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61 Brave Emlyn

When asking this question, Alice looked at the "Hermit" Cattleya with hope in her eyes.

——If there is anyone in this Tarot meeting who knows what this ambiguous description means, it is probably only Ms. Hermit.

But this time, Ms. Hermit disappointed Alice. Under Alice's expectant eyes, she shook her head and said,

"I've never heard of it."

Alice looked away and glanced around. Except for Emlyn the Moon and Derrick the Sun who said they could go back and look up information, everyone else said they didn't know.

So Alice sighed, shook her head and said,

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you... It's normal that you haven't heard of demigod-level materials."

No one spoke, only the "Hermit" Cattleya looked at her and then looked away, as if she had something to ask.

"What do you want to ask?" Alice asked her.

The Hermit Cattleya carefully glanced at Klein in the gray fog before nervously answering:

"No, I'm just a little confused...

"Why don't you ask Mr. Fool?"

This has been Cattleya's doubt for a long time.

Earlier, she had suspected that in Alice's eyes, "the world" might be equivalent to Mr. Fool to some extent, but at that time she did not dare to think about this issue deeply and could only cover it up like this.

Later, Alice's words and actions made Cattleya feel that the "world" and the Fool seemed to be separate, and they seemed not to be the same person, and this idea gradually stopped.

It was not until Alice's recent questions that Cattleya began to become suspicious.

The knowledge that Miss Destiny asked for didn't seem to be too secret. Even if Mr. Fool didn't have knowledge in his authority, at least… it didn't seem right to watch Miss Destiny asking questions like a headless fly?

This sounded a bit too pitiful. Moreover, judging from past performance, Mr. Fool was open to Miss Destiny at least in terms of knowledge.

But Cattleya felt that her question was too much of a test. Even though she had doubts about the relationship between the Fool and the "world", she did not want to test Miss Destiny.

As for testing Mr. Fool...Haha, in terms of Miss Fate's attitude towards Mr. Fool, what's the difference between this and testing Miss Fate?

Besides, Cattleya had not forgotten the scepter she saw when she first came to the gray fog. At best, she only suspected that the "world" was the incarnation of the Fool, or some way for Mr. Fool to interfere with reality. She didn't dare to be so bold as to guess that the Fool was a mortal.

How could a mortal help her get rid of the knowledge she was chasing? How could a mortal make Miss Fate obedient? How could a mortal take away the identity of the sea god?

Cattleya didn't dare to have such thoughts at all. She looked at Alice nervously, fearing that her words would be misunderstood.

After listening to this, Alice realized the real reason why Cattleya didn't dare to ask, but she really couldn't answer this question in a normal way. After all, she couldn't honestly tell everyone that the Fool didn't know about this, right?

She is the only one who needs to take the amnesia script. As for Klein...it's best if he doesn't take the script for the time being.

After all, Klein really didn't lose his memory—at least it seemed that way at the moment.

Alice glanced at Klein, who was unable to provide her with any help, then silently retracted her gaze and said to Cattleya with a serious face:

"Because Mr. Fool is a fool."

"?" Cattleya had never hated having a mouth so much.

The Tarot Club fell into a deathly silence. No one dared to speak first. Only Mr. Fool shouted rather coldly:

"destiny."

Alice lowered her head.

So Klein didn't even look at her and said to the others:

"You guys go on."

Justice Audrey heard a hint of laughter in the voice. She realized that Mr. Fool was not really angry about this, so she became bolder and tried to ease the deadlock:

"'Fragment of Prophecy'... This doesn't sound like the name of a material. I really want to know what it is used for..."

Alice glanced at Audrey but didn't answer her question.

After "Moon" Emlyn once again proposed the request to find the remaining four believers of "Original Moon", the Tarot Club entered the free communication session.

The first person to speak in this session was "The Sun" Derrick:

"I have become 'notary public'."

He was like that kid who went home and reported to his parents after finishing his homework... Alice looked at "The Sun" Derrick, then at "The Hanged Man" Alger, and shook her head.

