Mystery: Lucky

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They all fell silent.

Will Auceptin had made no secret of his previous hostility towards Alice. After confirming the relationship between Klein and Alice, it was not impossible to attack Klein.

But after careful consideration, Klein chose to question this speculation:

"If He wants to take action, what has He been doing from the time you got the Dice of Probability to now?"

"Maybe," Alice folded her hands on her chin and thought about this serious question seriously, "He thought I was too weak at that time and it was boring to fight."

Klein began to look at Alice with a strange look, until Alice finally couldn't help it and screamed to deny what she just said:

"I know that reason is not reliable!

"But you can't conclude that Will Asceptin won't hurt you just because of this, right?"

Klein looked at Alice, shook his head, and mentioned a seemingly unrelated matter:

"Do you think Ourolius meant to hurt Anderson?"

"Of course not," Alice denied without thinking. "It was obviously accidental, right? If it was Anderson who intentionally hurt him, then..."

Alice's voice suddenly paused, and she suddenly understood Klein's purpose in mentioning Anderson.

——If Will Auceptin’s purpose included Klein, then he wouldn’t be alive now.

Alice frowned slightly, looked at Klein up and down, and then asked slightly curiously:

"Well... let's forget it from my side. Is Will Asceptin trying to show his favor to you?"

Klein looked at Alice with a confused look, and met Alice's innocent eyes. After a while, Klein vaguely understood her gangster logic.

-Will Auceptin could have easily crushed him to death, but he didn't, so it was a gesture of goodwill.

He fell silent after reading it. He didn't know whether this statement was correct, but at least, if Will Asceptin had this kind of logic, he would definitely not support it.

As for Alice...

never mind.

Klein shook his head and asked Alice, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Alice blinked and began to rummage through what she had encountered during this period.

In fact, a lot of things happened, but Alice only focused on the things that required Mr. Fool's help.

There were not many such things. Alice only found the shadow of Miss Justice in her memory. She remembered that she originally planned to talk to Miss Justice.

She also recalled that she had never tried to summon a messenger after receiving the contract from Klein, but this did not seem to be something that required help.

As for “0-34”…

Alice shook her head and asked Klein:

"Can I store the '0' level sealed artifact here with you?"

"...Huh?" Klein glanced at Alice subconsciously. After all, the "0" level sealed object in her mouth most of the time refers to herself.

Alice realized what Klein was thinking almost immediately. She stared and said:

"I did not mean that!"

Next, she regained her momentum, frowned and said with a slight distress:

"The Church of Knowledge gave me a gift...a '0' level sealed object, which comes from the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Prophet'."

This name is not unfamiliar to Klein. Alice once mentioned this sequence to him. Even if not, the blasphemous card of "Wheel of Fortune" is still with him temporarily - although Alice refused him to allow this sequence in the Tarot meeting. A request for a card to appear with other cards.

This is because one more blasphemy card does not explain much about Mr. Fool's status, and Alice has a different kind of stubbornness towards the fact that both the Fool and the Night are her favored ones. She does not want anyone to think that she will The "Wheel of Fortune" blasphemous card is dedicated to Mr. Fool.

Unless Mr. Fool has nothing in hand and urgently needs something similar to maintain his style.

But the great Mr. Fool did not lack such a blasphemous card, so he only flipped through the card in private and did not take it out in the Tarot meeting.

The Mingming Sequence 2 "Prophet" is no stranger to Klein, and the reason why Alice received this gift is easy to understand. However, Alice's idea of ​​leaving "0-34" above the gray fog was unsettling. Ryan refused without hesitation:

"I'm afraid this isn't safe..."

He didn't elaborate on the rest of the reason, because he believed Alice understood, and it was obviously not Alice's first choice. She seemed to just ask casually.

As expected, Alice sighed, shook her head and said:

"I know, I just mentioned it in passing... I think there is nothing else to do, or you can help me call Miss Justice."

Klein looked at Alice in surprise.

Before he could agree, Alice shook her head and denied the matter:

"Forget it, I'd better go by myself... Uh, how about I ask Miss Justice at the next Tarot meeting?"

Alice looked at Klein with questioning eyes.

Of course she could go directly along the network line to find Audrey, but judging from Audrey's previous performance, Alice thought this might frighten Miss Justice.

It's never polite to scare a doctor.

"Okay." Klein agreed with her words with confidence.

So Alice took out a breath, shook her head and said:

"I have nothing else to do... Well, I'll go back first?"

Klein nodded, so Alice left the gray fog and returned to the real world.

The next day was Wednesday of this week. Alice still went to the church diligently in the morning, but now, in addition to praying, she had a new purpose - she was observing the actions of the priests of the church.

After all, if being a priest really provided an opportunity to play the role of "Doom Mage", Alice would be happy to try it - it was better than cleaning the toilet for two months like Klein.

Compared with the archbishop who seemed to always sit at the desk to handle official business, although they were also extraordinary people, the bishops were much freer.

The most boring bishop was the one standing in the middle of the church as a decoration. Alice watched him face believers one after another, preaching sermons, answering questions and solving doubts, and thought that if she was forced to do this kind of thing, she might not be able to complete the role of "Doom Mage".

- This was simply a doom that fell from the sky.

No, from this perspective, perhaps Archbishop Anthony's position is more suitable for me...

Alice shook her head in horror and looked towards the confessional.

