to play a little, she shouldn't come up with anything weird... right?

Mr. Fool spent the entire Tarot Club in an extremely worried mood. He had the idea of ​​regretting several times, but he gave up after just one thought.

—— Alice might just think it's fun now. If he regrets it, she will be in trouble.

This matter was settled. After the Tarot Club, Alice asked Klein a question:

"Do you know how to bypass the 'Hidden Sage' if I want to discuss some extremely secret and rare knowledge outside?"

Klein glanced at Alice, pondered for a moment and asked: "...Why do you think I know this?"

Alice blinked twice, and said softly "Ah" before saying: "It seems so... No, I just ask you out of habit when I have something..."

"...Why do I feel that," Klein remembered Alice's adjective for Medici, and his expression gradually became weird, "I am now like your long-lost mother who has no blood relationship..."

Okay, it seems a bit... Alice lowered her head, thought for a few seconds, raised her head and seriously refuted:

"Don't say that.

"Maybe we will have a chance to have a blood relationship in the future!"

Klein looked at Alice with an extremely horrified look, and screamed excitedly: "Even if there is a 'restart', men can't have children! "

Alice reminded faintly: "The taste of the faceless man is really..."

"Alice!" Klein interrupted her angrily.

Alice obediently changed the second half of the sentence:

"When you get to the end, don't talk about men. It's not certain whether you are a human being. I think it should be normal to be able to have children..."

Yes, in fact, according to her, the gender of the high sequence of the "Destiny" path seems to depend only on self-cognition, and other paths are probably similar, with the exception of special cases such as "Witch" and "Iron Knight"...

I won't really be able to have children in the future... Wait, who will I have children with?

Klein thought of Amon, who was pregnant and gave birth to 108 children for him in the story, and the "Desire Mother Tree" who wanted to have children with him, and looked at Alice and fell into deep thought.

"What are you thinking about? "Alice said in confusion.

I was wondering who you should call dad if you call me mom... Klein answered in his heart, but he knew Alice's character well and knew that once he said this, Alice would think about this question seriously.

He didn't dare to think about what Alice would think about.

In order to divert the topic away from the dangerous place, Klein gave Alice a suggestion:

"You can try to ask Bernadette, she is the leader of the 'Elemental Dawn', has been leading the 'Elemental Dawn' to fight against the 'Moss Ascetic Order', and is also a demigod of the 'Secret Peeper', she should be very experienced in this regard. "

Elemental Dawn... Alice recalled this organization after a brief recollection. This is a new organization that was born in the last one or two hundred years. It combines the elements of various schools of mysticism and has its own set of theories. Members are good at casting spells and master many ancient witchcrafts.

That is indeed a big shot in the extraordinary world. After all, our Tarot Club now has less than two hands of official members, and even has to rely on Mr. Fool's clone to support the scene...

Alice felt a little autistic. She clenched her fist and encouraged Klein:

"Mr. Fool, you have to work hard to recover your status and regain your authority, and at the same time carry forward our Tarot Club!"

"Ah?" Klein was completely confused.

"I look forward to the day when all 78 Tarot cards find their owners! ”

On March 7, 1350 of the Fifth Era, in Mr. Fool’s kingdom, Miss Fate patted Mr. Fool’s shoulder solemnly and described a blueprint for the future for him.

Mr. Fool’s attitude on this matter was as follows:

“…Alice, it’s fine if you lied to others, but why did you believe it yourself?

“I’m not the real evil god!”

Alice shook her head and said in a deep voice:

“Mr. Fool, I understand.

“For you, the glory of the past has passed away like a meteor across the night sky, buried by the wind and sand of the years, and covered by the mist of history.

“For you now, seizing every opportunity, creating new miracles, and letting new epics spread throughout this land is what you should do most.

“You are not the kind of person who will indulge in the past. Those will only become the beliefs that motivate you to move forward!”

Klein opened his mouth little by little, waiting in amazement for Alice to finish speaking, and then reached out to press his chin back.

…What’s wrong with her?

Forget it, at least I don't have to worry about her letting the cat out of the bag. I feel like she's almost believing her own words... Klein looked at Alice with mixed feelings, and asked carefully:

"Have you met any strange people or things these days?"

Alice was silent for more than ten seconds, then slumped down in the chair without any image, and answered with resentment on her face:

"I met a... uh, if nothing unexpected happened, it should be a 'prophet'.

"She called me 'child' all the time, and kept talking about 'the trajectory of fate', 'the veil of fate', 'the gears of fate'...

"I, I wonder if 'prophet' should be like this, to be If so, I'll adapt in advance...

"Oh, yes, 'Prophet' is the name of my Sequence 2 potion..."

Klein fell into deep thought.

He wanted to correct Alice's actions, after all, he didn't want to be an experimental subject, but after a little thought, he found that the prophet in his impression seemed to be true.

Mysterious dress and tone, ambiguous words composed of a large number of metaphors and allusions, plus a firm attitude, together constitute the image of the prophet in various stories and legends.

Of course, the premise of all this is inseparable from the most core thing-the successful realization of prophecy.

Moreover, these prophecies are often realized in unexpected forms. (End of this chapter)