We don't need to be told this… "The Hanged Man" Alger had the urge to cover his face, but he still responded calmly:

"Although the Notary will gain a great physical enhancement, it is still more of a supporting role. The ability to notarize something valid can be temporarily enhanced, while the ability to notarize something invalid will be weakened or forcibly dispelled. At the same time, the Notary is also good at making contracts. Once he signs and approves it, a Sequence 5 cannot violate it. Even if a Sequence 4 demigod wants to forcibly violate the contract, he will have to pay a heavy price..."

"To be honest... I don't think he can be as good as me as a support player," Alice rolled her eyes. "But you know a lot about the 'Sun' path... Um, is it because of the Church of Storms and the Church of the Sun? Because..."

She paused and swallowed the idea of ​​sharing the "Ancient Sun God".

She has exposed my origins... although it seems that this is no longer a secret. Alger paused and did not respond to the first half of Alice's sentence. He only explained the second half:

"As a member of the Church of the Storm, it is fundamental to understand the strengths and weaknesses of the 'Sun' path.

"By the way, you'd better pick a magical item that is good at controlling the target. If you don't have one, choose one with strong attack power. This will help make up for your shortcomings."

"Thank you, Mr. 'The Hanged Man'." "The Sun" Derrick thanked him sincerely.

In his heart, in the entire Tarot Club, the greatest and most respected person is Mr. Fool, the most admired and desired person is Mr. World, and the most reliable, kindest and best-hearted person is undoubtedly the wise Mr. Hanged Man.

At this time, Emlyn the Moon thought in his heart:

This guy has actually caught up to my level. No, I can't let him overtake me. I have to complete the hunt as soon as possible and get the reward!

He thought for a few seconds, obtained Mr. Fool's consent, and manifested the slender "moon puppet" that was like a wooden stake:

"Ladies and gentlemen, does anyone know what it is?"

He knew that Mr. Fool must have the answer, but he did not have anything that could be used to exchange with this great being, so he could only see if other members of the Tarot Club had some understanding of this.

The Hermit Cattleya lived up to everyone's expectations this time. She carefully examined it for a few times, then slowly frowned and said:

"This should be 'Moon Messenger'.

"It is an extraordinary item made by the followers of the 'Original Moon' through a bloody ritual lasting hundreds of years. It is said that it has been infused with divine power, and each one possesses unimaginable horror.

"Where did you get it? It's very dangerous, it's best to hand it over to the upper echelons of your blood clan."

It sounds like a very powerful thing... Could it be that he is not as useless as he looks? Alice glanced at Emlyn the Moon thoughtfully.

Emlyn changed his sitting position and said, "Hey."

"I encountered him while hunting that 'Original Moon' follower.

"She is dead, and I am alive."

He's showing off... Alice looked at Emlyn the Moon in surprise and asked curiously:

"So you defeated her?"

The Hermit Cattleya was stunned for a moment, and deliberately asked without disguising:

"How did you do it?

"Did the upper echelons of your blood clan provide help?"

Help... Alice looked at Klein as if she remembered something.

Emlyn the Moon opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to start. He then realized that this topic was not suitable for in-depth discussion.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and glanced at the head of the long bronze table. "I asked Mr. Fool for help."

As expected... Alice shook her head and retracted her high opinion of Emlyn the Moon.

Asked Mr. Fool for help? Is this even possible? Cattleya, the Hermit, was stunned.

Of course, she had never doubted Mr. Fool's character or strength. What surprised her about the Moon's words was that Mr. Fool could actually provide effective and substantial help to the Tarot Club members, rather than just teaching them knowledge or simply recruiting them.

On the one hand, this means that I can also directly ask Mr. Fool for help in a critical moment... This is more exaggerated than any ritual... On the other hand, it vaguely reveals that Mr. Fool's recovery process is faster than I thought... Many thoughts flashed through Cattleya's mind in an instant.

Audrey "Justice", Derrick "The Sun" and the others were not surprised by this. They had all prayed for Mr. Fool's help to some extent and had seen the angel under Mr. Fool's seat - of course, not Miss Destiny.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Emlyn the Moon shrank his head, raised his chin and said,

"I paid for it.

"This is an equal exchange!"

Equivalent exchange... the immediate response and effective feedback from a great being is simply priceless! Just like Miss Fate...

The Hermit Cattleya couldn't help but refute the Moon Emlyn's words in her heart, and then she subconsciously turned her head to look at Alice.

