Mystery: Lucky

Sandy's words made Liana feel relieved. After listening to Sandy's instructions, she hurriedly stepped forward to tell her thanks. She only took back her hand when Sandy reminded her that she still had to write the prescription.

Jonathan was surprised for a moment when he heard the result, but then he shook his head and felt relieved. He didn't think much about it. Only Allen did not become happy and frowned slightly.

He could probably guess what questions Sandy asked Ms. Liana after she went out, and he also knew that Sandy's diagnosis like this meant that, at least recently, nothing had happened to Hazel.

But Allen didn't forget the guy who lived in his wife's belly. He didn't want to think about it, but the time when Hazel became unwell happened to be close to the time when Velma gave birth to a stillborn baby, and Sandy's last The diagnosis made Allen even more suspicious.

Is it really... No, it must not be, it must be just a coincidence!

Allen, who had just returned to a peaceful life not long after, didn't want to be involved in an incident of the same level again. He could only keep persuading himself, telling himself that there were other possibilities, even though his face became increasingly ugly.

This abnormality was noticed by Ms. Liana. She asked Allen while Sandy was writing down the prescription:

"What's wrong, Alan?

"You don't look good."

The feeling of guilt grew wildly in this voice of concern, and Allen suddenly had the idea of ​​​​looking for Alice, but it only lasted for a moment.

Let's take a look first. If Hazel takes the medicine and it doesn't work, I'll go take a look...

Allen made up his mind in his heart, but just smiled on his face and said:

"Because of Velma's incident, I have been feeling bad for a while, but I have only gotten better recently."

It was undeniable that Liana also thought of Velma, but the result was good after all, and she comforted Allen again.

After getting the medicine and prescription, Liana took Hazel and left. Allen did not go to say goodbye. He watched Liana and Hazel disappear from around the corner and returned to his office in silence.

…

Hazel didn't think this medicine could help her.

She did not attack Ms. Liana verbally. Recently, due to the influence of her subconscious, her character has become much softer, at least she is no longer as disdainful of ordinary people's lives as before.

Of course, Hazel accepted her mother's kindness. She did not refute it, but became more and more anxious in her heart.

Where is the Extraordinary doctor in Backlund...

She frowned and followed her mother back uneasily.

It doesn’t mean that they have no clue. In the final analysis, when it comes to extraordinary people, in addition to wild extraordinary people and secret organizations, people’s first reaction is also the official extraordinary people, that is, the church.

It was not that Hazel had not considered the possibility of seeking help from the church, but she was still thinking and hesitating. After all, although Hazel could not remember the process of becoming an Extraordinary, it was probably not in an aboveboard way.

Subconsciously, Hazel felt that her existence might be illegal.

Moreover, maybe this matter is not that urgent...?

…

The waters of the Rossed Islands, on the "Future".

The gray-white mist subsided from her eyes, and "Hermit" Cattleya opened her eyes and frowned.

"'Hunter'..." she murmured, "'Reaper'..."

While she was thinking about it, she suddenly looked at the table with a feeling, and a letter appeared there at some point.

Cattleya paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she realized that this was probably a letter from Bernadette.

In a joyful mood, Cattleya opened the letter, unfolded the paper, and couldn't wait to read the first line of text under her head:

"That is indeed a descendant of Charles..."

That "craftsman" is really a direct descendant of Emperor Russell... He can no longer be allowed to mix with the believers of the "Original Moon", he must be brought to the "Future"... Cattleya became invisible while thinking. He nodded.

After she made her decision, she remembered the troublesome character and moral character of the "artisan" Scharf, and felt that she had the obligation and responsibility to discipline him.

...Otherwise, he might provoke an existence like Miss Destiny at some point.

Cattleya felt a headache when she thought about it. After some thought, she spread out the letter and wrote a reply to Bernadette telling her about the incident.

Afterwards, she walked to the window of the captain's cabin and looked outside.

