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66 "Students"

Alice finally decided not to go directly to Oravi to look for it. That night, she appeared in Klein's bedroom with the painting of the church and asked Klein, who had been in Oravi for some time,

"Have you seen such a church in Oravi?"

Dwayne Dantes, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, was startled, but he was too weak to remind Alice of the gender difference between them, after all, Alice had given the black cat a bath not long ago.

Klein was very sure that Alice didn't care about this at all. He simply ignored the strange feeling in his heart and told himself that this was a child. Although she looked like a girl, her mental age was probably only in the single digits. There was no need for him to care about such things with a child of this age.

After giving himself psychological counseling, Klein lowered his head and picked up the painting to examine it carefully. Of course, he had never seen it before. However, Alice always liked to cut corners when she talked about things, and she herself didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Klein thought that there might be information in the painting that Alice didn't mention.

He quickly found what he needed in the painting. The holy emblem of the Lord of Storms was so conspicuous. Klein shook his head and pointed at the holy emblem and asked Alice:

"Is this the church of the Storm Church?"

"Ah..." Alice sat down beside the bed while Klein was observing the painting. "That should be it?"

Klein held his forehead with his hand. He glanced at Alice and gave up the idea of ​​asking her to finish her words. He said,

"Although I have never seen the church and bell tower you drew, if you limit it to the church of the Church of Storms on Oravi Island, I roughly know which one it is."

Alice looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Klein lived up to her expectations and gave her the answer:

"St. Draco Church... Oh, by the way, the sunset at St. Draco Mountain outside the Oravi Harbor is very beautiful. You can go and take a look."

"?" Alice looked at Klein, her eyes gradually becoming confused.

"You don't have anything to do anyway, right?" Klein spread his hands.

That's right. Alice nodded and made a note of it. Then she asked curiously:

"How did you know this? From a travel magazine?"

"Of course not!" Klein explained. "I saw it in a best-selling novel. The author of that book is Leon Mustang. He was born in Oravi and settled in Backlund after he turned 20. In the book, he described the sunset at Mount Saint Draco in the port with great emotion, and thought it was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen."

Alice was rarely melancholy for a moment. She suddenly remembered what she and Bernadette said when they introduced the meaning of "hometown". She pursed her lips and asked,

"Have you been there?"

"I've seen it," Klein nodded. "That's why I told you… Yeah, it's really beautiful."

Alice looked at him, her eyes drifting into the distance, and whispered:

"That's good. It seems that he doesn't think the sunset in Olawe is beautiful just because he can no longer see it."

Klein opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Alice once again used her words to silence everyone, but this time the silence was different from before. The atmosphere around them seemed to be shrouded in a layer of oppressive gray. The hazy gray color gradually permeated and finally solidified between the two of them, holding their breath.

Klein wanted to say something to break this uncomfortable feeling. For the first time, he envied Alice's ability to make a joke in any situation. He prayed fervently in his heart that Alice would say something to break this scene.

Alice also rarely spoke. She sat quietly in her original position, maintaining the same expression as before, as if she was daydreaming.

This made Klein feel even more depressed. He raced his brain, trying to come up with something to say. As he was trying to think, suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out:

"Hahaha, hehe, no, hahaha!"

Klein looked over in the direction of the laughter and found Alice was staggering with laughter, almost falling down. He couldn't describe his emotions, but the stagnant feeling just now was definitely swept away. So he asked Alice:

"Why don't you just lie down and laugh?"

Alice took some time to stop laughing, then explained seriously:

"Because your legs...will hurt if you lie down."

She is quite picky... But she really didn't think about it in other ways... Oh, forget it, there is really no need for a child to care about this...

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and then he asked, "Then why did you suddenly laugh?"

"Well," Alice tilted her head, "Don't you think it's funny when we both look so serious?"

Is it funny? Klein didn't know, but he felt that based on this reason, he should lose his temper with Alice, so he said to Alice in a very calm tone:

"roll."

Alice blinked, she lowered her head and looked at her eyes, and said thoughtfully:

"In fact, if I can show you my mythical creature form, I think I can really get out...

"After all, I just need to hold the tail in my mouth and it will become a ring."