Alice obviously disagreed with this statement. She glanced at Emlyn the Moon and said abruptly:

"To be honest, I had the same expression and tone as you do now when I felt guilty.

"It seems that you should understand in your heart… Even if I assume that you really provided a reasonable reward for Mr. Fool to help you, you did not provide a reward for Mr. Fool to agree to the transaction.

"Oh, by the way, I think Mr. Fool is willing to listen to your request, so you should also provide a reward…"

...Are all gods like this?

Klein secretly glanced at Alice in the gray fog, trying to compare her words with everything he knew.

Alas, this feeling is like asking someone to do something for you. Regardless of whether they agree or not, you have to pay them first, and you have to be nice...

Am I usually too rude to her?

Klein seriously reflected on his actions.

As expected... "Hermit" Cattleya withdrew her gaze.

Emlyn the Moon opened her mouth wider as Alice continued to tell her story. Her expression showed that she was shocked. Alice stopped telling her story and asked with a frown:

"Do you think it's normal for Mr. Fool to respond to your requests all the time?"

Indeed, among the gods I am familiar with, none would respond to believers so frequently... Well, the only ones I am familiar with are actually the three official churches of Loen.

"Justice" Audrey silently withdrew her gaze.

Emlyn the Moon did not dare to continue talking about this issue. He thought of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan. This did not sound normal.

But, if that's the case, why does Mr. Fool answer prayers so frequently?

Emlyn the Moon suddenly had an idea and thought of this key question. He blurted out what he was thinking to Alice:

"In that case, why does Mr. Fool respond to prayers so frequently?"

The Hanged Man Alger and the Hermit Cattleya looked at the Moon Emlyn in surprise.

It's not that they haven't thought about this question, but no one is foolish enough to ask it, because a great being is willing to respond to prayers in this way, which can only benefit them, the "believers", and not harm them.

Unless this great being responded to their prayers for them... No, it was impossible. Judging from Mr. Fool's past performance, it would not be difficult for him to kill them. Besides, there was a Miss Destiny outside...

Could it be that this being prefers to play with them?

This, this is hard to say...

The Hermit Cattleya forced herself to suppress the urge to look at Alice, but the Hanged Man Alger did not hold back. He looked at Alice, waiting for her answer.

Alice didn't notice any of this. She just looked at Emlyn the Moon and replied with a smile,

"Mr. Fool is happy to do this. What does it have to do with you?

" "Why, do you still want to teach Mr. Fool how to become a qualified god?"

This answer is really in line with Miss Destiny's style... "The Hanged Man" Alger silently withdrew his gaze.

Emlyn was choked by this answer. He was a little unconvinced. At this moment, he had forgotten what the core of the topic was in the first place. He only argued for the sake of victory:

"Then since this is what Mr. Fool was planning to do anyway, why should I pay for it?"

Snap, snap, snap.

Amid the applause, Alice leaned back in her chair leisurely, raised her lips and smiled:

"What a courageous answer... You know, I only met a brave guy like you two days ago.

"I gave her a gift... Do you want one too?" (End of this chapter)

62 Choice and Test

Gift...?

Emlyn briefly came to his senses. He intuitively didn't really want this gift, so he refused it:

"Well, actually, I don't really have the courage..."

Alice didn't say anything. She leaned back in her chair and looked at him with a smile, as if waiting for him to finish speaking.

Emlyn was not unfamiliar with this smile, because Alice usually smiled like this when she mentioned her "best friend" Amon and Will Auceptin.

This was obviously not a friendly smile, so Emlyn tensed his muscles and thought in his mind.

But he wasn't too nervous. After all, he could still think normally. If either Cattleya or Alger were stared at like this by Alice, they would probably be terrified. This could be seen from their sympathetic eyes.

This was normal, because Emlyn was different from everyone else present. He thought he was the savior of the vampires. In other words, he thought he was the protagonist.

——He is not humble even to fools.

Alice wasn't someone who could always remind people that she was an angel. If she didn't instill fear in other people's hearts, and on the premise that she didn't really lose her temper without restraint, everyone's way of interacting with her would probably be similar to that of Klein and her—either being pissed off by her or pissing her off to death in advance.

