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51 Fortune Teller and Moon Mass

The gray mist dissipated before her eyes. Alice blinked, and her attention was diverted again.

Ah, he was actually discussing with me what human flesh tastes like...

This analysis amazed Alice. She realized that Klein hadn't even considered the issue of auxiliary materials and had fast-forwarded directly to the taste of human flesh.

But I have to say, there is really nothing wrong with his direction...

——If it is confirmed that something does not taste good, then Alice has no interest in trying it.

…

When Klein first saw Alice's question, he was shocked. After trying to persuade Alice in a way he thought was effective, Klein shook his head and hesitated for a moment before asking a question:

"Have you finished digesting the potion?"

Alice's answer to this question is of course - no.

After the gray fog dissipated again, she thought for a while and then came above the gray fog.

Klein hadn't left yet. After allowing Alice to enter, he turned to Alice and asked,

"What's wrong?"

Alice sat down across from him, leaned in close and asked, "Can scrubbing the toilet really help with acting?"

Klein looked at her expressionlessly.

Such a look made Alice think she had the answer. She stepped back disappointedly and sighed,

"Well, it seems impossible."

"…No," Klein denied. "I did get some acting opportunities during my volunteer work. However, if it's you, I have a better idea."

Alice looked at him curiously.

Klein recalled what happened in the Divination Club. He looked at Alice and said to her after a moment of silence,

"You know, you really look like a charlatan in this outfit. As long as..."

"I see!" Alice sat up straight, visibly excited. "I can cover my eyes with another piece of white cloth, and then hang two white sails on a stick. One will have 'Accurate Prediction' written on it, and the other will have 'Waiting for Misfortunes' written on it..."

As she described it, the corresponding image appeared in Klein's mind. He subconsciously continued with the following words:

"And then you're going to set up a stall under the overpass?"

Alice nodded vigorously.

This plan is not unfeasible, the main reason is that she has a natural advantage in this matter - even if covered with a white cloth, she can understand the surrounding road conditions without worrying about hitting roadblocks or something.

She is no longer the Alice who couldn't walk without his eyes when she first met Klein.

This made Alice feel a little proud and a little sad. She thought of the captain at that time and couldn't help but sigh silently.

Klein's attention was not here. He was thinking about the possible consequences of that. This made his face change slightly. After coming to his senses, he looked at Alice and advised:

"People here can't read Chinese."

This does make sense. Alice frowned and thought:

"That's indeed a problem... Well, should I write in Loenese? Uh, wait, does Loen have a suitable skybridge?

"If Loen doesn't have one, I might have to go to another country... In that case, I'd have to learn the language of my own country, right?

" "No, forget it, that's too much trouble. I might as well use the language commonly used among Beyonders... like Hermetic and Ancient Hermetic... Ha, how about you help me translate it into Elvish? I remember that 'The Hanged Man' has always thought that I have something to do with the Western Continent or the elves?"

"However, if that's the case, ordinary people probably won't be able to understand it… It's an incomprehensible language anyway, so why not just use Chinese—oh no, they call this Roselle language.

"Really, Roselle..."

Alice puffed up her lips in anger.

Klein felt inexplicably relieved. Just as he was about to speak, Alice came up with another good idea and said to him happily,

"That's right, why don't I write in pinyin?"

Compared to Fang Zheng's Chinese, Pinyin is obviously more in line with her knowledge and personality. As for cracking...

Rosellewen has not been cracked for so many years!

Klein looked at Alice in surprise. From her expression, he realized that Alice had already made a decision about this matter and was about to implement it.

He instinctively didn't want to just let Alice go like that; that would be too dangerous - for anyone who accidentally met her.

But it was too late to think carefully about what to say to persuade her. In a hurry, Klein only had time to say a weak piece of advice:

"You don't know which overpass is suitable for setting up a stall to tell fortunes..."

"I can tell fortunes," Ellie answered without hesitation.

These words left Klein speechless. He had to admit that this choice was quite consistent with what she was about to do - it was indeed very magical.

Alice took his brief silence as approval, and she immediately left the gray fog. Of course, she was not in a hurry to find a suitable bridge hole. For Alice, the most important thing at this moment was to sleep.