Klein looked at Alice expressionlessly, and said to her in a tone that was more sincere than before:

"Go away."

This time, Alice felt the anger and she rolled away obediently.

Klein was not surprised that Alice disappeared from the spot. He just felt suffocated as if he had no breath to breathe, so he got out of bed, opened the curtains, and decided to get some fresh air.

The crimson moonlight entered the room, and as expected, Klein saw a figure running out of Senator Macht's house. He was not unfamiliar with that figure, as he had seen it many times in the past few days - it was Hazel.

Seeing Hazel crawling into the sewer again, Klein inexplicably thought of Alice and couldn't help but mutter:

"If Congressman Macht knew that his daughter sneaked out of the house every night and crawled through the sewers, he would be furious... just like I am every time I know Alice gets into trouble."

…

Alice had no interest in rushing to Oravi overnight. She had a good sleep, and reluctantly stayed in bed at daybreak. At ten o'clock in the morning, she enjoyed a sumptuous meal that she was not sure whether to call it breakfast or dinner, and then appeared in Oravi.

She certainly had no interest in slowly buying a ticket and taking a boat ride there, but in order to find St. Draco's Church, Alice finally chose to take a carriage.

The stable stopped on the street in front of the church. Alice got off the carriage, raised her head slightly, and saw the magnificent bell tower.

That was indeed the clock she saw in her dream. Alice felt relieved, recalled the scene in her dream, and walked towards the back of the church again.

She finally got stuck in front of a street because she couldn't remember which house it was on the street, and the house itself didn't have any special features. Most importantly, she didn't see the house number.

This was really bad news. Of course, Alice knew that she had a way. She could recall the dream and count the number of the house on the street.

This was not difficult, but after thinking for a moment, Alice chose a more straightforward method. She walked to the first house on the street, knocked on the door twice, and then felt it quietly.

The spirit was so quiet without any discrimination that Alice realized this was not the house she was looking for. She turned around and prepared to leave when someone opened the door.

A middle-aged woman dressed like a local opened the door. She looked around in confusion and asked Alice, who seemed to be about to leave,

"Did you knock on the door?"

"No," Alice replied calmly.

So the woman looked around again and muttered, "Who is it? I knocked on the door but he didn't come out... Hey, did you see who knocked on the door?"

"I don't know," Alice spread her hands. "I didn't see anything. No one knocked on the door."

Her expression was so confident that the middle-aged woman guarding the door couldn't help but doubt her ears. She closed the door while talking to herself. Alice exhaled, turned and walked towards the second door.

"Maybe I should go and do some divination and count..." Alice muttered to herself and knocked on the door.

The spirit still did not give any feedback. The good news was that no one suddenly opened the door and asked who was knocking. Alice walked towards the third door with confidence.

She knocked on twelve doors. Some of the houses were occupied, some were empty, some contained people who were as easy to fool as the first one, and some contained people who refused to believe her and kept scolding her and telling her to get away. Ellie unceremoniously gave this person a bad luck and then left.

When she stood in front of the thirteenth door, Alice raised her hand and tried to knock on the door as before, but a voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Alice immediately withdrew her hand, stepped back a few steps, and looked at the house with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

The voice in Alice's soul told her that this was the place she was looking for, but the ominous number 13 made Alice instantly alert. Coupled with the obviously wrong start, Alice stood at the door and observed carefully.

The people inside seemed to have anticipated this step. Alice felt something fleeting covering her for a moment. Someone took that opportunity to look at her. Then, the voice sounded for the second time:

"Come in, little girl with destiny."

Alice frowned slightly. The feeling of enveloping her made her feel somewhat familiar. It seemed to be from the same source as her own power - oh, yes, Alice felt that it was the power of the realm of destiny.

Beyonder? Perhaps from the same path?

Alice suddenly remembered the feather pen and the eye behind the Chanis Gate. The two sealed objects left a deep impression on her. There was also a "Cassandra" outside. Was this... the fourth "prophet"?

Alice frowned slightly, and her spirituality unfolded. She glimpsed an old man without a single wrinkle on his face - this statement sounded a little strange, mainly because the man inside had white hair, like snow.