Just like Emlyn now.

——The power gained from hearing about someone is not as powerful as seeing it with one's own eyes. Emlyn is not the kind of person who likes to go out and listen to gossip. His understanding of Alice is limited to the Tarot Club.

After a few rounds of inspection, Audrey's gaze fell on Alice. She figured it out and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

She realized that Emlyn the Moon's actions were probably not out of courage, but rather the result of ignorance and impulse.

This is really... Audrey looked at Alice, and after considering for a moment, she still didn't speak.

Mr. Fool is here. He won't let Miss Fate go too far. Besides, it's time for Mr. Moon to learn a lesson...

Emlyn thought for a long time and finally thought of what he wanted to say. Just as he was about to speak, Alice, who had almost lost her patience, interrupted him:

"I will give you a gift you will never forget. I promise."

Under Alice's gaze, Emlyn couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Alice didn't say anything else. The Tarot Club ended with Mulin fidgeting. After the others disappeared, Klein skillfully shortened the table, handed her the three pages of the diary, and said to her,

"You...well, you, uh, Alice, I know you've tried very hard, but try not to..."

His voice gradually died down under Alice's strange gaze. Finally, Alice couldn't help but ask him:

"Can you tell me what you thought or saw?"

Klein was a little embarrassed. He pointed to the three pages of the diary in Alice's hand and explained,

"Emperor Roselle wrote in it that after becoming an angel, one will become uncontrollably bloodthirsty, cruel, cold, and crazy. He will uncontrollably want to kill people and devour the Beyonder characteristics around him..."

Alice put her hand to her forehead.

She was not too unfamiliar with the symptoms that Crane described, but it did not seem entirely consistent with her - at least for now, she was not too interested in the extraordinary properties of other pathways.

But she felt like she understood a little bit about Klein's strange attitude just now. She sighed and said helplessly:

"I don't think Emperor Roselle and I are on the same page..."

"Why?" Klein asked puzzledly.

"Because of time," Alice sighed, "even though my memory is fuzzy and confusing, I can at least confirm one thing..."

She paused, looked up at Klein, took a deep breath, and then slowly replied:

"Judging from the events of the past, I first woke up in the Second Era, which is several thousand years ago.

"And as early as that time, I was no longer considered a human being. I seem to have come into contact with the 'Key of Light' before that...

"And I remember I seemed to have told you that the time when I truly 'traveled' was... probably when I was just in elementary school? As for the later period... ha, even what the world in my memory was like and what humans were like were all taught to me by the 'Key of Light'.

"Even if my divinity will gradually pollute my humanity after I become an angel, I should have a complete humanity before it can be polluted, right? Hmm, this statement doesn't seem quite right...

"Well, I should say that even if divinity can affect people's personality and cognition, making them cold and bloodthirsty, I should at least have my own personality and cognition first, right?

"How old is the child..."

She didn't say anything else, but Klein already understood her subtext - for a child of a few years old, personality, cognition, and so on are all unformed and incomplete.

For Emperor Roselle, his divinity would gradually taint him and he would become indifferent. But for Alice...

She could totally grow into an apathetic character.

Her situation did not seem as bad as what Emperor Roselle described in his diary. It was not that the divinity had no influence on her, but that the influence of the divinity often happened to be her own personality...

After realizing this, Klein felt a chill. He looked at Alice, exhaled slowly, and asked:

"…That's not a good thing, is it?"

"Not necessarily," said Alice, with a serious look. "Have you ever memorized a text before?"

What does this have to do with memorizing the text... He looked at Alice in confusion and asked, "What?"

Alice cleared her throat, switched to Chinese, and recited fluently:

"When Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on a man, it will first test his mind and will, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and increase his abilities."

After a pause, she smiled again in front of Klein's blank eyes,

"This just proves that I am the chosen one of the 'Destiny' path. Everything now is a test for me... Ouch, don't hit me!"

She hugged her head and dodged Klein's outstretched hand.

"I understand one thing now," Klein retracted his hand and looked at her expressionlessly, "I should not worry about you under any circumstances."

Alice stuck out her tongue and pretended she hadn't heard anything as she lowered her head to read the diary.

