Mystery: Lucky

Chapter 473 Chapter 51 Fortune Teller and Moon Mass

The gray mist dissipated in front of her eyes. Alice blinked and her attention was diverted again.

Ah, he was actually discussing with me how human flesh tastes...

This analysis surprised Alice. She realized that Klein didn't even consider the issue of auxiliary materials and fast-forwarded directly to the taste of human flesh.

But I have to say that there is really nothing wrong with his direction...

——If it can be confirmed that something is not delicious, then Alice really has no interest in trying it.

When he first saw Alice's question, Klein was startled. After trying to persuade Alice in a way that he thought was effective, Klein shook his head. After hesitating for a moment, he asked a question:

"Have you finished digesting the potion?"

Alice's answer to this question is of course - no.

After the gray fog dissipated again, she thought for a while and came to the top of the gray fog.

Before Klein could leave, after allowing Alice to enter, he turned to Alice who was walking over and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Alice sat across from him, leaned closer to him and asked, "Does scrubbing the toilet really help with acting?"

Klein looked at her expressionlessly.

Such a look made Alice think she had the answer. She stepped back in disappointment and sighed:

"Well, it doesn't look like it can."

"...No," Klein denied, "I did get some acting opportunities during my volunteer work, but if it were you, I have a better idea."

Alice looked at him curiously.

Klein recalled what he encountered in the Divination Club, looked at Alice, pondered for a moment and then said to her:

"You know, you really look like a magic stick in this outfit, as long as..."

"I understand!" Alice sat upright, visibly excited, "I can cover my eyes with another piece of white cloth, and then hang two white sails on a wooden stick. One has the words "Iron mouth is broken, the other is broken". One of them says to eliminate disasters and resolve disasters..."

Along with her description, the corresponding image appeared in Klein's mind, and he subconsciously added the following words:

"Then you go and set up a stall under the overpass?"

Alice nodded vigorously.

This plan is not unfeasible, mainly because she has a natural advantage in this matter - even if she is covered with a white cloth, she can understand the surrounding road conditions without worrying about hitting a roadblock.

She is no longer the Alice who couldn't walk without her eyes when she first met Klein.

This made Alice a little proud and a little sad. She thought of the captain back then and couldn't help but sigh silently.

Klein's attention was not here. He was thinking about the possible consequences of that, which made his face change slightly. After coming back to his senses, he looked at Alice and advised:

"People here can't understand Chinese."

This does make sense. Alice frowned and thought about it:

"This is indeed a question... Well, should I not write in Loen language? Uh, wait, is there a suitable overpass in Loen?

"If Roen hadn't, I might have to go to another country... In that case, I would have to learn the language of the country, right?

"No, forget it, that would be too troublesome. I might as well use the languages ​​commonly used among extraordinary people...like Hermes and Ancient Hermes...Ha, how about you translate it into Elvish for me? I remember Did The Hanged Man always think that I was related to the Western Continent or to the elves?

"However, if that's the case, ordinary people shouldn't be able to understand it...it's all incomprehensible language anyway, why not just use Chinese - oh no, they will call this Rosselvin.

"Really, Russell..."

Alice bulged her mouth in anger.

Klein felt inexplicably lucky in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Alice thought of another good idea and said to him happily:

"By the way, why don't I write it in Pinyin?"

Compared with Founder's Chinese, Pinyin is obviously more in line with her knowledge and personality. As for cracking...

Rosselvin has not been cracked for so many years!

Klein looked at Alice in surprise. From Alice's expression, he realized that Alice had already made a decision on this matter and was about to implement it.

Instinctively, he didn't want to let Alice go directly like this. It would be too dangerous for anyone who accidentally met her.

But this time it was too late to think carefully about what to say to persuade her. In a hurry, Klein only had time to say one weak piece of advice:

"You don't know where the overpass is suitable for setting up stalls and telling fortunes..."

"I can divine." Alice replied without hesitation.

These words left Klein speechless. He had to admit that this choice was quite consistent with what she was going to do - it was indeed awesome.

His brief silence was taken as approval by Alice, who immediately left above the gray fog. Of course, she was not in a hurry to find a suitable bridge. For Alice, the most important thing at the moment should be to sleep. .

The next day, Alice was not in a hurry to find a suitable bridge opening. She did not forget that just tonight, there was a moon mass at St. Samuel's Church waiting for her to attend.

However, she could still make some preparations. For example, she could find a shop to make suitable sticks with white sails.

When Alice tried to draw what she needed, she realized one thing - the words on the white sail were actually written with a brush, and in Loen, in this other world, there was no brush exist.

Of course, she doesn't actually know how to write calligraphy.

This realization made Alice a little sad. When things came to a close, she had to give up the imitation of calligraphy and made a request to embroider the words on white cloth with black thread.

Alice only did this one thing that day, and then she waited idle until evening.

Angels have no need to eat. Eating on time is just a sense of ritual for Alice. In order to get a good seat in the church in the evening, Alice gave up dinner on this day and sat at the front of the church with a cup of sweet ice tea. on the seat.

Bishop Elektra completed his work seriously and did not look at Alice again. This did not disappoint Alice. She sat where she was and waited patiently for the evening to arrive.

There were more and more people in the church one after another. Alice saw Mr. Dawn Dantès with Richardson and waved without hesitation.

After a moment of hesitation, Klein led Richardson over, sat down next to her, and greeted her with a smile:

"Good evening, Alice."

The greeting was so polite that Alice couldn't help but look at him with a strange look. Then she remembered that they were strangers who had only met once, so she nodded and said:

"Good evening."