The white-haired old man was looking in a certain direction with a smile. His smile could be described as kind and friendly. Alice guessed that he was looking in the direction of the door, which was the same as her direction.

Alice judged that this was not a "prophet". If he really took the path of "destiny", he should be a "chaos walker". This made Alice feel even worse, because it meant that fate temporarily changed its strategy and was not so anxious to urge her to take the "prophet" potion. It was willing to wait for her to become a "chaos walker" first.

Is this good news? Alice didn't know, but she didn't think so. She hadn't forgotten that she was brought here by her own divination, and she had only wanted to find a bridge hole suitable for setting up a stall.

"Aren't you coming in yet?" the person inside asked again.

Alice knew she couldn't wait any longer, so she reached out and pushed the door, and sure enough, it was not locked, so she pushed it open smoothly.

Alice closed the door and walked through the entrance hall. The white-haired old man was sitting on the sofa waiting for her. Alice saw a cup of black tea in front of him and a bowl of hot milk opposite him.

Alice became more and more confused. She had just classified this old man as a person with extraordinary characteristics who was sent up here. However, Charlie King's performance made Alice feel that this might be the performance that a person with extraordinary characteristics who was sent up here should have.

She looked at the old man hesitantly, then walked to the sofa opposite, sat down, picked up the milk and took a sip.

"It tastes good," she commented.

"There's more here that you like," the old man said with a smile, "If you become my student, you should be able to drink it often."

Students...? Alice was quick to sense that something was wrong. She frowned, put down the milk, and asked the old man in front of her:

"I have a question.

"Can you tell me what fate told you?"

The old man showed no strange expression to Alice's question. He replied with a smile,

"Fate tells me that around this time today, a student destined to be my student will come to visit me. She will inherit my legacy."

As he spoke, the old man's eyes fell on Alice. Alice knew that he was referring to her, and the student was obviously referring to her - her confidence came from the phrase "inheriting the mantle".

How can inheriting extraordinary characteristics not be a form of inheriting a mantle?

Alice couldn't tell how she felt. She put down the milk in her hand, frowned and asked the old man,

"You are a 'Chaos Walker', right?"

"You even know this?" The old man looked at Alice in surprise. "Yes, I am indeed a 'Chaos Walker'. I am also the Fate Councillor of the 'School of Life'. My name is Richoed."

Life School… Alice's mood became even more complicated. She felt that this was most likely Will Auceptin's subordinate, but this was not what she was concerned about at the moment. She sighed and smiled bitterly:

"Ha, fate even paid attention to my mental health."

"What?" asked Richoide in confusion.

Alice leaned back on the sofa. She had calmed down now. She looked at Richoide and smiled, lowering her eyes:

"You know what? A long time ago, I was also a member of the 'Life School'." (End of this chapter)

67 Staring at Each Other from a Distance

Alice didn't know if she could kill an innocent person in order to obtain extraordinary characteristics. She had never thought about this question, but looking back on the past, she thought that her behavior at certain times seemed to be no different from doing so.

So, I am just confused for a moment now... Alice pursed her lips. While she was confused, Richoide spoke in surprise:

"...also?"

"Yes," Alice's eyes fell on Richaud, watching his reaction closely, "Didn't fate tell you this?"

Richoed frowned slightly. He glanced at Alice but didn't say anything. Instead, he shook his head and said,

"That's not the case... But I know you are already a Beyonder. You came here to find a way forward."

Alice paused, and whispered to Richaud:

"If that's the case, then I think I've found the way forward."

"Oh?" Richaud looked at Alice with interest, waiting for her answer.

Alice smiled sarcastically and said, "I think you are the 'direction of progress' that fate has arranged for me."

Richoed frowned again, looked at Alice, and said with a smile:

"Little girl, I noticed that you seem to be disgusted with fate?"

Alice pursed her lips slightly.

Richaud shook his head and continued:

"You said you were once one of us... I don't know who led you in, or why you left, but didn't your former teacher tell you that we should respect fate?"

"Respect?" Alice sneered, "That depends on which fate you are talking about. If fate wants to kill me, do I have to obey it obediently?"