The next day, Alice was not in a hurry to find a suitable bridge arch. She did not forget that there was a moon mass waiting for her to attend at St. Samuel's Church that evening.

However, some preparation could be done, for example, she could find a shop to make a suitable stick with a white sail.

When Alice tried to describe what she needed, she realized one thing - the words on the white sail were actually written with a brush, and in Loen, in this different world, there were no brushes.

Of course, she actually can't write calligraphy.

This realization made Alice a little sad. When the time came, she had to give up the step of imitating the calligraphy and proposed to embroider the words with black thread on the white cloth.

This was the only thing Alice did that day, and then she waited idly until the evening.

Angels have no need to eat. Eating on time is just a ritual for Alice. In order to get a good seat in the church in the evening, Alice gave up dinner that day and sat in the front seat of the church with a cup of sweet iced tea.

Bishop Elektra completed his work seriously and did not even glance at Alice, which did not disappoint Alice much. She sat in her seat and waited patiently for the evening to come.

More and more people came into the church. Alice saw Mr. Dwayne Dantes with Richardson and waved to him without hesitation.

After a brief hesitation, Klein brought Richardson over, sat down next to her, and greeted her with a smile:

"Good evening, Alice."

This greeting was too polite. Alice couldn't help but look at him with strange eyes. Then she remembered that they were strangers who had only met once, so she nodded and said,

"Good evening."

Then they both fell silent.

The people who came in one after another did not exchange pleasantries. Although Alice could hear the constant sound of discussion, it was obvious that not everyone would make loud noises in the church like she did.

They didn't have to wait long before a pastor came over and led the group towards the large prayer hall.

The dim and quiet atmosphere made Alice feel that her heart had suddenly calmed down. The people around her seemed to have noticed this atmosphere as well, and the whispering sounds completely disappeared.

In the quiet environment, Alice heard the neat and ethereal recitation:

"The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,

"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming about themselves,

"dreaming about their parents, wives (husbands) and children. This is forever..."

As the holy and rhythmic sounds echoed, the believers in the large prayer hall calmed down involuntarily, as if they had forgotten the troubles in life and no longer worried about the various problems in the real world.

Led by several priests, they each found a seat and sat down. In front of the altar, Bishop Elektra, who was in charge of the high mass, held up "Apocalypse of the Night" and began to give a simple sermon.

Alice impatiently turned her attention away after listening to a few sentences and started listening to the chanting in the background again.

It's a perfect lullaby...

In the silent darkness, Alice closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, it was the priest standing in front of her with water and bread. Alice had opened her eyes before her. She took the water and bread from the priest with a smile, and whispered a word of thanks, without letting anyone know that she was sleeping secretly.

Alice lowered her head and ate her meal in peace. She took a bite of bread with some water and found that the bread didn't taste very good. It was too dry and would probably choke her without water.

...No wonder they need to send out clear water.

Alice looked up again, and just then, candles were lit on the altar. Against the backdrop of the darkness, they were like stars in the night sky, emitting a reassuring light and warmth.

Alice looked down at the bread and water in her hand and gave up clapping.

At this time, Bishop Elektra, the priests, and all the choir members chanted in unison once again:

"We will look up at the night sky,

"Tenderly say Her name: 'Night Goddess!

'There is no other word but 'Night Goddess,'

"May the goddess, between the angels' songs,

pluck them with sweet silence,

"and hold them in her gentle right hand.

"'Goddess!' If He hears, He will certainly agree,

"A pure smile will surely be shown to the dead:

"'Come, rest, sleep, my children! '"

So, the goddess ignored me, could it be because I'm not dead...

Alice muttered to herself, and was keenly aware that there seemed to be a faint power spreading out from the singing, covering the souls of the people around her.

Hmm…

Alice turned her head with a little surprise. In the darkness, she opened her spiritual vision and saw that everyone's spirit was stained with sadness, even Klein was no exception.

In the flickering light of the candlesticks, Alice saw them gradually shedding tears. She quietly turned her eyes away, secretly regretting that she didn't have a camera.

...Otherwise, I must take a picture of Klein crying and show it to him later!

