Chapter 105: The Mercury Snake Seems Reborn
At 7:30 PM, in a seemingly aristocratic house in Queens.
Fors, in disguise, arrived at Mr. A's gathering. Instead of immediately writing her request on a note for the attendant, she decided to observe for a while first.
Soon after, the attendant distributed notes with identical content to everyone. Fors's pupils constricted upon reading the note: "Seeking followers of the Fool and churches or organizations that worship the Fool."
As a member of the sought-after organization, Fors quickly masked her shock to avoid detection.
Following her original plan, Fors casually inquired about purchasing extraordinary items in the "Sun" domain. After confirming no other responses, she excused herself to the restroom.
Once alone, she closed the door, sat on the toilet, and invoked the Fool's name. She reported the search for Fool followers and churches, then asked the Fool to relay the "Sun" domain item information to the World.
Meanwhile, upon hearing the prayer, Klein quickly entered the gray fog and touched the deep red star representing Fors to hear her message.
"Someone in Backlund is searching for Fool followers and organizations worshipping the Fool..." Klein pondered, quickly realizing the cause. "It's Bernadette..."
This was an expected outcome, far less shocking than the news of the "Sun" domain extraordinary item: "9,000 pounds... No, impossible. The negative effects of this item are too severe. I don't want to become a Sun believer. That's right, exactly."
After convincing himself, Klein first contacted Fors's deep red star, transmitting his voice and image: "No need to worry."
A moment later, he manifested the "World" marionette, using the excuse of not wanting to become a Sun believer to change the transaction to cash.
After reporting, Fors anxiously waited in the restroom. Suddenly, grayish-white fog appeared before her, and she saw the exalted Fool tell her: "No need to worry."
Fors immediately felt relieved.
After receiving the World's reply, she left without hesitation.
After reporting the news, Fors anxiously waited in the restroom. Suddenly, a grayish-white mist appeared before her. Through the haze, she saw the lofty Mr. Fool say to her, "There's no need to worry." Fors immediately felt relieved. After waiting a bit longer and receiving a reply from "The World", she left without hesitation.
Alice, who was debating whether to go out and try to run into Charles King, suddenly saw a grayish-white mist appear before her eyes. "Bernadette has already started searching for the Fool's Church in Backlund..." Alice muttered to herself, her lips curling into a slightly wicked smile. "I wonder what she'd think if she knew such an organization doesn't even exist?"
Running into someone in Backlund was not an easy task. Over the next two days, Alice didn't receive any news about Charles King. However, this didn't mean she was without gains.
"Miss? Do you still want your ice cream?" The shopkeeper's reminder snapped Alice back to reality. She hurriedly took the ice cream and paid, preparing to leave. Just then, the lady who had caught her attention changed her mind and walked in her direction.
"I'll have an ice cream too. Hmm, I want..." The lady frowned as she chose, seemingly unfamiliar with ice cream flavors. After hesitating for a moment, instead of asking the shopkeeper, she turned to Alice. "Miss, do you have any recommendations?"
Alice, who was about to leave, was called back. She didn't make eye contact with the lady, instead looking at her abdomen. After a few seconds, she suddenly smiled and said, "You could try adding some crushed nuts."
"Alright, then I'll..." The lady cheerfully agreed, but suddenly drew in a sharp breath, clutching her abdomen with a pained expression.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" Alice immediately moved to support her.
"It's nothing, I just..." The stranger shook her head.
"Watch out!" Alice suddenly warned in terror, letting go and stepping back.
"Watch out!" This time it was the shopkeeper's warning.
The lady instinctively turned around to see the ice cream-filled shelf toppling towards her. Her pupils constricted sharply as she stumbled backward, grabbing onto a nearby pole to barely steady herself. A few tubs of ice cream spilled over the barrier, landing on her clothes.
Alice's eyes darted to the small stones just a step away from the lady's heel. A dark look flashed in her eyes before she carefully masked it with concern, approaching the woman again. "Are you alright, ma'am? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital? Or perhaps you need to go home and change your clothes?"
As she spoke, Alice's gaze silently swept over the lady's hand covering her upper abdomen and the ice cream soaking her lower abdomen. "What a pity..." she sighed inwardly.
As she watched the lady board a carriage, Alice glanced at the innocent horse and coachman. The corner of her lips curled up slightly as she leisurely licked her ice cream and began walking, keeping a distance behind the carriage until it turned a corner not far ahead.
"Neigh!" When the horse's whinny came from ahead, the curve of Alice's lips widened. She quickened her pace, approaching the alley entrance. Frowning at the overturned carriage by the roadside, she saw that the lady had predictably fallen out, with the unfortunate coachman cushioning her fall.
"How fortunate," Alice murmured, leaning against the alley entrance, unnoticed amidst the chaotic and noisy crowd. "So, who exactly drove you to this state?"
This question, of course, would receive no answer. Alice gazed deeply at the crowd that was gradually closing in, then took a large, vicious bite of her ice cream, immediately regretting it as her face contorted from the cold.
"Phew..." Taking advantage of the lack of attention, Alice spat out the ice cream with a twisted expression. Once her mouth temperature recovered, she continued eating the ice cream in small bites as she left the scene.
Back home, Alice tapped the table lightly, pondering the day's events. Running into an angel on the street was an absurd occurrence, but considering the law of convergence of extraordinary characteristics, coupled with her unclear connection to uniqueness, it perhaps wasn't so strange after all.
Setting aside the coincidence of the encounter, Alice seriously analyzed the situation: "She seems to be hunted by some unknown entity, fleeing for her life..."
"Encountering the little snake was much easier than running into Charles King," she mused.