After a pause, she corrected herself, "No, that's not right... People from your 'School of Life' seem to actually commit suicide if they encounter such a situation?"

"Fate wants to kill you?" Richoed glanced at Alice in confusion. "No, fate doesn't have such personal emotions. At most, you were supposed to die, so..."

Alice stared at Richoed with a cold expression, saying nothing. Richoed's words made her lose interest in continuing the conversation. She no longer concealed her aura, so Richoed's voice suddenly stopped. He looked at her with shock and confusion and asked:

"...Demigod?"

"Yes," Alice said as she stood up. "I told you, fate has already found a 'direction' for me, and that is you, the Chaos Walker. I happen to be in urgent need of a Chaos Walker's extraordinary characteristics."

Richoed looked calm. Alice noticed that the power she felt at the door was coming towards her again. At the same time, she heard Richoed say to her:

"You probably don't know that it is difficult for a 'Doom Mage' to leave behind a 'Chaos Walker'. For those of us who travel through chaos, the best thing we can do is escape."

Having said that, he didn't look like he was going to run away. He was very confident. Alice looked at his confident expression and inexplicably thought of Song Shu who wanted to make a bet with her, and she felt even more annoyed.

She actually guessed that this was most likely affected by the ability of the "Chaos Walker", but Alice did not intend to stop it, because she no longer thought about whether to let Richoed go - this old guy successfully angered her.

Just as Rui Qiangde said, it is difficult for a "Doom Mage" to leave behind a "Chaos Walker", but Alice is not just a "Doom Mage". A silver-white river poured out from her body, surrounding the entire room. Alice smiled softly in the middle and said,

"Since you said so, I will give you a chance to escape - please."

Rejord realized instantly that something was wrong. He certainly recognized this ability. After the Speaker of Fate who had successfully been promoted to "Mercury Snake" was forced to leave the "School of Life", he was responsible for leading the "School of Life".

As Will Auceptin's long-time confidant, he was familiar with the abilities of the Sequence 1 "Mercury Snake". When Will Auceptin was in good condition, he even asked for help. Therefore, he realized at the first moment that the girl in front of him was not an ordinary "Doom Mage". Either she came here with the protection of Ouroboros, or she was Ouroboros.

Yes, Richoed only thought of Ouroboros, because the "School of Life" was still in civil strife. As a relatively weaker force, their already limited intelligence system was hit to pieces. They didn't care much because they usually didn't rely on this system to obtain intelligence, but mainly relied on divination and active warnings from fate.

But no matter what, Richaud remained calm. He did not forget that fate had given him a student to inherit his mantle, not the murderer who killed him. He quickly guessed that it was the former, and followed this line of thought to come to a complete conclusion.

She should have left the "School of Life" because of Ouroboros, but it seems that today is the day for her to return...

Although his brain was working, Richoed did not stop moving. He did not want to think about how much protection Angel Alice could provide, because no matter how much, he was helpless. He only had one idea - to ask for help.

With Alice's half-smile on his face, Richaud took out something. It was a grayish-white leather item with many complicated runes on it. Alice noticed that it was connected from beginning to end, like a closed water pipe.

This should have been a tense and exciting moment, but Alice suddenly lost her mind. She remembered the auxiliary ingredient of the "Prophet" potion - "the water of the long river of destiny."

Can this thing be used to hold the water from the long river of fate? Well, it's connected end to end, and it doesn't look like it will leak, but I don't know how to put it in...

While Alice was daydreaming, Richaud opened a joint in the "water pipe", unfolded the "water pipe" and threw it towards Alice.

When Alice came to her senses, she was horrified to find a "sack" flying towards her above her head, trying to cover her. She realized that it was the "water pipe" from before, which had enlarged at some point.

The runes on it became clearer, and Alice recognized several lines of interlaced ancient Hermetic language. She realized that it should be a name:

"The embodiment of luck,

"A monster that can predict the future,

"The calamity that spreads misfortune,

"The witness of all the fates of Backlund,

"the watcher of chaos and madness."

I have seen this honorific name... This, this is Will Auceptin's honorific name! This thing is related to Will Auceptin! He is asking Will Auceptin for help!

Alice realized this, she stared at the "sack" above her head and her whole body tensed up.