Just as she was thinking this, Klein suddenly stood up, and Alice was horrified to find that he was holding a wallet in his hand.

She suddenly realized what Klein was going to do. She looked around and found that in addition to Klein, a few other people had also started to move.

Maybe there are more than just them... Alice realized this as she looked at more people who had not yet recovered from their grief.

So Alice had to wrestle with this crucial question - should she donate money?

In pain, Alice looked at Klein again, ready to see how much money he had donated.

Klein held the wallet in his hand, stood up and walked into the aisle, all the way to the altar. Under Bishop Elektra's kind and compassionate expression, he walked diagonally to the offering box.

He tapped his chest four times clockwise to draw a scarlet moon, then Klein stuffed a handful of bills into the chest. Alice didn't see exactly how much money was in the chest, but she could tell from the thickness and the denomination that flashed by that it was definitely a lot of money.

...How about I donate some too?

Alice hesitated and half stood up. Bishop Elektra, whose eyes were focused on the rich man who had just donated a large sum of money, immediately turned his attention to her.

Alice and the Bishop looked at each other across the crowd and recalled the last time she donated money to the Church of Night.

...Should I go to the Storm Church to grab some points?

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she seriously thought about the possible consequences of her actions.

Alice stopped between the two choices of being struck by the Lord of Storms and being locked up in a small dark room by the goddess, and realized that this might be a full-choice question.

She decisively gave up her plan to donate money, and sat there calmly, watching one person after another stand up to donate money. She was relieved to find that among the people present, there was another person who did not step forward like herself.

——Richardson.

She looked at the valet with deep emotion. The burning gaze caused Richardson to look back in confusion. Alice smiled at him kindly, and under Richardson's even more confused gaze, she quietly poked Klein with her spiritual power.

"Be sure to give your personal valet a raise when you go back!" she reminded him earnestly in the message she sent.

Klein was extremely confused by this request. He did not respond, nor did he even glance at Alice. He concentrated on chatting with Bishop Elektra.

The bishop was very polite to the wealthy man who had just donated a huge sum of money. In a few words, he decided on the schedule for the sermon. Seeing this, Alice shook her head, got up and left.

Of course, she knew that Klein couldn't really go to listen to the bishop's sermon. Their belief in the goddess was equally flexible—so flexible that if the goddess was the Lord of Storms next door, she would have struck them with lightning long ago.

As for Klein's purpose in doing this, Alice knew it very well - he wanted to steal the notebook, which they had discussed before.

As for what the goddess thinks about this matter...

Alice looked back at the Holy Emblem of Night behind her, chuckled, and said to herself:

"Of course I use my eyes... uh, it seems that I can't really say I use my eyes to see... I use my spirituality to see?

"But anyway, there's definitely no problem with peeping!"

Alice nodded confidently and left the church. (End of this chapter)

52 Omen

Velma opened her eyes in bed.

After the last sudden abdominal pain, she was sent to the hospital by her maid for examination, and it was confirmed that she had signs of premature birth.

After that, she returned home under the care of Alan, who was very worried. During the past few days, she did not encounter any accidents, but she could not sleep well at night.

This was the umpteenth time she had woken up in the middle of the night. She subconsciously glanced over and saw Alan lying next to her.

She let out a breath, thought of how tired her husband had been during this period, then closed her eyes again and forced herself to fall asleep.

This was probably a wrong choice. Wilma realized that the unreasonable worries in her heart were getting heavier and heavier. Not only did she show no signs of falling asleep, but she also felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen.

She frowned, and amidst the pain of her abdomen contracting, she suddenly felt a warm and wet feeling beneath her body. Velma was so surprised that she reached out to touch it, and sure enough, she felt liquid flowing out.

Wilma, who had already given birth to two children, was very experienced in this matter. She quickly reached out and shook Alan beside her, and shouted:

"Alan, wake up!

I think I'm about to give birth!"

This happened so suddenly that no one had expected it. Alan, who had just woken up, was still a little stunned. After figuring out the situation, he quickly showed panic that was inconsistent with his experience.

