Mystery: Lucky

Unable to find Amon, Alice thought for a moment, took out the monocle that Amon gave her, put it on, and then transformed the clothes into the clothes on the portrait.

Now she is Amon!

Lying in a coffin in Amon's tomb, with a monocle on her face, who dares to say she isn't?

Alice sat back on the coffin with peace of mind and lay down smoothly. Then she felt something was wrong and sat up from the coffin again.

The coffin isn't even closed yet!

Alice had an idea and realized a completely wrong question. She got up and hugged the lid of the coffin, and began to study how to close it while lying down.

It wasn't until Alice completed the task with difficulty and successfully locked herself in the coffin that she realized what was wrong.

...Why did she really lie down?

Alice looked at the coffin board above her head and thought about it for about ten seconds, and realized that sleeping in the coffin was a good idea.

Vampires are so smart, how did they figure it out... Oh wait, did Mr. "Moon" say they don't sleep like this...

After Alice confessed to the invisible Mr. "Moon" for a few seconds, she closed her eyes and began to sleep.

The large coffin made Alice feel less crowded inside, and she could even turn over as she pleased without reliving the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to turn over.

The coffin panels were tightly sealed, blocking out light and sound from the outside world. The only sound around was the sound of Alice's own breathing.

It would be nice if the coffin was a little stronger, preferably one that won't break even if the world ends, so that I can sleep in it and sleep through the world...

In her wild thoughts, Alice fell into sleep.

The dream she had in the past reappeared, and Alice once again dreamed that she was on a ship, looking for a treasure.

The dream came to an end step by step, and Alice once again saw the room full of treasures. The magnificent sight suddenly took away Alice's attention.

Alice stepped forward and reached out to pick up a handful of treasure, whether it was gold coins, gems, or something else.

However, there seemed to be no connection between her and the treasures in this room. She just stretched out her hand, and the moment she was about to touch the treasures, a dazzling light lit up, stimulating her to close her eyes tightly.

She felt her body falling downwards, and when she regained the sense of reality, Alice knew that she had woken up again.

She raised her right hand to rub her eyes, but she came across the familiar monocle. Alice reached out and pulled off the monocle. While rubbing her eyes, she opened her sleepy eyes to look at the person who opened the coffin board.

"You actually lay down in it..." Amon said to her in an exclamatory tone, "You even fell asleep."

Alice didn't know how to explain this. She chose to remain silent. She chose to see Amon's...companion?

The figure wrapped in a robe and holding a book with an ocean blue cover froze in place and looked at her and Amon. After Alice sat up, she saw the scar on her right eye at a glance.

Obviously, the corpse sat up from the coffin and the companions were still chatting with the corpse. This kind of thing is too exciting for ordinary people.

Sylvia's face turned pale, and her hands tightly squeezed the ocean-blue-covered book in her hands. Alice felt that she wanted to run away, just like she did every time they met in the past.

But she got no response, and the book was as quiet as dead.

After Amon finished speaking to Alice, he turned his head and smiled teasingly at Sylvia:

"Welcome to my mausoleum."

This sentence became the straw that broke the camel's back. Sylvia fell to the ground in horror, and the book with an ocean blue cover slipped from her hands.

It was no surprise that Alice's eyes passed over a certain book, or in other words, ever since she saw Sylvia, her peripheral vision had glanced at that book from time to time. This was the result of her efforts to restrain herself.

Alice knew that her reaction could never be hidden from Amon. She turned her head and said to Amon:

"I want that book."

These words woke up Sylvia. She ignored the oppressive power of a king of angels and an angel, and said hoarsely:

"It's you!

"'Cassandra' didn't respond to me because of you!"

Her purpose in shouting this did not seem to be to question Alice, but after staring at her for a few seconds, Alice realized that her purpose was actually to convince herself of it.

She seems unable to accept the fact that she was abandoned by "Cassandra".

But Alice didn't care about Sylvia's mental health. Sylvia was almost dead in her eyes. She just glanced at Sylvia lightly and then looked at Amon again.

"I want that book," she emphasized again.

"Okay," Amon answered this time without Sylvia taking the lead. He promised well and was not sloppy at all, "my dear best friend, little Alice who has already tasted the 'Insect of Time'."

...?

After being stuck for a moment, her mind started to work again, and Alice realized that Amon was learning the title she had used in a certain letter.

Scholar...no, cloned sheep!

Alice grinded her teeth and smiled affectionately at Amon:

"Thank you, Dolly."

"...?" Amon reached out and pushed up his monocle.

Alice didn't intend to explain the problem of cloning Dolly the sheep to Amon. She climbed down from the coffin, then jumped off the platform. The first thing she did was to reach for the book with an ocean blue cover.

Her fingertips touched the book, and the cover was as smooth as Alice had guessed, and it slipped from her hands.

Alice watched in shock as the book disappeared. She turned her head, and Amon spread his hands and said with a smile:

"I didn't take it."

"You just helped it escape!" Alice glared at Amon.

"Who said that?" Amon denied, "I just add a little fun to your life. Don't you think it's boring to have your wish come true after you wake up?"

Before Alice could refute, Amon disappeared from the spot, and then Sylvia's voice sounded:

"What doesn't belong to you will never belong to you. You can't catch Cassandra!"

Alice frowned all of a sudden, lowered her head with half pity and half mockery, looked at Sylvia from above and smiled:

"That's not necessarily the case...Besides, have you ever thought that if 'Cassandra' doesn't respond to you, maybe it's just because you are too useless, so you were abandoned?

"Anyway, if I were a 'prophet', I would definitely not choose a useless person like you as the protagonist.

"You're stuck at Sequence 7...can't you solve such an obvious puzzle?"

"Puzzle?" Sylvia repeated subconsciously.

"The stolen 'thief' potion, the deceived 'scammer' potion," Alice said in a slightly raised tone, "Of course the 'Decryptor' will decrypt it!" (End of Chapter)