…

Wilma leaned on the hospital bed and looked to the side. In her sight, a girl with burgundy hair spread a tablecloth in front of her and was shuffling a deck of tarot cards.

This is Selina. She is doing a divination that couldn't be any more sloppy. Of course, she was just playing around. As she herself said, the accuracy of her divination is very random.

She laid out a complicated Intis card layout, which was invented by Emperor Roselle, the inventor of Tarot cards. She was very familiar with it. Out of disrespect for the divination, Selina directly turned over the card that symbolized the result.

That's the reversed Wheel of Fortune.

When Selina saw this card, her expression was not very good. She tried to tell fortunes for Velma, and her original intention was just as she said - she just wanted to help her get peace of mind.

But the reversed Wheel of Fortune means that things will develop in a bad direction, which means that the outcome for the child may not be satisfactory, which does not have a reassuring effect at all.

Thinking of this, Selina glanced at Velma with a slight headache, which made Velma see the clue. She asked anxiously:

"What's wrong?"

Then, Selina saw Velma looking at the cards spread out on her body and asked,

"Is... is the result of the divination bad?"

The anxiety and uneasiness in Velma's voice almost overflowed. Selina knew that she could never say it out loud like that. It would definitely have a major impact on Velma, but concealing the truth was not what a fortune teller should do, which gave Selina a headache.

While she was struggling, Wilma suddenly covered her stomach and groaned in pain:

"hiss!"

Selina realized that Velma had a stomachache again. This scene was not unfamiliar to her. It happened frequently recently, but it was the first time she was relieved when Velma had a stomachache. She murmured in a low voice:

"Praise the goddess... and praise fate."

Then she started calling out to people loudly.

…

Ouroboros suddenly put down his paintbrush, walked to the window and stared out.

"He" came to Backlund following the guidance of fate. After receiving the revelation in his dream that becoming a god had nothing to do with him, "He" had nothing to do and spent most of his time painting murals.

Some of those murals were real events, and some were prophecies he saw. He painted these murals without any pattern and left his own power on each one.

When He was called to the Sanctuary, He would paint murals in the Sanctuary during that time. When He was called to the "God-forsaken Land", He would walk around the "God-forsaken Land" while looking for a suitable place to paint murals. He followed the guidance of fate and came to Backlund, where He painted murals.

But, just now... was there something? It seemed like Will Auceptin's aura... where did it go?

Ouroboros stood still in front of the window, his expression unchanged.

…

Alice felt that she should avoid it. She had a hunch that it was not a good thing. Being covered was definitely not a good thing for her. She instinctively wanted to escape.

But Alice gave up the idea as soon as it came to her mind. She suddenly felt like she was being locked in. She knew it was a fateful lock—Will Auceptin was staring at her through this inexplicable skin.

She must find a way to break this situation and make Will Auceptin give up the idea of ​​taking the opportunity to do something to her!

Alice's expression became even colder. She made up her mind to teach Will Auceptin a lesson when she returned. At the same time, she put aside the emotions that had affected her and thought with complete rationality.

There are two obvious solutions to this kind of malicious peeping. One is to let the other person see something they don't want to see, so that their eyes will be hurt and they will look away. The other is...

Attract the enemy's attention and meet His gaze!

Alice really couldn't communicate with Ouroboros. Without the honorific name of Ouroboros, even if she was actually the activated uniqueness, she couldn't do it.

But it was so easy to attract Ouroboros' attention.

Uniqueness is like a network, so all Extraordinary people of the same path are on this platform. Low-Sequence people are densely mixed together, like ants that are difficult to distinguish, but it is not the case with High-Sequence people. They are divided and occupy a piece of territory that belongs to them.

Of course, some powerful guys can hide their territory so that no one can find it. But Alice doesn't need to find it. Her original intention is not to find Ouroboros, she just wants to attract Ouroboros' attention.

This was too easy. The "Hidden Sage" gave her the best demonstration. Alice unceremoniously sent a spam advertisement to everyone. At that moment, she noticed countless eyes falling here.

There was a particularly heavy gaze among them. Alice couldn't easily find its location, but she knew who it was. It was her target - Ouroboros.