Afterwards, they both fell silent.

The people who walked in one after another did not exchange much greetings. Although in Alice's ears, the small chatter never stopped, it was obvious that not everyone would make as much noise in the church as she did.

They didn't wait long before a priest came over and led these people toward the large prayer hall.

The dim and quiet atmosphere made Alice feel that her heart suddenly calmed down. People around her seemed to be aware of this atmosphere, and the whispering voices completely disappeared.

In the quiet environment, Alice heard the neat and ethereal chanting:

"The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,

"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming of themselves,

"Dream of parents, wife (husband) and children, this is forever..."

As the holy and rhythmic sounds echoed layer by layer, the believers in the large prayer hall couldn't help but feel peaceful. They seemed to have forgotten the troubles of life and no longer worried about the various problems in the real world.

Under the guidance of several priests, they each found their seats and sat down. In front of the altar, Bishop Elektra, who was in charge of the high mass, took the "Apocalypse of the Night" and began to give a simple sermon.

After listening to a few words, Alice impatiently turned her attention away and heard the chanting in the background again.

It's so suitable as a lullaby...

In the silent darkness, Alice closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the priest stood in front of her with water and bread. Alice had opened her eyes long before her, took the water and bread from the priest's hand with a smile, and whispered her thanks. No one noticed that she was sleeping secretly.

Alice lowered her head and started to eat peacefully. She took a bite of bread with some water and found that the bread didn't taste very good. It was very dry. Without water, it would probably make people choke.

...No wonder they need to be given clean water.

Alice raised her head again, and there were candles lighting up on the altar. Against the darkness, they looked like stars at night, emitting reassuring light and heat.

Alice looked down at the water on the bread in her hand and gave up applauding.

At this time, Bishop Elektra led the priests and everyone in the choir to chant in unison again:

"We'll look up at the night sky,

"Speak her name tenderly: 'Night!

"There is no other word but 'Night Goddess',

"May the goddess, while the angels sing,

"Pick them with the sweet silence,

“And held in His gentle right hand.

"'Goddess!' If He hears it, he will definitely agree,

"A pure smile will surely be shown to the dead:

"'Come, rest, sleep, my children!'"

Therefore, the goddess ignored me, could it be because I am not dead...

Alice muttered something in her heart, and she was keenly aware that there seemed to be a faint power spreading out from the singing, covering the spirits of the people around her.

Huh...

Alice turned her head in slight surprise. In the darkness, she turned on her spiritual vision. Everyone's spiritual bodies were stained with sadness, including Klein.

In the flickering light of the candlestick, Alice saw them gradually shedding tears. She quietly looked away, secretly regretting that she didn't have a camera.

...Otherwise, I must take a photo of Klein crying and show it to him later!

Just as she was thinking this, Klein suddenly stood up, and Alice was horrified to find that he was holding a wallet in his hand.

She suddenly realized what Klein was going to do. She looked around and found that besides Klein, a few scattered people were also moving.

Maybe they were not the only ones... Looking at more people who had not yet recovered from their grief, Alice realized this.

So Alice had to grapple with this crucial question - should she donate money?

In pain, Alice looked at Klein again, ready to see how much money he had donated.

Klein held his wallet, stood up and walked into the aisle, walked all the way to the altar, and walked diagonally to the donation box under the kind and compassionate expression of Bishop Elektra.

He tapped his chest four times clockwise, drew a crimson moon, and then stuffed a handful of bills into it. Alice didn't see how much money was in it, but she could tell from the thickness and the denomination that flashed by that it was definitely a lot of money.

...How about I donate some too?

Alice hesitated, and she half stood up. Bishop Elektra, whose eyes were focused on the rich man who had just donated a large sum of money, immediately left his attention to her.

Alice and the Bishop looked at each other across the crowd, and recalled her last experience of donating money to the Church of Night.

...Should I go to the Church of Storms to grab some more?

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she seriously thought about the possible consequences of doing so.

Alice stopped between the two choices of being hit by the Lord of Storms and being locked up in a small dark room by the goddess, and realized that this might be a full-choice question.

She decisively gave up the plan of donating money, and sat there calmly, watching one person after another stand up to donate money. She was relieved to find that among the people present, there was still one person who did not step forward like herself.

——Richardson.

She looked at the valet with great emotion, and the burning gaze attracted Richardson's puzzled look back. Alice smiled at him kindly, and quietly poked Klein with her spirituality in Richardson's even more puzzled gaze.

"You must give your valet a raise when you go back!" She earnestly urged in the message she sent.

Klein was very puzzled by this request. He did not respond, and did not even spare Alice a glance, concentrating on chatting with Bishop Elektra.

The bishop was very polite to the rich man who had just donated a huge sum of money. In a few words, he decided the schedule for the lecture later. Seeing this, Alice shook her head and got up to leave here.

Of course, she knew that Klein couldn't really go to listen to the bishop's sermon. Their belief in the goddess was just as flexible - so flexible that if the goddess was the Lord of Storms next door, she would have given them a lightning strike long ago.

As for the purpose of Klein's doing this, Alice knew it very well - stealing the notebook, they had talked about it.

As for what the goddess thought of this matter...

Alice looked back at the Holy Emblem of the Night behind her, chuckled, and said to herself:

"Of course, it's with the eyes... uh, it seems that it can't really be said to be with the eyes... with the spirit?

"But anyway, peeping is definitely no problem!"

Alice nodded confidently and left the church. (End of this chapter)

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