Mystery: Lucky

Um?

Klein looked at Alice as if he noticed something. As soon as he looked at her, Alice raised her head reflexively and defended:

“I just didn’t notice him for a moment!

"What does it have to do with me that he offended Ourolius himself!"

"I just wanted to ask if the earthquake was your fault..." Klein explained.

After a pause, he added in time:

"I don't mean to blame you, I just learned that you...well, you can still do such a thing."

Alice, who was originally feeling guilty, suddenly became proud again. She puffed up her chest and said with a serious expression and tone:

“Awe and tremble, mortal!

"I am the master of misfortune...ahhhhh, I was wrong!"

Halfway through the play, Alice noticed that Klein raised his hand as if to hit her, so she screamed and hid behind Cattleya, holding her head.

Cattleya, who had seen similar incidents countless times, stood there silently, acting like a qualified dead person.

Anderson, who had encountered such a thing for the first time, opened his mouth in surprise and wanted to say something. But found that there was no suitable partner.

——The only person who seemed to be a suitable candidate, the adventurer whose name he didn't know, walked to the remaining half of the stone giant's remains and rummaged through it.

"Empty," he said, standing up.

"Can you get me out first!" Anderson shouted angrily.

At the end of this farce, "Star Admiral" Cattleya called two sailors whose names Alice couldn't remember and dug Anderson out.

Anderson walked with bared teeth and muttered:

"Damn it, I've been so unlucky ever since I saw that painting..."

Alice blinked and asked in confusion: "So what did you do to that painting? Did you really criticize His painting skills?"

Anderson Hood retorted without hesitation:

"I didn't! I didn't do anything!

“I was shocked at the time, but after staying there for a long time, there was no abnormality in the painting, so I thought it was an illusion.

"From there, though, our exploration team split into two parts.

"Most of them were frightened by my description and thought that the temple should not be explored. The remaining third, eager to harvest more treasures, set out towards the depths of the temple.

"We waited for a whole day, and waited for the turn of noon and night three times, but we still didn't wait for them to come back.

"We are all excellent treasure hunters. We knew something must have happened. After a little confirmation, we didn't dare to stay or wait any longer. We immediately left the temple and took the boat back the same way. We have harvested enough and don't want to take any more risks.

"After leaving that temple, we found that something had changed in ourselves. On the one hand, we became very unlucky, and no matter what we did, it didn't go well.

"Even if you take a few sips of light beer quietly, you will find that someone used the barrel as a toilet and peed in it... Oh, don't look at me like that, I don't have such a hobby. This is my companion's experience ”

Halfway through the story, Anderson was successfully distracted by Alice's questioning eyes.

"I know, it's okay." Alice looked at him pitifully.

Anderson seemed to want to say something to refute Alice. Klein realized that the topic would be diverted if this continued, so he reminded:

"What about the other side?"

"Yeah," Alice patted her head, "What about the other side? How did you get here?"

Seeing this, Anderson gave up the argument and continued:

“We gain control over ourselves in dreams, and we are no longer in a state of being confused, knowing something but being unable to take action.

"And, one of our companions claimed at night that he had been inspired by fate to find a key that could unlock all treasures..."

"Huh?" Alice opened her eyes wide.

Cattleya and Klein also looked at Alice subconsciously. Their reactions made Anderson realize that the matter was not simple, and asked tentatively:

"Have you guys encountered similar things?"

"How is your companion?" Alice avoided answering.

Anderson glanced at Alice and continued:

"He successfully convinced some of our companions, about one-third of the original number, to explore the dreamland with him and find the so-called key.

“We didn’t wait for those companions to return, and their bodies in the real world mutated into monsters, killing most of the sailors.

"And the companion who originally proposed to find the key...

"He He……"

Anderson's expression gradually became strange.

"What's wrong with him?" Alice asked.

"It's like... it's like he was defrauded of all his money and feelings by the person he thought was his true love," Anderson Hood said, "In short, he shouted after killing the monster with us Those words like 'It's all fake, it's all liars, it's all lies', committed suicide..."

"He didn't become a monster?" Alice frowned.

"No," Anderson shook his head, "He couldn't be better, but he just feels, feels...um...like, seems to be...desperate?"

Looking at their solemn expressions, Anderson added:

“However, no matter how we asked, he was unwilling to tell us what happened and was obsessed with committing suicide.

"And because we lack enough sailors and are too unlucky, if we don't watch him carefully...

"Then we encountered a series of bad luck and failed to reach the island before the storm.

“Our ship sank, and so did our harvest, and the rest of our companions either drowned, were struck to death by lightning, or were devoured by monsters in the water, and I did not see them all.

"Only me, who was stronger and luckier than them, was thrown away by the waves and successfully swam to the island. I started trying to make a canoe to get out, but my ax was also broken in the end..."

Be lucky... Alice's mouth twitched, she glanced at Anderson's still lame right leg, and asked kindly:

"Do you need treatment?"

"Oh," Anderson glanced at Alice in surprise, "Do you have any healing abilities?"

"It can be said that there is," Alice blinked, "But, since you are so lucky, why are you injured?"

"...Relatively speaking," Anderson tried to explain, "I am luckier than my dead companions."

"Not necessarily," Klein advised calmly, "At least your companion is just dead. If you meet her... you might be worse off than dead."