"September 11th. Ever since I became an angel, I have felt that my personality has split. In my heart, in my soul, in the depths of my spirit, there is always a voice urging me, influencing me, creating uncontrollable indifference, bloodthirstiness, cruelty and madness.

"This does not come from the outside world, nor is it the influence of the gods on my own path. I can clearly feel that it comes from genes, from the collective subconscious inherited from generation to generation by humans, and from the extraordinary characteristics themselves, rather than the residual spiritual influence on them.

"It gave me a strong desire to hunt and kill. I wanted to devour all the creatures around me that had extraordinary characteristics. This forced me to spend most of my energy fighting it. Even though I was acting and digesting potions, I didn't see any improvement.

"No wonder Mr. Door said that sanity is temporary and madness is eternal."

"September 28th. I haven't written a diary for a long time. In the past half month, I seemed to be watching myself being replaced by strangers little by little, becoming colder and more ruthless. Even my daughter Bernadette could only give me a small amount of fatherly love, very little.

"Just when I was about to go crazy, I seemed to hear countless praises. They were my subjects, all the people who benefited from my reforms, and the believers who regarded me as the 'Son of Steam'. They were praising me, singing praises to me, erecting statues for me, writing stories for me, and creating poems for me.

"Their voices were like an anchor for a ship, helping me to 'position' myself.

"I began to be able to fight against that desire and that cry from the heart, and little by little I came out of it and was able to have normal emotions as a father, a husband, and a man.

"It's just Sequence 2, but there are such changes. When it reaches Sequence 0, the level of True God, how terrifying will the madness be that they have to fight against?

" "Perhaps they also need 'positioning' to fight against the Beyonder characteristics and the strong tendency to lose control hidden deep in the collective subconscious.

"I have a rough idea of ​​why they established the church, why they spread faith, why they wrote chapters for the saints of their own faction, and why they left legends for the corresponding angels...

"But why don't they have human forms but are just symbols?

"I don't understand.

"Next time, ask Mr. Men. He knows a lot about the realm of gods. If he had not been exiled, there might be one more god."

"September 29th. Rereading yesterday's diary, I remembered the rituals corresponding to my Sequence 4, Sequence 3, and Sequence 2. They all clearly have crazy and cruel connotations, like the kind that only villains in novels would perform.

"The sequential path is likely a path destined to madness and despair.

"And this is the only way for humans to gain extraordinary powers.

"It's so funny, so ironic.

"We work hard to save ourselves, only to destroy ourselves better and more completely?"

Alice put down the first page of the diary with mixed feelings.

Klein's question had made her guess the contents of the first half of the first page of the diary, so she wasn't too surprised to see that.

As for Emperor Roselle's thoughts on the content of the ceremony... To be honest, the ritual of the "Destiny" path has a unique charlatan style and has little to do with cruelty.

She was indeed somewhat confused as to why the seven gods all adopted symbols at the same time, but compared to what she had seen in those random online novels, this was actually not that difficult to imagine - it was nothing more than a topic such as the impressions of believers would also affect the gods.

But the last few words from Emperor Roselle made Alice feel a little melancholy.

After all, relying on fate is the only way I can fight against fate now... Alice sighed and decided to make Klein angry.

"Klein," she raised her head with a serious face, "Do you know that water is actually poisonous?"

"...?" Klein looked at her as if she were crazy.

Klein's first reaction was actually water poisoning caused by drinking too much water after strenuous exercise. After thinking about it carefully, he thought that Alice should not be at this level, so he did not speak and waited for Alice to speak next.

Alice said to Klein with a serious expression:

"According to statistics, everyone who drank the water died, no one... Ouch!"

She covered her head and glared at Klein.

Klein retracted the hand he had used to hit her head, shook his head, and said to Alice,

"If you want to use water to illustrate Beyonder characteristics, I don't think it's appropriate."

"Then what should I use?" Alice asked humbly.

"Oxygen," Klein replied, "But this is not entirely appropriate, because for most people, even if they don't become Beyonders, they won't die... I just want to say that for us, Beyonder characteristics may be like oxygen."

Alice looked at Klein in surprise. Even she had to agree that this metaphor was quite reasonable. It was difficult for her to find a more appropriate metaphor.

So Alice lowered her head and opened the second page of the diary.