After some searching, her eyes fell on Frank Lee, who was sitting on the side of the ship, chewing mushrooms.

"Frank." Cattleya shouted in a normal tone.

Frank, who was rolling up his sleeves, immediately came out of his contemplation:

"Captain, what's the matter?"

Cattleya solemnly said: "I will give you an experimental assistant later."

Frank was stunned for a moment, then showed a pure smile: "Okay!"

Seeing the smile on Frank's face, Cattleya suddenly doubted her decision.

…

At night, Alice sat up from the bed suddenly under the touch of spirituality.

Someone came into the room...who?

She blinked her eyes and became bolder after realizing that there was a dangerous warning coming from her underwear deep in her soul.

Alice reached out and enveloped the entire house with spirituality, and finally discovered something unusual in the center of the living room.

——On the sofa, sitting a lifeless, two-finger-thick figure!

Alice's pupils shrank violently, and she instinctively wanted to withdraw her spirituality, but the figure looked towards her room and smiled.

Then, Alice saw that the figure changed rapidly and turned into a dead mouse lying on the ground.

...?

Alice got up from the bed in confusion, pushed the door and walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room, wrapped her hands with paper, and picked up the dead mouse.

...It was quite fat.

Alice's expression was strange for a moment, and then her eyes searched the room to confirm the changes in the room.

Her sight froze when she fell on the coffee table. Although Alice's coffee table was usually cluttered with various things, some things would not appear on it, such as monocles.

And now, there was a monocle on her coffee table.

Amon...? No, it's impossible...

Alice blinked, and suddenly recalled the ability of the "Strange Mage". She shook the dead mouse in her hand that was still being held by the tail. After a moment of silence, her spirituality spread out of the house.

On the other street, Klein took off his hat and saluted like a magician at the end of his performance.

... Is he sick!

Alice gnashed her teeth in anger, and outside the window, Klein, who was bending over to salute, slipped and became a funny "clown" who accidentally fell.

But he was not angry at all, sitting on the ground and talking to himself:

"Sure enough, if the target is an angel, the digestive feedback is much greater than that of ordinary people..."

As he said this, his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Alice gritted her teeth fiercely, and chased after him with dissatisfaction, appearing in Klein's bedroom.

She wanted to question him fiercely, but her movements suddenly stopped, and her expression was strange:

"Someone fell on your balcony."

...?

Klein's mouth twitched, and he used his inspiration to observe.

The man walked straight into the master bedroom from the balcony, raised his hand and knocked twice. There was no knock. Klein frowned, straightened his clothes, sat on the armchair, and then looked at Alice.

After watching Alice disappear from the spot, Klein said slowly:

"Please come in."

The door of the master bedroom opened silently, but the cold wind did not blow in, only swirling in the corridor.

The "visitor" was a man of about the same age and height as Dwayne Dantes, with black hair, brown eyes, and deep facial features. He was a typical Loen person.

He wore a silk hat, his face was long and thin, and his temperament was quite cold, but not the type that made people feel uncomfortable, but the type that directly reflected the meaning of a suburban cemetery at night.

At this moment, Klein saw countless spirits surrounding this middle-aged gentleman, making him dark and layered around him, as if there was a world hidden.

Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was a demigod.

I just returned to Backlund, how come a demigod came to visit me...Except for the Archbishop of Backlund in the Church of the Dark, Dwayne Dantès's identity has never been exposed...Eating ice cream in the middle of the night doesn't count.

Klein looked at the door with a toothache, his face expressionless, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or shocked.

The demigod took two steps, and suddenly let his right hand hang straight down in front of him, causing his waist and back to bend, like a bow stretched to the limit.

He saluted solemnly in a strange posture, with an extremely respectful attitude, and at the same time, the cold wind pulled, and the door closed without making any sound.

Klein was almost stunned, not knowing how to react, and then his thoughts floated, and he vaguely had some guesses.