Velma was a little puzzled, but the pain she was feeling made her not in the mood to care about anything else. This child seemed to be coming with more difficulty, and even the pain was worse than before - according to Velma's experience, this should not be the most painful time.

The good news is that her husband Alan is a reliable man. Even though he was panicked, Alan made the best choice and she was quickly taken to a nearby hospital.

What happened next was surprisingly uneventful. Although the pain was unusual, the birthing process seemed to be unusually smooth. When the time was almost right, she didn't have to use much force and the baby slid out smoothly.

Wilma, who still had a lot of strength left, quickly propped herself up and was about to go see her child. The doctor beside her deftly held the child and cut the umbilical cord, and blood splattered from the cord.

After that, Wilma knew nothing. In her last memory, she only remembered the inaudible mumbling in her ears and the pain in her head that seemed to be exploding.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but a faint but urgent voice kept ringing in her ears: "Velma! Velma!"

...Who is it?

Wilma subconsciously wanted to open her eyes and sit up. It was at this moment that she realized that the pain in her body had disappeared without a trace. She could not feel any physical pain at all. Similarly, she could not feel her own body.

Her soul seemed to have left her body and was floating in an unknown space.

In a faint confusion, a pair of blood-red, emotionless eyes suddenly appeared in her field of vision. She suddenly felt a sense of fear from the bottom of her heart. Then, with a feeling of falling, Wilma regained awareness of her body.

She opened her eyes and saw not a ceiling or anything else above her head, but Alan's anxious face.

Velma propped herself up and tried to sit up. Alan came over to help her. It was then that Velma felt a chill running through her body.

——She didn't know when she broke out in a sweat. The sweat soaked her clothes and the sheets. She looked as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

…

The required "equipment" could not be produced immediately, so Alice became bored again while waiting.

When people are bored, they always want to find something to do. After thinking about it, Alice sighed and felt a little sad that she didn't ask for Ouroboros' contact information.

——She had already reported Will Auceptin's affairs to the Church of the Night. If she had gotten Ouroboros's contact information, she could have reported this to Ouroboros again.

That way, she could give Will Auceptin a birth present, a present that he would never forget.

...Or, ask Amon?

Alice reached out and touched her chin.

After all, these two may have lived in the same womb, so there is no way they don't have any contact information…

Of course, this was actually Alice's guess. She knew that the Sequence 1 "Mercury Snake" needed to be "restarted" every once in a while to stabilize its state, and for Ouroboros, the most suitable "restart" object was...

Maybe, perhaps, possibly, it was the master he respected?

Moreover, that person had given birth to two children in the past, so he definitely didn't care as much as Klein did...

Thinking of Mr. Fool, Alice shook her head and thought of Congressman Macht whom she had met at Mr. Fool's house not long ago.

She didn't have a very deep impression of the congressman and his wife, and the only impression she had was after they turned into mice wearing monocles.

When she first saw it, Alice thought about going to take a look, but after a round of jokes, she and Bishop Elektra actually forgot about it.

At this moment, Alice remembered again. With a thought, she appeared next to Klein.

Mr. Fool was in the study at the moment. She heard the butler wearing white gloves talking to his employer, Dwayne Dantes:

"Ms. Vahana's doctor is a cloth merchant. He previously cooperated with someone and invested 1,000 pounds, but the other party ran away with the goods. She has asked Councillor Macht and Madam Liana to urge the police department to solve the case as soon as possible. However, the police department cannot guarantee that they will find the target in this kind of situation."

The familiar name made Alice's heart move. She glanced at the butler and decided to show up later. She asked Klein where the family she was looking for lived and listened to what they were talking about first.

Klein picked up the black round fountain pen on the desk, rubbed it and said,

"For Ms. Wahana's family, 1,000 pounds is not a small amount."

This is not a small amount of money for me... Alice glanced at the rich man dimly.

Newly-made millionaire Dwayne Dantes felt inexplicably cold, and he could not help but tighten his coat.

"Yes, her husband's income is only average among cloth merchants, and for him, 1,000 pounds is a considerable investment," Walter said tactfully.

So rich…Alice licked her lips, becoming curious about this Wahana lady.

