Chapter 222
In front of Adele stood a coachman, and the quiet atmosphere of the clinic, combined with the beauty of the doctor before him, made him feel a wave of awkwardness.
“Just a moment.”
Adele found a pen and a piece of paper. After quickly jotting down a few lines, she handed the paper along with a two-penny coin to the coachman, saying, “Give this to her. It’s your tip.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
The coachman took the note and coin with both hands and hurried down the corridor on the second floor, heading downstairs. Meanwhile, Adele looked out the window at the carriage parked below.
“Who was that just now?”
At that moment, Evina, who had just come upstairs, approached Adele, who was standing by the window, and asked, “A patient?”
“No, just someone delivering a message for Charles,” Adele replied, shaking her head.
“It seems she wants to dilute the sedative a bit more... Hmm... But that’s probably for the best; we shouldn’t rely too much on sedatives.”
Evina stood beside Adele, following her gaze down to the carriage, where she saw the coachman handing the note to someone by the carriage.
A delicate, pale hand, slender and soft, reached out from the small glass window of the carriage to take the note. Evina recognized it instantly—it was Charles’s hand.
So close, yet so far. This feeling made Evina a little uneasy.
Throughout her life, she had been able to get almost anything she wanted. Even when she later rejected her family’s “detective” potion, she could still acquire everything she desired through her own business and assets.
But Charles was an exception... The more secrets she learned about Charles, the more mysterious and untouchable she felt. The closer she got to her, the more it felt like there was a thousand miles between them.
Charles seemed to possess a captivating, almost enchanting quality that drew people in. The more elusive she became, the more one wanted to know her, like a beautifully wrapped gift that made one unable to resist untying the intricate knots to glimpse the wonders inside.
The process of unwrapping wouldn’t be tedious, for the packaging was exquisite enough to spark anticipation.
“Let’s not disturb her for now.”
Evina shook her head, turning away from the carriage that had already moved out of sight. “If she encounters a problem she can’t solve, she’ll come to us.”
Hearing Evina’s words, Adele gazed in the direction the carriage had gone, hesitating before saying, “Isn’t Charles pushing herself a bit too hard? She could just come to us for help.”
“Maybe she thinks we wouldn’t be able to help and doesn’t want to burden us,” Evina said softly, choosing not to pursue the topic further as she headed back to her treatment room.
Adele was momentarily taken aback by this.
She hadn’t considered that angle. To Adele, it was simple: if a friend came to her for help, she would do everything in her power to assist. But she hadn’t thought about whether they could actually help.
Was that how Charles felt?
After standing there for a moment, as if making a decision, Adele turned and walked toward her laboratory.
Everything was ready... It was time to drink the second-tier potion.
...
The carriage rattled along the road, bumping slightly as the wheels occasionally rolled over debris or uneven stones, causing the entire cabin to jolt.
In terms of comfort, it couldn’t compare to the expensive carriages at Evina’s place, but as a means of transportation, it sufficed to save time traveling from point A to point B. Charles didn’t have high demands for comfort.
Inside the carriage, Charles unfolded the note she held, reading the brief message.
Diluting it with water by a third could make an ordinary person sleep for at least five hours without side effects...
That made things much simpler.
Yes, Charles had a straightforward plan to keep Amy in the dark.
She would drug Amy to make her sleep.
The “Divine Servant” passively protected Amy, regardless of whether she was awake or asleep, until the “energy” sealed behind Amy’s back was exhausted. As long as she could keep Amy in a state of slumber before Tara arrived, everything would be fine.
At that point, even if the “Divine Servant’s” passive defense was triggered, it could still interact with Charles, and Tara would see everything, while the unsuspecting Amy wouldn’t get caught up in the complex relationship between Charles and the Holy Order.
But how could she get Amy to drink the diluted sedative?
Charles recalled the time she had brought pastries to Amy.
She decided to use the same trick again—bring Amy a treat, and before she enjoyed it, add the diluted sedative to her tea.
After all, the plan would take place at night, and for Amy, it would just seem like a normal case of feeling sleepy. The plan was simple yet effective.
Charles instructed the coachman to change direction and head straight for the Jazz Bridge district, arriving at the upscale dessert shop she had visited before.
The last time she had come here to buy fancy sweets, she had been nearly broke.
To repay Amy for her help during the simulation, she had spent nearly all her advance salary on two desserts—one to thank Amy and the other for her sister, Lichi.
Inside the shop, Charles bought two servings of the vanilla pudding that Amy had mentioned she liked. Soon, her eyes landed on two bottles that resembled glass milk bottles in the display case.
The bottles contained a green drink, seemingly a mix of tea and milk, reminiscent of milk tea. Of course, the price was anything but cheap—two shillings for a bottle.
But now, Charles wasn’t concerned about the cost; her priority was completing the task.
After purchasing two bottles of milk tea, she left the shop, paid the coachman, and walked alone through the Jazz Bridge district, carrying her “gifts.”
There was still some time before evening, and with misfortune looming, Charles didn’t rush to Amy’s house. Instead, she planned to wait until the bad luck had passed before taking action.
Misfortune is blind; she didn’t want her own bad luck to bring harm to Amy.
That said... both Amy and Evina, as well as Adele, were quite fortunate.
During her first simulation, she hadn’t figured out the patterns of misfortune, and as a result, Evina and the others had suffered alongside the simulated Charles.
Yet they had all survived, which only spoke to their remarkable luck; they were all legendary survivors.
As Charles walked down the street, she pondered her next steps.
In the meantime, she opened the simulation interface to check the timing for the next simulation.
If the timing was close enough, she wouldn’t mind simulating again.
Although without the “uniqueness” factor, the quill would likely be much weaker and offer little reference for solving its issues, it would allow Charles to experience a plan that didn’t require direct interaction with the quill.
Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed.
The next simulation was in 37 days and would cost 100 destiny points... which didn’t seem worth it to Charles.
Especially since, without the “uniqueness” factor, she would only be using 100 points to experience some wasted time.
As for the dice to reset the simulation time, she certainly couldn’t use them now.
The dice were important; they had to be saved for a situation where she could withdraw.
Though she didn’t need them now, who could guarantee that future simulations wouldn’t randomly take her back thousands of days or forward thousands of days, while she was in a state of being imprisoned, unable to live or die?
At that point, she would definitely lack enough points for the simulation, leading to a “stuck” situation.
Keeping the dice would allow her to have the ability to randomize again in extreme circumstances, giving her a chance to escape being stuck.
Of course, if she didn’t have the dice, she could still change the simulation time.
By creating her own “fated death” through a plan, she could force the simulation time to advance to the moment of her “fated death.”
As for how to create her own “fated death”... that was indeed a tough problem.
Suicide would certainly not be deemed a “fated death,” as she could never truly take her own life in reality.
...But that wasn’t something Charles needed to think about right now; she wasn’t at the point where she needed to seek external forces to end her life.
Two hours passed just like that.
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