Mystery: Lucky

"What's wrong?" Alice looked at Caspers after changing her appearance.

"It's okay, come with me." Caspers quickly withdrew his surprise and led Alice away.

Alice followed Caspers, who was limping, through the bar kitchen, into the alley behind, and around to a dark house.

After that, Caspers motioned Alice to stay where she was, and he went forward and knocked on the door in a certain rhythm.

Even if it was not intentional, the extraordinary ability of the machine made Alice remember the rhythm of Caspers' knocking - although Alice suspected that it was useless.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, and a pair of brown eyes appeared from inside.

After being examined for a while, the door opened back and a man wearing the same iron mask appeared behind the door. He threw Alice a hooded robe and asked Caspers in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you say not to bring anyone here recently?"

"She came to the door by herself. I don't know where she got the news. And she is the same person as you. I can't do anything..." Caspers explained.

So the man frowned and looked at Alice, who had already put on the hood. Noticing his gaze, Alice raised her head and responded calmly: "Just think of me as lucky."

The man glanced at Alice coldly, knowing that it would not be a wise choice to drive her away at this time, so he could only vent his anger on Caspers: "Remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise, hum!"

Then he closed the door, turned around, and led Alice through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.

The only light source in the living room was a candle on the coffee table. The dim light was not enough to illuminate the entire living room. A few people wearing hoods and iron masks sat together in this dim light... It really looked like a gathering of an unknown cult.

Although she was complaining in her heart, Alice lowered her head quietly on the surface and found an inconspicuous place to sit in the corner.

The man walked over and said something in the ear of an old man sitting on a single sofa. The old man glanced at Alice and nodded, so the man left.

So Alice understood that her stay was temporarily tacitly accepted.

In this silent and vigilant atmosphere, several more people came here one after another, making the sparse figures gradually dense.

"It seems that these are the only ones today," the old man said after an unknown period of time, "Let's get started."

He didn't mention me deliberately... After the old man finished speaking, Alice's eyes flickered slightly under her drooping eyelashes.

"I want to buy the medullary crystal of the 'Spring of Elves'. Who has it?" After a brief silence, a man sitting not far from Alice suddenly shouted, startling Alice.

Alice turned her head and glanced at the man next to her. His hood was open, revealing his masked face. The fat on the lower half of his face that was not covered by the mask was clearly visible, and it was still shaking as he spoke.

Alice narrowed her eyes slightly. Some features on the lower half of the man's face gave Alice a sense of familiarity. She suspected that this was someone she knew.

Before the man noticed Alice's gaze and turned his head, Alice retracted her gaze and lowered her head as before, waiting for others to speak.

There was silence in the air. The man did not get the answer he wanted. He smacked his lips twice and muttered, "Really, every time I ask, there is no answer... I also brought four bottles of potions this time. They can effectively stop bleeding and promote wound healing. The effect is much better than going to the clinic. It is effective within six months."

Huh? He is a pharmacist?

Alice suddenly found the source of that familiar feeling. She realized that the pharmacist in front of her was the pharmacist she had met in Tingen City, the guy who ran away. Damn it...

The murderous intent that suddenly emerged in her heart scared Alice. She suddenly suppressed the murderous intent, but deeper confusion filled her heart: How could I want to kill someone? How could I want to kill someone because of this?

A fear spread from the bottom of her heart. The best explanation was that her personality changed drastically because of recent events - but if that was the case, Alice would not have to be afraid of it.

The budding murderous intent disappeared quickly after being discovered by Alice, making it impossible for Alice to explore the source of this murderous intent. It was useless except for making her realize that this idea did not come from her.

No, it can't be said to be useless... At least it made me alert, otherwise I might be slowly influenced and become another person without knowing it...

Alice calmed her emotions under the cover of the hood, and the schedule that was originally temporarily placed after the promotion was adjusted forward again, and was on the same level as the promotion - she needed to find her past.

At this time, the fat pharmacist's potion had been bought by another person at the party, and a woman spoke up: "I want to sell a weapon."

Alice, who didn't bring any money, also pricked up her ears - she didn't plan to buy or sell anything at this party at the beginning. In addition to trading, the biggest role of these parties for her is to help her grow into a qualified extraordinary person.

"One is a rune steel sword, made by the Church of the Eternal Sun. It has the effect of purification and exorcism. It is the nemesis of undead creatures such as water ghosts, wraiths, and zombies. It can be used for three years. Of course, it is sharp enough to kill people." The woman's voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, obviously concealing her characteristics. "500 pounds, or the formula of Sequence 8 'Barbarian', you can get it."

Barbarian? I don't know which way of Sequence 8...

No one responded, so the woman fell silent in disappointment.

"I want to sell a special extraordinary item," followed by another person, "This extraordinary item is called 'Wealth Accessory', it can make people's fortunes rise within three months, you can get it for only 2,000 pounds, believe me, you can get more than this in three months."

Alice, who was still complaining outside that her sequence was very suitable for gambling not long ago, was silent, but she soon realized that something was wrong and asked, "What about the side effects?"

"...If you don't sell it to someone else within three months, then you will become a pauper in the next half month, even if you sell it, it will be useless." The other party gave the answer reluctantly.

As a lucky person and about to become a disaster priest, Alice felt that her understanding of Eurasian conservation had taken a step further.