The first half of the second page of the diary was a discussion about the problem of "accommodating" uniqueness. Alice read it patiently and found that Mr. "Gate" did not say in the end which Angel Kings accommodated uniqueness and which Angel Kings only had extraordinary characteristics.

"He's still trying to gain favor with me…" She muttered, "He's hiding the news like this, so he's lucky he's not being hated, right? Could it be that Emperor Roselle has really gained enough favor from him and released him?"

"Not really," Crane replied, "He just decided to go to the moon to have a baby."

"Huh?" Alice's eyes widened. "He really went?"

"I've just decided to go now." Klein pointed to the diary in her hand.

Alice swallowed and continued reading.

He found Emperor Roselle's decision to go to the moon in the last paragraph. The good news was that Emperor Roselle was still wary and thought that Mr. "Door" might be tempting him.

However, Alice thought this was meaningless. She exhaled, looked up at the dome of the palace, shook her head and said,

"I hope there is a delivery room on the moon."

Klein remained silent about this. He curiously asked Alice another question:

"If according to what Emperor Roselle said, Amon and Adam can be equivalent to the uniqueness of taking the Sequence 1 potion in a sense, then can you also..."

Alice knew what he wanted to ask. She had thought about this question a long time ago, so she shook her head in preparation.

"It's theoretically possible, but in reality... don't forget that the three copies of Sequence 1 characteristics of the 'Destiny' pathway all have owners."

After a pause, Alice added:

"Besides, I think whether it is possible or not is not the most important thing. What is important is what kind of potion fate wants me to drink." (End of this chapter)

63 Process

Klein didn't say anything for a while, so Alice licked her lips, looked around, and asked curiously,

"Can I turn something edible into something from this?"

Under Klein's expressionless gaze, Alice lowered her head silently and turned to the third page of the diary.

"On November 28th, I dreamt of Green again.

"He was the smartest one among my subordinates. Unfortunately, he was infected by an unknown virus while exploring that nameless island and died in the foggy sea. He didn't even leave his child behind.

"At that time, I knew that the nameless island was hiding secrets and unimaginable dangers, but I was not strong enough, so I could only endure it.

"This dream should be my spirit reminding me that I can explore the island, master its secrets, and put an end to the Green affair once and for all."

"On November 29th, I gathered three of my subordinates, and with the help of Benjamin Abraham and a period of searching, we finally found the nameless island again.

"Instead of going straight in, we decided to take a day off before going to the fringe.

Edwards said he often dreams about Greene and feels guilty for not being able to save him.

"'This is not your fault, this is my problem,' I said to Edwards, because I was their leader."

"On November 30, we penetrated deep into the island.

"Here there exist a large number of extraordinary creatures that are said to be extinct. They gather together without fighting, as if worshiping something.

"Such a group of extraordinary creatures with little intelligence seem to be holding some kind of ceremony!

"Are they praying to an unknown god?

"During the ceremony, I saw Green..."

"Extinct extraordinary creatures and dead people..." Alice frowned thoughtfully, "Resurrection? No, that doesn't sound right. It's better to say that they are contaminated than resurrected. We usually call this "not being able to rest in peace after death..."

Klein understood Alice's thoughts from her mumblings and asked her,

"Do you think those extinct extraordinary creatures and the resurrected Grimm are the same thing?"

Alice nodded and said:

"After all, before they become extinct extraordinary creatures, they are first dead extraordinary creatures, right?"

Klein nodded in agreement. He had no objection to this. Perhaps it was difficult to draw more conclusions from the few clues. He then asked,

"What are you going to do to Emlyn?"

"Ah..." Alice reached out and patted her head, "To be honest, I haven't really thought about it."

Klein gave up communicating with her and said in a tough tone, "...You know what I'm going to say, right?"

It was just a few words. Alice knew the answer. She curled her lips and said unhappily:

"I know. I won't let your Tarot Club lose a member for no reason. Don't worry, Mr. Fool."

This didn't sound like a nice thing to say. Klein didn't feel relieved by this, but he knew that when Alice played, she would at least be careful not to kill anyone. As for other things... Alice probably didn't bother to care.