The same is true for me... Klein sighed and laughed, "I just came to Backlund and I'm not familiar with the police department."

Walter immediately responded, "Sir, when I served Viscount Conrad, I got to know several members of the Backlund Senior Police Officers Association."

Alice realized that Klein was trying to help.

He's a nice guy... Uh, no, is he trying to break into the social circle this way?

She turned her head curiously and secretly looked at Klein. She saw him smiling and shaking his head and said,

"Not for now. Ms. Vahana has too many people to ask for help in this regard. Whether it's Senator Macht or anyone else, they have enough ability to make Siveras pay attention to this case."

Alice raised an eyebrow.

Klein paused and said casually:

"I have seen the bottom of this society and know their rules of survival. Sometimes, the police may not be as effective as gang members and bounty hunters.

"Walter, go to the police department to get the relevant information, and go to the famous bars in the Backlund Bridge area and the East District to post bounty missions.

"Whether it's finding the criminal or recovering the cloth, I'll offer a reward of 200 pounds.

"Haha, I just hope those scammers are still in Backlund."

Alice listened and nodded, studying hard until she heard the amount of 200 pounds, when her eyes widened.

He never thought of giving me money...

She glared at Klein fiercely. Klein glanced at the study window suspiciously and tightened his coat again.

"A bounty of 200 pounds?" Walter repeated the number and couldn't help but glance at his employer. He happened to see his actions, and after a moment of silence, he waved his hand to let Richardson go out and get his clothes.

"Sir, even though it's early summer, you should keep warm," he warned.

Klein put down his hand after hearing this, nodded, and said, "Alas, my health is not as good as before..."

Alice looked at Klein hesitantly, then at Walter, and remained silent.

Walter did not continue the topic, but responded seriously:

"I will post the bounty mission later."

"I'll give you the money directly." Klein stood up slowly and took out his wallet.

Alice stared at Klein's hands intently, watching him take out a thick stack of cash from his wallet. After comparing them, she realized that Mr. Fool might have donated more money at the Moon Mass last night.

He, he is so rich now...

Walter took the thick cash and asked:

"Want to tell Ms. Vahana?"

Klein smiled and said, "No need."

Alice looked away from his face and realized that Mr. Rich was still very generous.

...Will he care if I steal some money?

Walter nodded and saluted with sudden realization:

"Your reputation for generosity and kindness will spread around the neighborhood."

Alice watched Walter's back as he left the room. She didn't appear until the door was closed. She asked Klein,

"Klein, why don't you just support me?"

"?" Klein was not frightened by Alice's sudden appearance. He just looked at Alice with a puzzled look.

Those eyes were filled with anticipation and envy, with nothing but a desire for money. After two seconds of silence, Klein couldn't help but ask,

"You won't sell yourself for money one day, will you?"

Alice actually lowered her head and thought seriously. After about half a minute, she gave an answer in front of Klein's surprised gaze:

"No.

"A slave is the property of his master, and the property of a slave is of course the master's. If I sell myself, I will really have no money."

Klein couldn't tell whether he should be relieved or worried. He stared at Alice with his eyes wide open, pinched his brows and said:

"Are all angels like you?"

"I don't know," Alice spread her hands, "But if you mean short of money, Amon is definitely not short of money."

Unable to refute, Klein choked and changed the subject, "You have something to talk to me about?"

Alice then remembered her purpose. She nodded and asked,

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot...

"I'm looking for the two who came the other day—Congressman Murray Macht and his wife Liana, as I remember they were called?"

Klein nodded.

So Alice nodded and stated her purpose:

"I'm going to their house... uh, you should remember what I said to them that day?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and he also dug out this matter from his memory. He was shocked to find that he had almost forgotten about it after the topic changed. After Alice left with Bishop Elektra, he had completely forgotten about it.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late to remember it now. Klein frowned and asked hurriedly,

"By the way, what did you say the other day... about the mouse wearing a monocle?"

Alice tried to describe what she saw in her confusing language:

"I saw them turn into mice, and then put on monocles... Well, I'm not sure, I just suspect Amon..."

