Mystery: Lucky

In the end, Alice did not choose to go directly to Olavi to search. That night, she appeared in Klein's bedroom with the painting of a church, and asked Klein, who had spent some time in Olavi:

"Have you ever seen a church like this in Olave?"

Dwayne Dantès, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, was startled, but he was unable to remind Alice of the gender difference between them. After all, Alice had given the black cat a bath not long ago.

Klein was very sure that Alice didn't care about this at all. He simply ignored the weird feeling in his heart and warned himself that she was a child. Although she looked like a girl, her mental age was probably only in the single digits. He didn't You need to worry about this kind of thing with children of this age.

After giving himself psychological counseling, Klein lowered his head and picked up the painting and observed it carefully. Of course he had never seen it before. However, Alice always liked to cut corners when talking about things, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Lane thought there might be information in the painting that Alice hadn't mentioned.

He quickly found what he needed on the painting. The Holy Emblem of the Lord of Storms was so conspicuous. Klein shook his head, pointed at the Holy Emblem and asked Alice:

"Is this the church of the Church of Storms?"

"Ah..." Alice sat on the bedside without noticing while Klein was observing the painting, "That's it, right?"

Klein stretched out his hand to rest his forehead. He glanced at Alice, gave up on asking her to finish her sentence, and said instead:

"Although I have never seen the church and bell tower you drew, but if there is a limit to the church of the Church of Storms on Olavi Island, I probably know which one it is."

Alice looked at him with bright eyes.

Klein lived up to her expectations and gave the answer:

"San Draco Church... Oh, by the way, the sunset on San Draco Mountain outside the port of Oravi is very beautiful. You can go and take a look."

"?" Alice looked at Klein, her eyes gradually becoming confused.

"You have nothing to do anyway, right?" Klein spread his hands.

This is true. Alice nodded, noted the matter, and then asked curiously:

"How did you know about this? From a travel magazine?"

"Of course not!" Klein said, "I read it in a best-selling novel. The author of that book is Leon Mustang. He was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he was twenty years old. He In the book, he describes the sunset over the port of San Draco with great emotion, saying it is the most beautiful scenery he has ever seen."

Alice felt a rare moment of sadness. She suddenly remembered what she and Bernadette said when they introduced the meaning of the word "hometown". She pursed her lips slightly and asked:

"Have you been to see it?"

"I have seen it," Klein nodded, "That's why I told you...well, it is indeed beautiful."

Alice looked at him, her eyes drifting into the distance, and whispered:

"That's good. It seems that he doesn't think it's beautiful just because he can no longer see the sunset in Olavi."

Klein opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Alice once again exerted her ability to silence everyone with one sentence, but this time the silence was different from the past. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to be enveloped in a layer of oppressive gray. The hazy gray gradually penetrated and finally solidified between them. For a moment, their breathing was restricted.

Klein wanted to say something to break this discomfort. For the first time, he envied Alice's spirit of being able to make jokes under any circumstances, and fervently prayed in his heart that Alice would say something to break this scene.

Alice also rarely spoke. She sat quietly in her position, maintaining the same expression as before, as if she was wandering in the world.

This made Klein feel even more depressed. He turned his brain rapidly, trying to find something to say. When he was thinking hard, suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out:

"Hahaha, giggle, no, hahaha!"

Klein followed the laughter and saw that Alice was swaying with laughter and almost fell down. He couldn't describe his emotions, but the stagnation just now was indeed gone, so he asked Alice road:

"Why don't you just lie down and laugh?"

Alice took a moment to stop laughing, and then explained with a serious face:

"Because your legs... will hurt when you lie down."

She is quite picky... But, she really didn't think in other directions... Oh, forget it, there is really no need for children to worry about this...

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and then he asked, "Then why did you laugh suddenly?"

"Well," Alice tilted her head, "Don't you think it's funny how serious the two of us are?"

Is it funny? Klein didn't know, but Klein felt that for this reason, he should lose his temper at Alice, so he said to Alice in a quite calm tone:

"roll."

Alice blinked, looked down at her eyes, and said thoughtfully:

"Actually, if I hadn't been able to show you my mythical creature form, I might have been able to get out...

"After all, as long as I hold the tail in my mouth, it will be a ring."

Klein looked at Alice expressionlessly and said to her in a much more sincere tone than before:

"roll."

This time, Alice felt the rage, and she rolled away obediently.

Klein was not surprised that Alice's figure disappeared. He just felt suffocated as he had no energy to start, so he got out of bed, opened the curtains, and decided to get some air.

As the crimson moonlight entered the room, Klein unexpectedly saw a figure running out of Congressman Macht's house. He was not unfamiliar with that figure at all. He had seen it many times in the past few days - it was none other than Hairou. you.

Seeing Hazel get into the sewer again, Klein thought of Alice inexplicably and couldn't help but mutter:

"If Congressman Macht knew that his daughter sneaked out of the house and crawled into the sewer every night, he would be furious...just like I am every time I know that Alice gets into trouble."

…

Alice had no interest in rushing to Olawi overnight. She had a good sleep, reluctantly stayed in bed at dawn, and had a sumptuous meal at ten o'clock in the morning. Breakfast or dinner is a feast that only appears in Olavi.

Of course, she had no interest in slowly buying a ticket and taking a boat there. But when it came to finding St. Draco's Church, Alice finally chose to take a carriage.

The stable stopped on the street in front of the church. Alice got out of the carriage, raised her head slightly and saw the magnificent bell tower.

It was indeed the clock she saw in her dream. Alice felt relieved, recalled the scene in her dream, and walked towards the back of the church.