Forget it. I can't expect too much from her. I'll just pay more attention to her later. If it doesn't work, I'll bring her back to "reboot" and let Miss Justice provide psychological treatment... Klein sighed and finally reminded:

"You won't let this involve the vampires, right?"

Alice knew the seriousness of this, so she nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't give you away!"

I don't think that's what I meant… Klein looked at her helplessly and pointed out the key to the problem:

"What does it matter whether you confess or not? Many people know that you are my angel. Even if you don't say anything, others will think that I asked you to do it, or at least I acquiesced."

Alice frowned and thought. During her silence, Klein asked again,

"What about that material you mentioned, that 'fragment of prophecy'?"

Alice was not too surprised that Klein asked this question. She spread her hands and explained the main purpose of this material:

"The full name should be 'All Fragments of a Broken Prophecy'. This is... This is the auxiliary material for my 'Chaos Walker' potion.

"Although I always have a fear that I will swallow the extraordinary characteristics of a 'prophet' now."

Klein did not comment on Alice's speculation. He had no knowledge of rhetoric in this regard. He just frowned and said to Alice,

"To be honest, the name of this material sounds just like your promotion ceremony. It's confusing and incomprehensible."

"Really?" Alice looked at Klein with anger in her eyes. "I don't even know what it's talking about!"

Indeed, Klein agreed with Alice on this point. He patted Alice soothingly and said to her,

"Maybe this isn't your problem. When I get my Sequence 4 potion formula, I might complain about the weird rituals and ingredients like you."

Alice looked at him with resentment and sighed again,

"I'm just afraid of another outcome..."

"What?" Klein asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid…" Alice recalled the Chaos Walker's promotion ceremony with an inexplicable look on her face. "I'm afraid you'll find out that your ceremony is designed specifically for you… or rather, this extraordinary path is designed specifically for you."

She paused, her eyes passed Klein and fell on the rolling gray fog in the distance, and she murmured in a low voice:

"Tell me, if that's the case, was I born for the Extraordinary Path, or was the Extraordinary Path born for me?"

This is indeed a terrifying idea. Klein took a breath and said with a wry smile, "It seems that you have a better talent for telling horror stories than the Emperor."

"Of course." Alice immediately became proud and even puffed out her chest.

This made Klein inexplicably want to laugh. He reached out and touched Alice's golden head, then cut off her network cable as she stared at him angrily.

After being touched on the head, Alice returned to the real world, jumped up angrily, stamped her feet, and sat back down.

"Maybe I should go get the white sail I ordered..." She muttered, glancing at the sun outside the window.

…

Alan took the opportunity to check on Selina's ward to visit his wife Wilma.

He walked to the outside of the ward and was about to push the door open when he heard Selina's voice coming from inside:

"...If you are worried about the condition of the baby in your belly, maybe you can seek peace of mind through divination? But, unfortunately, my magic mirror divination has never been successful... No, it actually succeeded once, but..."

Divination...?

Alan paused. He did not immediately go in to interrupt the conversation, but continued to listen outside the door.

But Selina's voice was still interrupted. Wilma inside the door made a slight "hiss", which made Alan couldn't help but step in immediately.

Selina shut her mouth wisely and didn't say anything more. Allen walked over to Velma and asked with concern,

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Velma shook her head and touched her abdomen, "It's just that the child kicked me."

Alan was worried, so he helped Velma lie down. After seeing that Velma looked normal, he started his work and asked about Selina's recovery. As for the interrupted conversation just now - of course he couldn't hear it.

…

Backlund, in a certain station of the Aurora Society.

Ouroboros put down the paintbrush in his hand, took a few steps back, and looked calmly at the newly completed painting on the wall.

The picture is all white, and from the layout you can see a bed and a woman who looks weak but happy on the bed.

There were a few people standing nearby, holding a silver baby in their arms. Ouroboros's sights were fixed on the baby.

"Will Auceptin..." He repeated, a hint of doubt flashing across his eyes.

…

Alice successfully got the white sail.

She was satisfied to see that on the two pieces of white cloth on the wooden stick, one had "Iron Mouth and Straight Forward Judgment" embroidered in black thread, and the other had "Avoiding Disasters and Relieving Misfortunes" embroidered in black thread.

Take this and find a suitable overpass, and she will be a qualified fortune teller.