Her words were as ambiguous and clear as ever. Strangely, the meaning she expressed was not much different from that day. Klein frowned, glanced at Alice who was obviously not clear about the situation, shook his head, and gave an address:

"39 Böklundstrasse."

The news came from the butler Walter who had just left. This conscientious butler provided him with a whole street of neighbors and residences, and all he had to do was to memorize it all.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but think of those dizzying courses, especially the philosophy class that gave him a headache. He couldn't help but ask Alice, who was about to leave:

"Do you want me to get you a tutor?"

Alice, who was about to leave, stopped and turned to look at him in horror.

"Are you interested in learning about the topics of high society?" Klein asked sincerely, "This may allow you to..."

"No," Alice interrupted him without any courtesy, "I don't need to pretend to be a noble daughter!"

This was true, and Crane had to regretfully abandon the idea.

Seeing this, Alice was afraid that he would change his mind, so she planned to leave immediately, but after thinking about it carefully, she came up with a better suggestion:

"Let's put it this way.

"Although I don't want to go to class, it would be bad to disappoint you, um...

"How about this, you can give me the money for the tutor!"

Klein glanced at her, stood up without saying a word, and left the study.

Alice blinked at the closed door and disappeared. The next thing she saw was the front door of 39 Böklund Street.

Alice was not in a hurry to enter the house. She closed her eyes out of habit and used her spirituality to observe the entire house. The people inside were clearly visible, and the most conspicuous one was an arrogant girl. (End of this chapter)

53 Hazel

Alice flashed and appeared in the room where the girl was. This should be a study. She was sitting in the study with a book in front of her, but she was not reading it at all. Her eyes were looking out the window, as if she was thinking about something.

She had the same dark green wavy hair as Liana, and bright dark brown eyes. Judging from her age, Alice guessed that she was the daughter of Senator Macht.

She's an Extraordinary… Alice narrowed her eyes and frowned.

For the aristocratic group, the existence of Extraordinary People is not a secret, especially since Senator Macht is from the military. Alice noticed a lot of Extraordinary People bodyguards in Senator Macht's home.

But it is very strange that a noble lady is an extraordinary person.

Alice looked at the girl. Although she was daydreaming, her movements unconsciously revealed arrogance, as if all the books in the study were nothing worth her attention.

Alice blinked and thought of Audrey.

Miss "Justice" at the Tarot Club was also a girl from an aristocratic family. Alice knew her name was Audrey Hall. Her father was a big banker, and she was also an aristocratic girl who was very interested in the mysticism.

But this Miss Justice did not feel arrogant because she was a Beyonder, nor did she look down on other knowledge because of her knowledge of mysticism. And the girl in front of her...

Alice frowned and looked at the girl. After confirming that she was only at Sequence 9 and had only one Sequence 6 magical item on her, she suddenly laughed and removed her cover.

The sudden laughter was particularly noticeable in the study. The girl came back to her senses instantly and turned to look at her. Alice read panic in her eyes.

Hazel Macht was startled.

The blonde, blue-eyed girl wrapped in a white robe leaned against the door, looking at her with a smile. Her voice was gentle and soft, and it didn't sound like there was any malice in it:

"Um... let me introduce myself first. You can call me Miss Destiny. That's what everyone usually calls me - can I know your name?"

As she spoke, Alice straightened herself up at the door and walked towards her step by step, as if she really wanted to make friends with her.

She did not let go of the oppressive feeling belonging to the angel, so Hazel was only frightened by the sudden appearance of the stranger, but not to the point of being unable to react.

Despite her lack of experience, Hazel's reaction was not slow. She poured all the spiritual power she could control into the top chain around her neck, and also drew Alice's attention over there.

The necklace is strung with seven emerald green, transparent stones that are placed at equal distances from each other and are surrounded by a circle of tiny diamonds. A subtle fluorescence flows through the necklace.

Suddenly, one of the stones lit up, and in the emerald green light, Alice sensed a force that seemed to want to steal something from her.

To be honest, after having Amon steal her thoughts, abilities, and various things many times, Alice was no stranger to similar experiences.

But Amon's movements were often fast and violent, and she often couldn't react in time, or was too lazy to resist - perhaps more often she was too lazy to resist.