Then the gaze that was fixed on her no longer lingered on her tightly, and Alice noticed that the gaze had loosened a little, which was due to hesitation and fear.

Alice didn't care about this, she just knew that she had space to move freely again, and she took advantage of the sight becoming silky and sticky, and quickly pulled herself out from the middle, dodging the sack that was thrown at her.

This was very exhausting for her, and only after Alice dodged it did she realize her spiritual emptiness. She realized that sending mass advertisements was not an easy task - this might be the reason why the "Secret Peeper" channel has not yet died out.

However, it didn't matter that there wasn't much spiritual power left. Alice noticed that Will Auceptin, who had failed to hit her, had already looked away, and Ouroboros also looked away after a brief pause.

Now, her opponent was barely a Sequence 3, and a Sequence 3 trapped here, so she had a very quick solution.

In Richoed's fear, she turned her body, gradually transforming into a giant white snake from head to toe, sliding and wrapping around Richoed, her head holding her tail, and looking at Richoed with cold red eyes.

Rejord knew that there was a big problem as soon as Alice dodged away. She noticed Will Auceptin's support and naturally also noticed the retreating support, but the cycle of fate still trapped him. Obviously, the helpers he invited chose to escape.

But Richoed had no choice. He couldn't run away, but it was unlikely that a Sequence 3 would be defeated by a Sequence 4. He tried to struggle, but then the giant white snake wrapped around him. He faced reality as he felt dizzy with scales growing on his body. (End of this chapter)

68 Help me kill someone

Angel...Richard finally realized that the girl who came to him was not favored by anyone, but an angel herself.

She is Ouroboros? Ouroboros is a girl this time? No, that's not right, what's the revelation? That's right, revelation!

Chaotic thoughts jumped in his mind. Richode closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and concentrate on thinking of a solution to all this - he was very sure that there was no possibility of him escaping, let alone defeating such an enemy.

But at the critical moment, fate favored Rejord. He remembered that Alice had shown dissatisfaction with fate since she entered the door.

Perhaps... Rejord's mind moved, and he closed his eyes and shouted:

"If you kill me, wouldn't that be submitting to the arrangement of fate?"

Alice had to admit that she paused for a moment because of this sentence, because it sounded quite reasonable at first glance.

But it was easy to understand this point. Alice soon discovered that there was an obvious mistake in this passage - if fate wanted Richaud to die, there was no need to let her do it in such a troublesome way.

It was indeed very troublesome, because Alice realized that she had no good way to deal with Richaud who was staring at her. She couldn't strangle Richaud, nor could she pounce on him and fight him...

Well, it doesn't seem impossible?

Alice stopped this horrible thought from spreading further with mixed feelings, and then she started to have trouble with Richaud again.

If she didn't consider physical combat or wait here for Richaud to open his eyes, Alice realized that she actually only had one way.

She returned to her human form, and raised all the possibilities related to death in Richoed's future, then chuckled and said:

"You said one thing wrong.

"If fate wants you to die, you will die regardless of whether I kill you today or not."

After a pause, Alice didn't say the second half of her sentence, which was that fate wanted her to use the other party's Beyonder characteristics to advance. She had no interest in discussing her situation with an enemy who was not yet dead.

Alice was surprised to find that Richaud had opened his eyes for some unknown reason. She dimly realized that Richaud seemed not to think that he would deceive him until now.

Hasn't he been deceived by fate, this guy... Alice was shocked. She didn't understand, but respected him. As soon as Richaud opened his eyes, she once again chose the most brutal way to solve the problem - she turned back into a giant white snake.

As a result, Richaud's condition, which had not yet stabilized, became worse. Alice saw white scales on his exposed skin, even his face, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.

Alice stared at Rejoice without relaxing. She knew that out-of-control Beyonders did not always turn into a pool of Beyonders. Most of the time, they actually turned into monsters. This was an important reason why High-Sequence Beings were difficult to kill.

——Many times, your opponent is not about to die, but about to lose control. If you continue to force him, you may face a mutated monster.

The "fate" approach can partially solve this problem. As long as the probability is secretly adjusted, in most cases, they can be lucky enough to directly obtain extraordinary characteristics.

