"Use Luck Sparingly"

Before Angelica could feel troubled, Alice took half a step back, indicating that Angelica did not need to worry about her.

"Do you have a particular diviner in mind?" Angelica gave Alice a grateful glance, then warmly approached the short-haired man, while Alice quietly activated her Spirit Vision at the side.

"I would like Mr. Klein Moretti to perform a divination for me." Alice saw the short-haired man press the right side of his dull-colored abdomen as he spoke.

"But Mr. Moretti isn't here today," Angelica replied without needing to check.

The short-haired man fell silent at once. He paced back and forth twice before asking, "When will Mr. Moretti come by?"

"No one knows. He has matters of his own. From what I've observed, he comes most often on Monday afternoons," Angelica said as she thought.

"Alright." The short-haired man's expression darkened as he turned to leave.

"...Perhaps you should see a doctor rather than seek divination." Looking at the dull colors inside his body, Alice could not help reminding him.

The short-haired man turned back to Alice in surprise. "You are?"

"This is our diviner, Miss Alice Kingsley. Perhaps you could ask Miss Kingsley to perform a divination for you," Angelica interjected.

The short-haired man hesitated. After all, Klein had been recommended by a friend, while Alice... honestly, the child looked utterly unreliable.

Alice stared at him for several seconds, then took out a coin. Under his baffled gaze, she silently repeated, "I should perform a divination for him," seven times before tossing it—it landed on the King's Side.

"..." Alice frowned at the result. She could not figure out what taking Klein's business would bring her.

"Miss Kingsley, may I ask you to perform a divination for me?" the short-haired man asked.

"Hmm... 6 pence per session. Is that a problem?" Alice pondered before replying.

"...6 pence?" The short-haired man looked at Alice, a bit surprised. He began to doubt whether Alice was really a doctor.

"This is Fate's choice." Alice shrugged. "Just like how I hadn't planned to enter the Divination Club today, hadn't planned to become a diviner, and certainly hadn't planned to..."

She stared at the short-haired man for several seconds before voicing the rest. "Hadn't planned to perform a divination for you."

The short-haired man looked somewhat bewildered, but at a time like this, Alice's behavior actually fit how a diviner ought to act. He felt much more reassured and placed a hand over his chest as he bowed to Alice. "Then I would like to ask you to perform a divination for me."

Alice looked towards Angelica and heard her say something that satisfied her. "You may use the Citrine Room."

Without needing to make a choice, Alice and the short-haired man came to the Citrine Room. The short-haired man introduced himself to Alice. "I'm Bogda Jones. I've actually already seen a doctor. The doctor told me that I need surgery, but I'm afraid of it."

"Hmm." Alice inspected the divination tools in the room. "You want a divination about the outcome of the surgery?"

"Yes. I hope for a good result." Bogda looked uneasy.

"I must remind you," Alice said, fixing her gaze on him, "your expectations for the Divination Result can themselves affect it. That will impact the accuracy of the divination."

Bogda took a deep breath.

"Alright." Looking at his expression, Alice thoughtfully took out a deck of Tarot Cards. "Perhaps, like Most People, you merely want some psychological comfort... In that case, shall we try Tarot Cards first?"

Bogda nodded nervously. In this regard, he looked even less skilled at making decisions than Alice.

Alice had him shuffle the cards, cut the deck, and lay out an Intis Spread.

Though it was meaningless, Alice still turned over every card with a full sense of ritual. Only at the end did she reveal the card representing the result—it was the Reversed Wheel of Fortune Card.

"Things will develop in a bad direction," Alice said softly as she looked at the card.

"Is there no hope?" Bogda's face went pale, his voice soft and trembling.

"Hmm." Alice stared at him for several seconds and felt that having him draw Tarot Cards was probably not what she needed. "How about this? Leave your ring and write down your date of birth, then wait outside."

Alice's consistently calm attitude soothed Bogda somewhat. He wrote his date of birth on a piece of paper, left behind his ring, and exited the room.

Silently repeating, "The hope of curing Bogda Jones's liver disease," Alice entered a Dream.

It was a shop thick with the scent of herbs. A man in his thirties or forties with short black hair and a round face was busy inside.

The man wore clothing resembling that of a rural witch doctor, a dark robe embroidered with all kinds of strange symbols.

Alice Blinked Her Eyes, and her viewpoint rapidly pulled back. She caught a glimpse of the house number and the full street view, quietly memorizing the address—Rosen's Folk Herb Shop, 18 Vlad Street, East District.

"I should pay a visit to Rosen's Folk Herb Shop." Alice repeated the words in her heart seven times, then tossed the coin. Seeing the King's Side facing up, she smiled.

Silently repeating, "What I can obtain," Alice entered another Dream.

...It was the Underground Market.

Alice saw herself in the Underground Market. That "Monster" gazed at her absentmindedly before abruptly leaving.

"I can find the 'Monster' there... Perhaps it's the School of Life? That's right, the School of Life has Beyonders of the Apothecary Pathway." Alice suddenly realized. She rose and opened the Door, and, as expected, saw Bogda waiting anxiously outside.

"You can take a look around Vlad Street in the East District." Alice returned his ring to him. "Pay attention to places connected to 'Rosen.'"

"Is that where my hope lies?" Bogda's eyes lit up.

"I think so," Alice replied.

Bogda excitedly took out his wallet and pulled out a one-pound paper note to give Alice.

But Alice did not accept it. She merely stressed, "My divination fee is 6 pence."

"But you deserve more." Bogda looked at Alice. "I think you..."

"...If Fate tells me I should take 6 pence, then I had better take only 6 pence. I've already obtained what I wanted from this; I cannot demand more—for example, money."

Alice was speaking, but her attention was elsewhere. She saw that familiar pure white mist. She had already realized that behind it were the memories she had lost, while the parts she could see clearly were those she had already remembered.

She realized that she was writing at a desk. Her hand was childish, with some lingering baby fat—she should not have been very old at this moment.

Alice focused on the childish yet neat handwriting on the paper. It bore a short, cryptic sentence: "Use luck sparingly; never squander it."