She finally encountered a problem in front of a street because she didn't remember which house on the street the house was, and the house itself had no characteristics. The most important thing was that she didn't see the house number.

This is really bad news. Of course, Alice knows that she actually has a way. She can recall the dream again and count the number of houses on this street that house is.

This was not difficult, but after Alice thought for a moment, she chose a more straightforward approach. She walked to the first house on this street, reached out and knocked on the door twice, and then felt it quietly.

The spirit was so quiet that there was no discrimination, and Alice realized that this was not the house she was looking for. She turned around and was about to leave, when someone inside opened the door.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a local opened the door. She looked around in confusion and asked Alice, who seemed to be turning around to leave:

"Did you knock on the door?"

"No," Alice replied calmly.

So the woman looked around again and muttered: "Who is it? You knocked on the door and couldn't come out... Oh, did you see who knocked on the door?"

"I don't know," Alice spread her hands, "I didn't see anything. No one knocked on the door at all?"

Her expression was so determined that the middle-aged woman guarding the door couldn't help but doubt her ears. She closed the door while muttering to herself. Alice exhaled and turned towards the second door.

"Perhaps it would be better if I went to divination and counted..." Alice said to herself and knocked on the door.

The spirit still gave no feedback. The good news was that no one suddenly opened the door and asked who knocked on the door. Alice walked to the third door with confidence.

She knocked on twelve doors in this way. During this period, some houses had people in them, some houses had no people in them, some houses had people who were as easy to fool as the first one, and some people still didn't believe it and wanted to scold her. The incompetent guy who told her to get away - Alice unceremoniously gave this person a bad luck and then got out.

When she stood in front of the thirteenth door, Alice raised her hand to knock on the door as before, but a voice rang from inside:

"Come in."

Alice suddenly withdrew her hand, took a few steps back, and looked at the house with a ghostly expression.

The voice in the spirit told Alice that this was the place she was looking for, but the ominous number 13 made Alice instantly alert. Coupled with this obviously wrong start, Alice stood at the door and observed carefully. stand up.

The people inside seemed to have expected this step. Alice felt something fleeting covering her for a moment. Someone took the opportunity to glance at her. Then, the voice sounded for the second time:

"Come in, little girl."

Alice frowned slightly, and the feeling covering her felt a little familiar to him. It seemed to have the same origin as her own power - oh, yes, Alice felt that it was the power of the field of destiny.

Extraordinary? Maybe it's the same way?

Alice suddenly remembered the quill and the eye behind Chanis' door. The two sealed objects impressed her deeply. There was also a "Cassandra" outside. This was... the fourth "prophet" "?

Alice frowned slightly and unfolded her spirituality. She caught a glimpse of an old man with no wrinkles on his face. This statement sounded a bit strange, mainly because the man inside had white hair, like snow.

The white-haired old man was looking in a certain direction with a smile. His smile could be described as friendly and kind. Alice guessed that he was looking in the direction of the door, which was also looking in her direction.

Alice judged that this was not a "prophet". If he really followed the path of "destiny", he should be a "chaos walker". This made Alice feel even worse, because it meant that fate had temporarily changed its strategy. He is no longer so anxious to urge her to take the "Prophet" potion, and is willing to wait for her to become a "Chaos Walker" first.

Is this good news? Alice didn't know, but Alice didn't think so. She didn't forget that she was brought here by her own divination, and she originally just wanted to find a bridge suitable for setting up a stall.

"Aren't you coming in yet?" the person inside asked again.

Alice knew she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached out and pushed. The door was indeed unlocked, and she pushed it open smoothly.

Alice reached for the door and walked through the entrance hall. The white-haired old man was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. Alice saw a cup of black tea in front of him and hot milk on the opposite side.

Alice became more and more confused. She had just classified the old man into the Extraordinary Characteristics that had been sent up, but Charlie King's performance made Alice think that maybe that was the proper expression of the Extraordinary Characteristics that had been sent up.

She glanced at the old man hesitantly, then walked to the sofa opposite and sat down, picked up the milk and took a sip.

"It tastes pretty good," she commented.

"There's more here that you like," the old man said with a smile. "If you become my student, you should be able to drink it often."

student……? Alice was keenly aware that something was wrong. She frowned, put down the milk, and asked the old man in front of her:

"I have a question.

"Can you tell me what exactly fate told you?"

The old man didn't show any strange look at Alice's question. He replied with a smile:

"Fate tells me that today, at about this time, I will be visited by one of my destined students who will inherit my mantle."

As he spoke, the old man's eyes fell on Alice. Alice knew that he was referring to herself, and the student was obviously referring to herself - her confidence came from the saying "inheriting the mantle".

How come inheriting extraordinary characteristics is not a form of inheriting a mantle?

Alice couldn't express her feelings. She put down the milk in her hand, frowned and asked the old man:

"You're a Chaos Walker, right?"

"Do you even know this?" The old man glanced at Alice in surprise, "Yes, I am indeed a 'Chaos Walker'. I am also the Destiny Councilor of the 'School of Life'. My name is Rachel."

School of Life... Alice's mood became more complicated. She felt that this was probably Will Asceptin's subordinate, but that was not what she was paying attention to at the moment. She sighed and said with a wry smile:

"Ha, fate even took care of my mental health."

"What?" Rachel asked doubtfully.

Alice leaned on the back of the sofa. She had calmed down now. She looked at Rachel, lowered her eyes and smiled:

"Do you know? A long time ago, I was also a member of the 'School of Life'." (End of Chapter)