The reason why I say "partially" is because, after all, Richoed is also on the "Destiny" path. Since the "Mage of Doom", this path has had some capital to fight back. Maybe he will succeed in the fight and lose control and become a monster?

As for the fact that Richoed would harm the poor...Although Alice had not considered this at the beginning, she did remember it now. But it didn't matter. Even if she was unreliable, she was still an angel. It was not difficult for her to trap a Sequence 3 monster that had gone out of control.

In fact, she was trapped.

As for killing...the worst that can happen is calling for help.

With his precarious sanity, Richoed clearly realized that he didn't have much time left and he was just a step away from losing control. Even if he didn't, he couldn't think of another way to convince the unfamiliar girl in front of him.

He finally began to question the revelation of fate. As his life drew to a close, Richaud's mood calmed down. He no longer paid attention to everything in front of him, but murmured as if talking to himself:

"Does the appearance of a successor mean the death of the predecessor?"

Alice was stunned for a moment. At first glance, these words seemed to contain a lot of philosophy. She subconsciously thought about it for a while. When she came to her senses, a giant white snake had already wrapped around her and opened its mouth to bite her.

In the intuitive pain, Alice realized that the snake had teeth. Furthermore, Alice discovered that the snake was actually poisonous. Alice understood it as snake venom. In fact, she just realized that something was eating away at her sanity and its behavior was very rude, so she discovered it directly.

The snake that Richaud transformed into was actually not that big in size, and its strength was not very strong either. Alice realized this after she broke free.

Then, she discovered something that seemed to be a supernatural phenomenon - it was not so strange for a snake to have scales, teeth and be poisonous, but what if this snake had human facial features?

Looking at the human face covered with white scales, Ellie ran away without hesitation.

She decided to take a nap first to recover from the spiritual loss.

She wasn't worried about anyone being dragged into this. It was much easier to prevent people from discovering this place than to deal with Richaud, because Alice had no intention of stopping the difficult group of people.

——He can't get out again, maybe he can help her deal with the monster that Richoed turned into when he lost control, why is she in such a hurry?

With this thought in mind, Alice lay down to sleep with peace of mind.

…

In the master bedroom of 160 Böklund Street in Backlund, Klein was thinking as he looked at the words on the full-length mirror.

The "magician" Fowles gave a clue about the angel of God that she was commissioned to assassinate. On Friday, Mr. X, the angel of the "Aurora Society" and their target, will hold a party.

After divination and consulting the Arrodes, Klein thought that was a suitable time for the assassination, but there was still a problem.

——Mr. X held the party at 8 o'clock in the evening, which was not yet Dwayne Dantes' bedtime. He needed someone to disguise himself and deal with the butler and servants.

Klein actually thought of more than one solution. One of them was to use a mirror to create an illusion of himself, and let Arrodes take charge of the speaking part.

This is simple, but Arrodes's characteristic of requiring one question and one answer, as well as its seemingly instinctive social-death style, make Klein deeply worried about Dwayne Dantes' image.

The second choice is Alice. Klein knows that Alice has a magical item that can change her appearance. She calls that item "Matilda"... Uh, can that item change her voice?

Klein paused for a moment, remembering this question.

Of course, even though I didn't think of this problem, asking Alice for help was not a good option either.

In fact, Klein's concerns about asking Alice for help and asking Arrodes for help were not much different - he was also worried that Alice would casually destroy Dwayne Dantès's character image.

And, unlike Arrodes, Alice had a history of doing this sort of thing - she once had Admiral Amyrius beaten in front of his brother because his belt was not fastened tightly...

Thinking of this, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He stopped recalling how he felt when he pulled up his pants and decisively decided to entrust this matter to Arrodes.

"Arrodes, I need your help with something." He said with a smile.

"This, this is my honor! This is the opportunity you gave me!" Words popped up quickly, fully expressing what excitement and joy are. "Excuse me, what is the task?"

Klein nodded and said:

"This Friday night, I will use a mirror as an illusion prop and transform it into my current identity… If something urgent happens, you will be responsible for manipulating the mirror, answering questions, and preventing anyone from noticing anything unusual.

"Can you do that?"