Let Him steal, he won't die.

But the girl's movements were different. They were too slow and too weak. Alice could feel them clearly, just like a baby a few months old trying its best to pull at an adult. Alice realized that the girl couldn't even hold the corners of her clothes or her fingers. She could only feel her soft, nailless palms.

She was too weak, and so was the item on her body.

The considerate Alice thought for a moment, took the fleshy hand, put it on the power related to misfortune, and broke off a small piece for her.

But Alice forgot that the baby's hands and arms were weak. Although that little bit of authority was actually weightless to her, Hazel did not have the ability to hold the authority, and the item on her body could not hold the authority.

Then the heavy weight collapsed the container and hit its owner. Everything went out of control. Alice saw the gems on the necklace light up one by one, and the green light seemed to be contagious, quickly spreading throughout the necklace.

Next, Hazel showed an expression of great pain. Alice saw buds constantly appearing on her face and body. Those buds seemed to be wriggling faintly, like worms that were about to crawl out of her body.

It's broken, something went wrong...

Realizing this, Alice quickly put away her playful intention, and the shadow of a snake circled around the room. When the snake's head bit its tail, everything returned to the way it was when Alice had just finished speaking.

Hazel didn't notice the illusory snake. She only felt the pain of her soul being torn apart when her spiritual energy was exhausted, and then everything returned to normal.

Hazel stared blankly at the blonde girl standing in front of her with her eyes lowered. What happened just now seemed like a dream. Only the girl's voice told the truth:

"Oh, I didn't know that what I did would have such serious consequences. You won't be mad at me, and you won't tell anyone, right?"

Hazel didn't say anything, she just looked at the girl, her eyes were beautiful and pure blue, without any apology, only pure curiosity.

As if shocked by the purity, Hazel was speechless for a while, which made Alice anxious. She approached Hazel, frowned slightly and asked:

"You don't want to keep it a secret?"

Maybe I should answer her question first... A vague thought flashed through Hazel's mind. Just as she was about to answer the question according to this thought, she saw Alice lower her eyes and mutter to herself:

"Maybe I should erase your memory..."

Absurd...Hazel opened her eyes wide in astonishment. Although she didn't understand how the miraculous scene just now happened, she still maintained the greatest respect or fear for Alice and hurriedly said,

"I won't tell anyone!"

"Great!" Alice raised her head happily, looked around, and sat down on the desk in front of her surprised eyes, "Then we can get to know each other now!"

"...?" Hazel looked at her with a puzzled look.

"You can call me Miss Destiny," she repeated her initial self-introduction, "You should be the daughter of Senator Macht, right? Can you tell me your name? Um... or a nickname will do."

"Hazel." Hazel answered subconsciously.

"Hello, Hazel," Alice smiled and leaned closer to her, "Sequence 9, 'Thief'..."

As Hazel's pupils suddenly shrank, Alice reached out and pushed her monocle and asked her:

"Have you ever seen a mouse that likes to wear a monocle?

" "Don't lie, I will... Oh, it seems you have seen it?"

Alice looked at Hazel in surprise.

Perhaps because she was frightened just now, this girl was even worse at hiding her emotions than she was. Alice got the answer from Hazel's panic. She couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion:

"If only Mr. Fool could see you like this… He would definitely praise me.

"Amon... No, forget it, Amon. It's useless for me to hide my emotions in front of Him."

"He...?" Hazel looked at Alice a little dazedly.

Although she lacked common sense about the extraordinary world, she was not unfamiliar with this pronoun. Hazel vaguely realized that this girl, who seemed younger than her, had just mentioned two gods for her own protection.

She seemed to be very familiar with them.

Teacher, what on earth is going on...Hazel took a deep breath in her heart, and the fear on her face became more obvious.

She did not consider the possibility that this familiarity was actually pretended, or even that the title of the god was made up. After all, she had just suffered a big fright.

Alice had no interest in explaining to Hazel. She glanced at him, chuckled, and asked:

"Won't you explain?"

After a pause, she glanced at Hazel, who was clearly panicking, and asked hesitantly:

"Well…if you need it, maybe the Church of Night can make you feel safer?

