Mystery: Lucky

Klein's reaction was very intense, so Alice didn't force him. She knew that too much is as bad as too little, so she just looked at Klein with a look of disappointment and sighed pitifully:

"All right……"

You'll agree anyway...

After taking a look at Klein, Alice asked again, "Did Triss tell you the result from Mr. Door?"

"Yes!" Klein was glad that she changed the subject. "She said..."

He told Alice about the ceremony again, and mentioned his thoughts on the blood of Beyonders from different paths. Finally, he said:

"Then, I'm going to ask Little Sun if there's any extra demon flesh and blood in Silver City. As for the monster route..."

"...I'll ask Roy King for it." Alice put forward a shield.

Klein had no objection. He just needed blood. They chatted for a while, and Alice made a request to Klein:

"I want you to bring them food for me. If possible, you have the Scepter of Life with you, and you can also borrow the cross from the little Sun... I want you to cure their diseases and cleanse their pollution."

“…Okay,” Klein did not refuse. “But, are there more cities in the ‘Forsaken Land of the Gods’?”

"Maybe," Alice replied, "I don't know. I haven't seen it with my own eyes. After all, most cities should have become ruins..."

Klein was speechless. He asked again:

"If possible, I mean if...if there's still time, can I try to bring more people out? Will that have any impact?"

"...Fortunately you didn't do it directly." Alice glanced at Klein. "'God-Forsaken Land' is the base camp of the 'Ancient Sun God'...Aren't you afraid that He will come to you if you steal His followers?"

"If you mean the 'True Creator', I think we already have enough hatred between us..." Klein had a strange expression.

Alice was choked by his words and immediately retorted:

"It's different, those are just little things, and if you do that, Adam will only support you, but...

"If you really clear out all the believers in the 'Forsaken Land of Gods', Adam will not let you go. Oh, and Amon..."

“…Then, if I meet him on the road, I can just bring him out. That should be fine, right?” Klein said hesitantly.

"Anyway, don't take too much... although I don't know how much is too much." Alice shook her head.

They chatted for a few more sentences, and then Alice took the initiative to log off and go to Roy King to ask for blood.

…

In a hotel in the northern district of Backlund, a young man with long black hair and a robe was sitting upright, looking at five ice cream sticks in front of him.

The five ice cream sticks were exquisitely made, with beautiful spirals that looked as if they had just been made. Everything was perfect except that they were sprinkled with chili powder, pepper, chopped green onion, ginger and garlic.

This is exactly Will.

Will had been looking at these ice creams for a very long time. When he passed by the ice cream stand, he remembered the ice cream with chili powder that Alice had sent him a long time ago.

He did not eat.

But Will would never forget that ice cream. He looked at the ice cream stand for a while and then had an urge to ask the owner to sprinkle some chili powder on it to see if he could try it. So he went to buy chili powder, and then... he also bought some other seasonings.

At Will's request, the boss finally made this unique flavor of ice cream. Will took them away and began to regret his impulsive behavior. He wished he could use a "restart" to return everything to the time before he bought the ice cream.

But Will had no habit of abusing his extraordinary abilities, and he eventually returned with the five ice creams of odd flavors, and then sat opposite them.

How about...try it?

After hesitating for who knows how long, Will finally reached out and picked up the ice cream in the middle, which was the one he was most familiar with.

The one with chili pepper.

A quarter of an hour later, Will swallowed the last bite of ice cream with difficulty and commented:

“It’s just as bad as I thought.

"What has she been doing during those years when she was missing? How could you think of... such a ridiculous thing?

"She's...hiss, so hot."

Will stuck out his tongue and stood up to find something to drink.

…

Derrick was drinking milk and eating bread made of mushrooms.

According to Silver City time, it should be morning now because the frequency of lightning has just increased.

After praying to Mr. Fool, Silver City successfully obtained the mushroom, which contained the recipes and nutritional effects of various foods dictated by Alice and translated and handwritten by Klein. She especially emphasized that minors should drink more milk, which would help them grow taller and stronger.

So, Derrick, who didn't like drinking milk, started drinking milk with other minors.

Of course, this was limited to milk. Derrick liked other foods, such as the bread that Miss Fate introduced, which could be used as a staple food and was essential for every meal.

This is made from a kind of mushroom that is said to be equivalent to wheat. This mushroom is covered with golden stars, and its cap is as big as an adult male's palm. According to Alice's description, this mushroom is most suitable for being ground into powder and making bread. In fact, Alice also mentioned oriental foods such as steamed buns and dumplings, and complained about the baguette and black bread as a pair of spear and shield, but Klein cut corners and did not write a single word, only writing the most critical part.

In addition to these, Alice also introduced what each type of mushroom looks like when cooked. This is the experience of Klein and Alice, mainly tested by Alice and summarized by Klein.

After testing the safety of these mushrooms, the City of Silver held a mushroom festival and paid for a potion recipe from a "classical alchemist".

Afterwards, these mushrooms became the main food of Silver City. Of course, this was not without problems - due to thousands of years of cleansing, the area around Silver City had become safe enough, resulting in a small number of corpses. This was mainly due to the fact that the production of mushrooms used to make bread was still insufficient.

Derrick heard that someone deliberately placed himself in darkness in the hope of becoming bait in order to hunt monsters and cultivate mushrooms.

Then, he was eaten.

Derrick was eating breakfast while summarizing the news and feelings he had heard. This was a request that Klein had written privately. He hoped that Derrick could give some suggestions on how to improve the mushrooms so that he could give Frank some advice to prevent Frank from getting upset.