At this time, the demigod kept his posture unchanged and said in a deep voice:

"Patrick Braine of the Spiritual Cult has come to see you according to the oracle."

Oracle... Alice, who was hiding on the side, twitched her eyebrows and realized that this was the work of the goddess.

Klein half sighed and half smiled as he stretched out his right hand to his chest, but he didn't make any extra movements:

"What is God's decree?"

Brian slowly stood up, looked at the gentleman with gray hair sitting in the easy chair, and responded with a hint of enthusiasm:

"We succeeded, God finally woke up, and He asked me to obey your orders and accept your arrangements from today on."

Alice turned her head to look at the moon outside the window and remained silent.

Klein's emotions were complicated, but his expression did not change at all. He just stood up and said piously:

"I will obey the oracle.

"God's will is my will!

After expressing his opinion, he sat down again, looked at the demigod standing upright, pointed to the sofa opposite and said:

"Please sit down. Well, by the way, introduce yourself. This is basic courtesy, isn't it?"

Patrick Braine sat on the sofa, thought for a while and said:

"I am from Loen. I once went to East Balam for business. Because I was infected with a disease there, I almost died. I was rescued by members of the Spiritual Cult. I received the grace of the gods in a ceremony and survived, so I secretly changed my beliefs.

"My faction is always slandered by other members of the Spiritual Cult. They think we are blaspheming and trying to create a new god of death ourselves, but this is not the case. We firmly believe that God did not fall at the end of the Fourth Epoch, but fell into a deep sleep. We need to use a specific method to wake Him up and let Him revive little by little. Facts have proved that we are right, and you are the witness. "

Alice's expression became even weirder. She really wanted to show up and add something to this topic, but when she thought that Patrick came here after receiving the oracle from the goddess, she didn't dare to move.

Klein didn't know what Alice was thinking, he just asked:

"Where are the other senior leaders of your faction?"

Patrick Blaine said with admiration on his face:

"When I joined the Spiritual Religion, God had already awakened a little. This was all due to the saints in the past, who sacrificed themselves in rituals.

"Currently, we have three saints and one angel. They are all in East Balam. I am responsible for all matters regarding Backlund."

Sacrificing herself... Alice's expression twisted for a moment, thinking of "Cassandra".

Klein then asked:

"What's the name of that angel? Where is he now? Have you received any instructions from the oracle?"

Patrick Blaine said frankly:

“God has forbidden me to tell others or ask others about it.

"Our leader is called Heitel, which is both a surname and a given name. He was once the chief priest of the church. Later, he received the gift of God and became an angel. He has been dedicated to awakening the sleeping God. During a certain ceremony, he was inspired by Severe erosion, currently unable to leave his tomb, otherwise he will directly lose control. He is my teacher. "

She can't tell others, and she can't ask... Alice looked at this person with a strange expression, and began to speak in Klein's mind:

"You said that these secret organizations and cults can attract people because anti-fraud propaganda is not popular here?"

It's not impossible... No, now is not the time to think about this!

Klein brought his thoughts back in time and asked:

"He and the other two demigods are Bailang people, pure blood?"

"Yes." Patrick Blaine nodded.

Alice curled her lips when she received no response and listened quietly to Klein's continued question:

"How many sequences do you have currently?"

Patrick Blaine isn't hiding it: "I'm the Immortal."

Huh?

The name of the sequence caught Alice's attention. She had learned about the characteristics of the "immortal" from Klein and knew that this sequence would restart a life every 60 years.

As expected, Klein asked again: "How many times is this your restart?"

——This was not the word Klein wanted to use at first. It was purely because of Alice.

This is the knowledge that comes with potions. The "God of Death" path does not seem to have a true god or king of angels who likes to deceive the younger generation, or the "uniqueness" of activation. Patrick easily understood Klein's words and replied :

"I am not yet 50, and I have been an 'immortal' for less than 10 years." (End of Chapter)