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LORD OF THE MYSTERIES: THE LUCKY ONE

The bad news is that you’re dead. The good news is that you’ve transmigrated. The bad news is that it’s into a world of mysteries. The good news is that you haven’t read the book. The bad news is… what you’ve just swallowed by mistake seems to be the extraordinary characteristic of a lucky one. “Writers need to be logical, but fate never is.” Lite Version Introduction: A mysterious fanfiction, female protagonist, no romantic pairing, monster path.

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Chapter 129: Chapter 3 - Miss "Fate's" Monocle

Chapter 129: Chapter 3 - Miss "Fate's" Monocle

This week's Tarot Gathering was somewhat special.

As usual, "Justice" Audrey greeted everyone starting from Mr. Fool:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~ 

Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man~ 

Good afternoon, Mr. World~ 

Good afternoon, Miss Magician~ 

Good afternoon, Miss Fa..."

Her voice abruptly stopped.

Alice turned her head in confusion, adjusted the monocle on her right eye, and blinked at Audrey, asking, "What's wrong, Miss Justice?"

Remembering last week's Tarot Gathering, Audrey didn't speak. She glanced at Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray mist as always, and greeted dryly out of trust for him:

"Good afternoon, Miss Fate."

Alice nodded happily.

The other members, who remembered the story of the monocle and Amon, also noticed the monocle on Alice's right eye but refrained from asking. Finally, Alice couldn't hold back and spoke up:

"Don't you all think my monocle is beautiful?"

No one responded, and the Tarot Gathering fell into a deathly silence.

Alice looked at each person in dissatisfaction, and finally, only "Hanged Man" Alger sincerely praised, "It's very beautiful."

Alice immediately brightened up, "I knew it! I just took it from Amon's corpse!"

Alger fell silent as well.

To keep the gathering going, Klein, shrouded in gray mist, knocked on the table twice, drawing everyone's attention before saying:

"Stop it, Fate."

Alice pouted, kicked the leg of her chair, and slumped onto the table.

This behavior almost confirmed that Mr. Fool and "Fate" knew each other and were relatively equal in status.

However, except for "Magician" Fors, who hadn't seen Alice act so boldly, even "Sun" Derrick wasn't particularly surprised.

Fors was briefly astonished before realizing the truth.

After this, everyone turned their attention to Alice's words.

Amon's... corpse?

Huh?

Finally, Derrick asked, "Miss Fate, did you... kill Amon?"

"No," Alice blinked, "it was just a Sequence 4 avatar... and if you round it up, you could say Amon killed himself?"

Just a Sequence 4 avatar.

Just.

The Tarot members chewed over Alice's words with subtle expressions.

In the end, only Alger looked up humbly and said, "Honorable Mr. Fool, I have gathered three new pages of Roselle's diary."

Klein smiled and responded, "What do you want in exchange for them?"

Alger glanced at the card covered by Mr. Fool's hand and then at Alice, who seemed deep in thought, before finally saying:

"I want to know what the card beside you is."

This request was too simple for Klein. He chuckled and said:

"Sure.

"Do you want everyone to hear, or just yourself?"

"Just myself," Alger answered without hesitation.

After Mr. Fool finished reading the diary and said, "You may begin," Audrey was the first to ask:

"Miss Fate, what do you mean by 'killed himself'?"

Then, as if remembering something, she added, "I can pay a price."

Alice blinked at Audrey.

"I can also pay a price," Alger joined in.

Alice continued blinking at Alger.

"Can't you tell us?" Audrey asked curiously.

"No," Alice shook her head, "it's just that I don't know the specifics either—anyway, he probably stole something he shouldn't have."

"Stole something he shouldn't have?" Audrey asked, puzzled.

Alice blinked and smiled at Derrick: "Mr. Sun, I need you to find an opportunity to hold a request-for-grant ceremony near Silver City—note, near, but not inside the city."

"What are you planning?" Derrick asked, frowning.

"To send a gift to the great Angel of Time," Alice blinked innocently, "after all, the Angel of Time personally said I was suited to be a 'Provocateur' and even gave me a bottle of 'Provocateur' potion as a keepsake~"

This sarcastic tone left the Tarot members in silence, agreeing that "Miss Fate might indeed be suited to be a 'Provocateur'."

Even without knowing which pathway "Provocateur" belonged to or its sequence, the name alone explained the potion's nature.

Derrick looked at Alice and asked worriedly, "I want to know, what will happen to me..."

"Don't worry," Alice said sincerely, "at worst, you can pray to Mr. Fool immediately after you leave."

Derrick glanced at Alice and then at Mr. Fool, who nodded slightly in the gray mist, reassuring Derrick and making him agree to the request.

Alice seriously reflected on her unreliable image and then spoke again: "You don't need to keep looking for Charlie King."

He's already dead!

Realizing that Miss Fate had not only dealt with an Amon avatar but also a Sequence 5 in a week, Alger lowered his head, contemplating whether he had ever displeased Miss Fate.

Alice proposed a third matter:

"I want to sell a special extraordinary item.

"Its previous owner called it the 'Wealth Accessory,' and that is indeed its main function.

"It will increase the owner's fortune within three months, but if you don't sell it within those three months, you will lose all your wealth in the following half-month.

"Note that each time you profit from it, your concept of 'wealth' will distort, and eventually... even your extraordinary characteristics and life may become 'wealth.'

"Also, the wealth brought by the 'Wealth Accessory' can be felt through it—you need to sell the 'Wealth Accessory' at that price.

"200 pounds, who wants it?"

This strange side effect left everyone looking at each other, and finally, Alger asked, "Did it bring you 200 pounds of wealth?"

"No," Alice shook her head, "it's because I still owe Mr. Fool's favored one 200 pounds."

—1100 pounds, minus 600 pounds above the gray mist, and 300 pounds for the "Barbarian" formula, leaving exactly 200 pounds.