"Well, if you go to church, maybe you can get some comfort, and that will calm you down."

It was not until this time that Hazel felt a slight sense of security and a clear sense of reality.

But unfortunately, her past life did not teach Hazel to be wise in the face of the current situation. She looked at Alice and did not answer the previous question. Instead, she asked politely:

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly appear in my study? Why do you want to know about the teacher?"

"Teacher?" Alice looked at Hazel in surprise, "You call Amon teacher?"

This was the second time Hazel heard the name Amon from Alice. She was about to ask who this person was, but Alice quickly denied her words to herself:

"No, it can't be Amon, otherwise it should be Amon who greets me right now... Are you Amon?"

As she spoke, Alice suddenly turned her head and looked at Hazel without her being prepared.

"Who is Amon?" Hazel asked in confusion.

"The greatest thief," Alice shrugged. "So, your teacher is a mouse who loves to wear a monocle?"

Hazel finally realized that she had let the cat out of the bag. She widened her eyes and was about to speak when Alice reached out and patted her shoulder, soothing her:

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your teacher, as long as you're not really calling Amon teacher... oh, wait.

"If you look at it this way, you might really call Amon teacher in the future..."

Alice glanced at Hazel with pity, realizing that she was genuinely worried about the so-called "teacher", and couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"What are you worried about?" She looked at Hazel in confusion, "Are you worried about your teacher's safety? You should know that even if you don't say anything, I can easily find out your teacher's location in front of me."

As Hazel's panic intensified, Alice casually added to what she had just said:

"Ha, if I want, I can not only know where your teacher is and who he is, but I can also know what you said and did to each other.

"When you stand before me, your fate is clear to me. Although the future is uncertain, the past cannot be hidden from my eyes."

She looked down at Hazel, who half tilted her head back to meet those blue eyes, and saw her own reflection clearly in them.

But she didn't take me seriously at all...Hazel thought sadly.

At this moment, she finally understood Alice's attitude. It all seemed like a new game. The girl in front of her was a game player. She respected the rules of the game and did not intend to crack the game violently, but she did not take her playing companion seriously.

If Hazel had come into contact with modern games, she would probably find a more appropriate word to describe herself - mission NPC.

But Hazel didn't know this, nor did she know how people usually treated the NPCs on the mission. After realizing Alice's inherent arrogance, the spoiled girl angrily decided to cause some trouble for the lady of destiny.

"In that case," she said with her eyes wide open, "since you are so capable, then go find it yourself!"

Alice didn't say anything, the corners of her lips turned down slightly, her eyes half-narrowed, and then the smile disappeared and turned into cold anger.

The spirit screamed to warn her, and Hazel instinctively knew it meant danger. She realized that she might have angered the mysterious Miss Fate, and the extinguished fear rose again.

This expression pleased Alice. She suddenly laughed, moved closer to Hazel, stretched out her hand and lifted Hazel's chin without any hesitation, and said thoughtfully:

"If I kill you now, the Goddess and Mr. Fool... Well, I don't know if the Goddess will be angry with me for this kind of thing, but Mr. Fool will definitely be. He hates me for doing something like this...

"But it should be okay to teach you a lesson."

In the face of Hazel's uneasiness and doubt, Alice tilted her head, leaving a trace of misfortune without any direction, and said softly:

"Normally, this will not have any impact on you... However, in the future, you will probably encounter something very, very bad...

"Let me think about it. You might be involved in some high-sequence struggle. As a tool in it, you will most likely not die, but it's not certain...

"Anyway, you'd better be careful. It won't last long, just the next one or two months - okay, bye~"

Alice let go of her hand, sat up straight again, and disappeared before Hazel could come to her senses.

Hazel sat there blankly. After a few seconds, the girl reappeared in that position. She heard the blonde girl apologize to her in a brisk tone:

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to remove the barrier for you. Okay, now other people can enter this room!"

Having said this, she disappeared again.

Hazel continued to stare at the place where she was just now, and until she was sure that no one would appear again, she hesitated for a moment and her eyes fell on the books on the table as decoration.

She picked up the book and started reading. (End of this chapter)