After finally swallowing the last mouthful of milk, Derrick was about to continue eating bread when he suddenly felt something and looked out the window.

A man emerged from the shadows outside the door and said, "Derrick, the chief asked me to give you this bottle of blood."

The Chief is back? Derrick stood up suddenly and said, "Okay, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the shadow in the crack of the door come alive and push out a small metal bottle.

Derrick knew very well that it contained the Demon Blood Night that Mr. World wanted.

…

Roy King handed over the blood without asking any questions, and his decisiveness frightened Alice. She ran away as if she was afraid of being entangled.

After giving the blood to Klein, Alice thought for a moment and decided to write a letter to Frank Lee about the mushrooms.

『

Dear Frank,

Sorry for getting back to you so late, Gelman and I tried your mushrooms one by one and have to say, every single one was fantastic!

Hermann and I gave these mushrooms to people who really needed them. In exchange for them, we got a potion formula from an ancient alchemist. I think that maybe someday, Hermann will give it to Ms. Admiral of the Stars. You can look forward to it.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

In fact, when I heard about the existence of this mushroom, the person who got the mushroom asked me a question. However, I think it is too dangerous for you at this stage. Maybe when you become a demigod, we can talk about this issue again.

By the way, how is Sharf? I hope he is okay. After all, you know, it is not easy to find a suitable assistant.

Your friend, Alice.

』

She carefully considered the words and handed the letter to Renette. The messenger lady would not refuse to deliver the letter. As for the gold coins...

"Ask Frank, or you can ask Hermann." Alice said coldly.

So the messenger left with the letter in her mouth. As for who paid...

Judging from the fact that Mr. Fool didn't come after her, it was probably Frank.

…

After uncovering the "paper angel," Klein poured the bottle of demon blood into a ceramic jar and stirred it for a while with a thin glass rod.

"Huh, I finally collected them all." Finally, he stared for a few seconds and sighed.

This would give George III plenty of time to make additional preparations before the ceremony.

As for whether the blood of the "assassin" and the "demon" could erase the connection with the person in question in time, Klein didn't care, because he had confirmed that the original owners of the two bloods were dead.

——He divined the origin of the "assassin's" blood to find out whether it belonged to the witch Triss. If it did, he would consider whether to keep some of it and apply it to the surface of "Groselle's Travels" afterwards.

The result disappointed him, but it didn't surprise him at all. A witch who was also good at divination and curses couldn't help but be on guard against similar methods.

However, does the "Instigator" potion have the effect of improving IQ? And the "Conspirator"... If not, I really can't imagine how Danitz can continue to advance...

As Klein thought about this, he threw the ceramic jar in front of him into the pile of debris.

He immediately returned to the real world and browsed the detailed ritual provided by the witch Triss.

This is a ritual that can help Klein talk to Mr. "The Door" during the full moon.

"Nine kinds of gems in total—isn't this too extravagant?" Klein muttered casually while reading.

Although he was already a well-known wealthy businessman and philanthropist in Backlund, and he could afford gems, Klein still maintained his previous frugality and calculated the balance to the penny every time.

When he saw the ceremony, he instinctively calculated the price and then made a serious decision.

If I plan to try it at that time, I will use the gems from the historical projection instead... If it doesn’t work, I will buy some!

…

"Have you confirmed his identity?" On the street, a young man dressed as a postman stopped his bicycle and rubbed his right eye socket. "Really, I don't know what's wrong with Backlund's Church of the Storm. Recently, they are strictly investigating people who wear monocles on their right eyes. Even cats or dogs with dark circles under their eyes and a circle of patterns on their right eye sockets are not spared... I don't dare to parasitize the people of the church, for fear of being discovered by them, sigh..."

“Yes, yes.” An ant touched its antennae at his left ear, making a tiny sound. “Not only that, they also started cleaning places like sewers. There are even fewer rats in Backlund recently…”

“The worst are the crows!” His buttons lit up. “I dare say there are no living crows around here now!”

"I really don't know who reported us..." One of His hairs lifted up, "Could it be Alice?"

"He doesn't know we are here," the postman rubbed his right eye socket again and shook his head, "Alas..."

"Sigh..." The surrounding trees shook, and various insects and microorganisms stopped and let out a common sigh.

"Okay, let's talk business," the postman smiled and stopped their noise. "Since we have confirmed that he is the new captain of the 'Red Gloves' of the Church of Evernight, maybe we should consider a plan... and the main body, we have to report this matter to the main body, including Backlund's recent unusual martial law."

"You're not going to hide this?" The ant wiggled its antennae. "To be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing my real self come here wearing a monocle and get caught."

"I had the same idea," the young postman said with a smile, "but didn't you hear that the main body had considered choosing one of us to be someone's pet dog..."

"...Ah?" The ant stopped moving. "To whom?"

"You know who it belongs to," the young postman sighed, "I don't want that day to come. If you have this ambition, you can give it a try. After all..."

He grinned teasingly and said in a low voice, temptingly:

"I heard that she has a way to make the clone escape from the control of the original body~

"Don't you want to get rid of the original body's surveillance and control and become a new original body? Go ahead, we will all support you!"

The ant moved for a moment, and then replied in the same playful voice:

"I will convey your wish to the main body. I believe the main body will be happy to satisfy you. Now you can go and investigate what kind of pet dog she likes." (End of this chapter)