No, I also need a piece of cloth to cover my eyes... Alice shook the stick in her hand and thought of this again.

It wasn't difficult, but when she did it, she remembered the first meal she had with Klein. She had covered her eyes with a piece of cloth, and she realized that eating with a blindfold was not a good idea.

Alice chose to cover her eyes with a white cloth. She rolled her eyes inside the cloth and immediately came up with a good idea.

She walked out of the house openly holding the white sail, and walked into a restaurant on the street at random under people's strange gazes.

Under the curious gaze of the customers in the store, Alice did not bump into any table the whole time. She walked accurately to a table near the inside, placed the white sail next to the table, and then reached out and picked up the menu on the table.

A professionally trained waiter quickly came to her side, holding a pen and a notebook, and leaned over to ask:

"What would you like to eat?"

Alice pretended to look at the menu. She patiently flipped through the menu from the first page to the last page, but she didn't hear any laughter. So she put the menu down in surprise, turned her head, and looked the waiter in the eye. She asked curiously,

"Why aren't you laughing?"

"It is very rude to laugh at guests, miss," the waiter replied.

So Alice withdrew her gaze in boredom, opened the menu again, pointed out and read out the food she wanted one by one. She felt a hint of obvious surprise in the waiter's eyes, and then she was satisfied.

Alice, in a good mood, put down the menu, leaned back in her chair, turned her head and said to the waiter:

"Maybe I should give you a gift... a piece of luck, or... well, maybe I can do a divination for you?"

She instinctively felt that she should say something like "tell a fortune", but after a little thought, Alice realized that there might be no synonym for this thing in Loenese. If she had to say it, the synonym might be "perform a divination".

So she had no choice but to say so. The waiter did not laugh at her, nor did he agree with her. He just shook his head and said:

"Miss, I have work to do."

Then he put away his notebook and prepared to leave Alice's desk.

Alice was quite dissatisfied when she realized this. She said to the waiter with anger of being distrusted:

"Good, now it's doom."

The waiter didn't take it seriously and turned away.

The person who served Alice the food was not the same waiter. He seemed to be only responsible for taking orders. While Alice was waiting, he completed the orders of several tables of guests and nothing unusual happened.

But Alice was not in a hurry. She cut a piece of black pepper steak, took a sip of apple juice, and enjoyed her food slowly.

When the meal was almost over, another table of guests walked in. The waiter still went forward to greet them and prepared to take orders as usual.

The guest seemed to be making things difficult for her. Alice heard him recite almost all the dishes on the menu at a very fast speed. The waiter was frantically writing down the dishes. After writing for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak out:

"Could you please repeat that?"

Alice pricked up her ears.

The guests at that table were really rude and scolded the waiter loudly for this, but what could he do? This was his job.

The waiter could only lower his head and swallow his anger. When the customer kindly repeated his order, he quickly picked up his notes and wrote it down.

After repeating this several times, the plot became a bit boring. Alice was ready to eat faster and finish the meal quickly. She didn't want to continue watching the waiter being scolded. At this time, the words of the guests at the table also announced the end of the story:

"Have you memorized it?"

The waiter nodded hurriedly to indicate that he had made note of it. Alice stuffed the last piece of steak into her mouth without interest, and picked up the apple juice, ready to drink it all in one gulp.

Then she heard the key to the whole story:

"I don't want any of that."

"Poof!" Alice spat the steak into the juice cup.

With mixed feelings, she tore off the white cloth on her face and looked at the guests at that table, including the waiter.

The waiter looked incredulous. Then, as if he remembered something, he looked in Alice's direction and happened to meet Alice's unconcealed smile.

Alice looked at him calmly. She winked at the waiter, waved her hand, and shouted,

"Check out!"

The clear voice was very conspicuous even in the noisy restaurant. Someone immediately noticed this side and came over to pay the bill and clean the table, just blocking the waiter's sight.

After paying the bill, Alice stood up with her things in her hand. She glanced at the white sail in her hand and said to herself,

"Which bridge should I go to..."

This was a question that she didn't intend to get an answer from anyone. Alice simply shifted her gaze slightly and searched for her target spiritually.

——Of course, this kind of question should be decided by divination. (End of this chapter)