The air around the full-length mirror suddenly moved, and a very flattering voice belonging to Dwayne Dantes sounded:

"Great Master, I will do my best to complete whatever you order.

"Although this cannot be maintained for too long and is not in line with my habits, it is enough to handle everyone here.

"I can simulate any sound if you want!"

More versatile than I thought... It's not easy to be a mirror these days... But, the last sentence always feels weird... Klein's facial muscles moved and he said:

"When dealing with it, conceal the nature of the quiz game so that no one can find out."

Arrodes immediately displayed new words on the full-length mirror:

"I will play your role well!"

"Very good." Klein said softly.

He was indeed worried that Arrodes would ask embarrassing questions to the butler Walter and the valet Richardson, such as whether he had any fantasies when facing a lady who shouldn't be impulsive, and who he was thinking about when he was solving problems by himself in the dead of night.

He believed that with the integrity of the "magic mirror", if it was not warned in advance, it might really do this. Danitz was almost broken by it at the beginning... Hey, speaking of it, what questions did it ask when it faced Alice?

Klein carefully recalled Alice's personality, and then looked at Arrodes who was still intact, realizing that the questions this mirror asked when facing Alice were probably similar to those when it faced him.

Without further ado, Klein said, "That's all for today. I'll contact you on Friday night."

"Yes, great master, your humble servant can't wait to serve you!" "Magic Mirror" Arrodes first materialized a line of words, and then made a simple drawing of a waving hand.

Next, um, I should tell Alice not to come to see me for the next two days... Klein thought as he came above the gray fog.

Alice woke up in the gray mist. To be honest, she didn't get enough sleep, but she still listened to what Klein said about the cause and effect.

It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with me... Alice nodded, lay down again, and then sat up again.

While Klein was still there, Alice hurried to the top of the gray fog, knocked on the door, and then ran in with Klein's consent. She said to the confused Klein:

"Do me a favor."

"Huh?" Klein looked at her in confusion.

Alice shrugged and replied,

"Help me kill someone...if he's not dead yet."

"?" Klein looked even more confused. "Is there anyone I can kill that you can't?"

"It's different…" Alice pinched her brows and explained, "I don't have the means to attack directly, and rational attacks don't work on monsters that have lost control… I can let other high-sequences find the place, but then I won't have the Beyonder characteristics—although I don't plan to be promoted this way for the time being, I don't have the hobby of giving gifts like this."

In Alice's long speech, Klein only noticed one key word:

"...High Sequence?

"You're not going to ask me to help you kill a demigod, are you...?"

Alice shook her head and said:

"To be precise, it's a Sequence 3 monster that went out of control... Also, I'm not asking you to kill it, I'm just asking you to provide a means of attack - just chop it once with the 'Poseidon Scepter', or a few more times at most."

This wasn't a very difficult request. Klein felt much more relaxed after hearing it. Then, he thought of another question:

"I may not be able to chop your side."

"Why?" Alice asked in confusion.

Klein explained, "After you got the 'Dice of Probability', I couldn't see what was happening next to you. I wasn't sure if the power of the gray fog could penetrate it."

Alice was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized that Klein's control over the gray fog was not that high. This was probably due to his lack of authority. With his promotion, Klein should be able to use the power of the gray fog to spy on her again.

However, if this is what we need to do now... Alice frowned and said thoughtfully:

"Well, hiding one's own destiny and isolating oneself from prying eyes seems to be more passive for the 'Destiny' path...

"I haven't really taken care of this matter, but maybe I can try to take the initiative to... uh, open my defenses to you?

"Maybe then you can see?"

They looked at each other, and Klein thought for a moment before answering,

"Try?"

So Alice returned to the real world. Above the gray fog, Klein spread his spirituality, covering the deep red star that belonged to Alice, trying to see Alice's condition clearly.

Klein could clearly feel that Alice was trying, because the concealing force shook from time to time at the beginning, so Klein would occasionally feel that the fog seemed to have thinned a little, until a certain moment, everything suddenly became clear, and Klein found that he could see Alice like he saw other people.

Without hesitation, he touched the star that belonged to Alice and sent a message:

"I'm all right here!" (End of this chapter)