She knew that there were bishops on duty in the confessional. For no other reason, she had gone in to confess herself - maybe it couldn't be called confession.

To be honest, Alice thought that the work in the confessional might be interesting, as long as there were enough believers like herself.

Of course, it doesn't have to be as exaggerated as her, just ordinary gossip will do - you know, the confessional in the church hides the gossip of the entire district.

If she had to choose one of these jobs, Alice decided to choose this one. As for ordinary priests...After seeing their busy figures, Alice thought that this job was not suitable for her.

Unless the church can accept that she uses "restart" to clean the church.

From Klein's performance, this kind of thing doesn't seem to be easy to accept, so Alice pushed this option back and didn't consider it for the time being.

This was the result Alice came to after observing for three consecutive mornings. As for why there was no fourth morning, it was simple. She was called in by Archbishop Anthony.

When she came out again, the box containing "0-34" had disappeared from her hand. She was holding a thick stack of books in her hand. It was said that this was a rewritten holy book.

When she was inside, Alice flipped through it casually and found that the church really did not adopt her nonsense. She did not write any shocking remarks such as "the night is her favorite". She just opened a volume like other saints.

This result was within Alice's expectations. She was not happy or disappointed. There was one thing that made her very happy - this holy book did not charge money. After hearing that the previous holy book was hidden, Archbishop Anthony had a strange expression, but he did not ask her to pay.

Although she was originally "taking" it away.

It was not until she walked out of the church that Alice remembered that she forgot to tell her work plan, so Alice decided to have another weekend.

Unlike Alice's leisurely life, Klein had a hard time studying for the rest of the week.

After a certain etiquette class, his conscientious butler Walter stepped forward wearing white gloves and said:

"Sir, since you are making rapid progress in etiquette learning, you can move up the rest of the courses."

"What courses?" Klein had a headache. After all, he hadn't even fully adapted to etiquette classes. He thought it was only a little easier than talking to Alice.

"History, international politics, philosophy, music, and common sense of sports such as golf, horse racing, and hunting." Walter answered meticulously.

"Philosophy?" Klein asked back in a bit of surprise.

Walter nodded and said:

"This is one of the easiest topics to talk about in the upper class. You don't need to do very in-depth research, but at least you should know what others are discussing, know that the source of pragmatic philosophy is Consiso, Mared and Patterson, not Emperor Roselle, and know that it was Luermi who proposed "people are born free."

"Many wealthy people are always prone to making mistakes in this regard when they first enter the upper class. They are used to pushing unknown words and unknown philosophical ideas to Emperor Roselle."

Klein was getting more and more headaches by what he said, and forced a smile:

"I don't have much to do recently, except taking a nap and going to church. You can arrange the course at any time. "

I really wish I could bring Alice along... No, forget it. With her here, I don't know what this class will be like, and I'll have to pay the tuition fee...

Klein hastily rejected his dangerous idea and decided not to let Alice know about it.

So he was alone - well, not too alone, because he had a vast amount of knowledge and many teachers from different fields to accompany him.

This was obviously not a pleasant experience. When he sat above the gray fog on Monday afternoon and looked at Alice who had arrived early, Klein suddenly felt like he was alive again. He asked Alice:

"I remember you attended Backlund's banquet. How did you deal with the etiquette at that time?"

"...Are you taking etiquette classes?" Alice asked tentatively.

"More than that." Klein answered briefly.

These short words seemed to contain all the sadness that Klein had felt during this period. Alice looked at him with pity and couldn't bear to tell the truth:

"I think you should know that I have never learned aristocratic etiquette or anything like that, and I... probably don't need to learn it.

"After all, who would ask an angel or saint to observe etiquette?"

Klein was speechless.

Yes, it is commendable that Miss Destiny abides by the law, not to mention the etiquette of the secular world? No one would ask her to do this.

Klein took a deep breath and asked again unwillingly:

"So what do you do when you attend the party?"

"I'm eating ice cream," Alice answered truthfully, "and trying to feed chocolate to Miss Justice's dog."

With a perfect answer, Klein closed his eyes painfully, ignored her, and waited quietly for three o'clock in the afternoon.

Alice did not intend to let him go, but thought of a possibility through his question. She curiously approached Mr. Fool and asked:

"Are you going to hold a party? If so, remember to invite me - you won't forget, right? "

Alice's tone did not contain any threat, but Klein finally stood in Audrey and Greylint's place and understood why no one would ask her for etiquette.

"Of course." He nodded decisively.

As for the reason... let's talk about it later. No matter how big the trouble is, can it be bigger than the trouble caused by not inviting Alice?

Next, none of them spoke again until three o'clock in the afternoon, and the other seats were filled with their respective owners.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" "Justice" Audrey's voice sounded first as always.

The brisk voice freed Klein from the painful study life of the past week. He glanced at Audrey's standard luggage action and reserved smile under the gray fog, and couldn't help but I couldn't help wondering if Miss Justice had taken the same course in the past.

For a moment, his eyes looking at Audrey became full of pity and sympathy. Fortunately, with the cover of the gray fog and the help of the extraordinary ability of the "clown", his strange emotions could not be read by Audrey.

Audrey completed a circle of greetings without knowing it. When she sat down, Alice looked at the seat of "Hermit" Cattleya curiously.

As expected, "Hermit" Cattleya took the initiative to speak:

"Mr. Fool, I only collected one page of Russell's diary this time." (End of this chapter)