Alice pulled out the spiritual materials from her body, hastily prepared a sacrificial ritual, and threw the invisible gold coin into it. As the sacrificial door closed, Alice finally breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to swallow a Sequence 5 Beyonder without a ritual and auxiliary materials. This kind of thing was enough once, really. No matter how Klein studied the Beyonder above the gray fog, after the most dangerous thing to her in this room disappeared, Alice looked at Charlie King's body and suddenly realized a problem. ... In other words, even if Charlie King committed suicide, it was strange for her to come here in the middle of the night, right? She wouldn't see the Nighthawk again in her dream, would she... After staring at the corpse and thinking for a while, Alice walked around the coffee table and began to search his body with the idea of "I'll talk about it later." Unfortunately, Alice only found one Beyonder item on Charlie King in the end - yes, that "get rich accessory". This accessory is in the shape of a brooch inlaid with emerald green gemstones. Charlie King wore it on his sleeve as a cufflink. Alice took it in her hand and looked at it for a few seconds, then decided to put it away and go back to study what the side effects of this thing are. Alice looked at the simple living room and thought seriously about whether to rummage through Charlie King's house. Thinking of the side effects of the "accessories for getting rich" mentioned by the other party, she decided to forget it.
...Wouldn't the money found in Charlie King's house be considered her fortune? Alice suddenly understood the terribleness of the "accessories for getting rich". In fact, the worst thing is not the side effects of the "accessories for getting rich", but its characteristics of action - it gives first and then takes the price. Just like fate to her. "So... should I pay the price first and then get the reward?" Alice's muttering was not responded to by anyone, and her original intention was not to get a response. She sighed for a long time, straightened Charlie King's body, and bowed to the other's body. Alice had a complicated feeling about Charlie King. She was angry at his offense, but also felt a subtle sense of sympathy for his experience. And in the end, the scene where Charlie King swallowed a bullet and committed suicide had a huge impact on her. In the end, Alice just sighed, and then began to dig out Charlie King's surplus value - she wanted the psychic potion formula! After folding the paper with the potion formula, Alice hesitated for a moment, picked up the cup of coffee she had put down and took a sip. Then she left here with a bitter face. She did not immediately look for the night coach, but walked quietly on the street in the early morning. "Thump, thump, thump." In the silent alley, only her footsteps echoed. Listening to the echo of her footsteps, Alice's thoughts drifted. She has obtained the main materials and potion formula of Sequence 5. Although the content of the ritual sounds a bit metaphysical, Alice believes that fate will not make things difficult for her in this regard. So... theoretically, as long as she collects the auxiliary materials, she can be promoted? Alice suddenly stumbled. She subconsciously held onto the wall and looked back—it turned out that she had accidentally stepped on a stone while she was distracted.
This is normal, right? If you walk in a daze, it is indeed easy to trip, especially at night. But Alice couldn't laugh. Everything around her was very calm, the night breeze still occasionally blew, the red moon still rose and fell, and occasionally a few birds could be heard. ——Everything seemed normal. Alice closed her eyes, and her vision suddenly became dark, but the premonition became clearer. ——It was as if there was a monster, quietly devouring everything in the darkness, approaching her, surrounding her, and then... eating her! Alice opened her eyes in horror, turned around and ran wildly. Her no longer calm footsteps sounded in alleys of all sizes, and finally, she stopped. Alice held onto the wall again and closed her eyes. The feeling of terror was gone. But Alice no longer had the courage and interest to continue walking late at night, and she quickly began to look for a carriage at night. Sitting in the carriage, listening to the regular sound of wheels and horse hooves, Alice finally calmed down. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall of the carriage. The coachman who came out to pick up passengers late at night might be bored, or he might be a little afraid of driving alone on an empty road. He began to find topics to chat with Alice: "Madam, why are you still out so late?" "I can't sleep at night, so I came out for a walk." Alice, who had just experienced a shock, didn't have much interest in chatting, and answered perfunctorily. "Really? Then your hobby is really special, just like mine." The coachman didn't sound hit by Alice's perfunctory response, and chuckled in response. Special? What can this era of lack of entertainment have? Alice raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are your hobbies?" "I often play cards with myself to kill time," the coachman replied, "It's the game that has been popular recently, 'Fighting Evil', you know it?" "Recently..." Alice blinked blankly, thinking about the age difference between Emperor Roselle and herself, and fell into deep thought, "It's not very close, right?" The coachman didn't speak. Alice frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't remember what it was. She thought for a while and asked again: "Why do you want to play cards with yourself? Can't you play with others?" "I live in a remote place, rarely see people - besides, no one is willing to play cards with me." The coachman still smiled and answered. No wonder... Alice nodded thoughtfully, feeling that she understood everything, and then she asked curiously: "It stands to reason that there are more people during the day? Why do you want to pull a carriage at this time?" "Of course it's to meet ladies and gentlemen with unique hobbies like you." The other party said with a smile. "...So, this is purely a personal hobby, not for making money?" Alice asked curiously. "Yes." The coachman replied. Alice was silent for a moment, silently chanting "Respect and Blessings" and said, "Then... your hobby is quite special." The coachman chuckled, stopped the carriage, and said to her, "We're here."
"So soon?!" Alice jumped off the carriage in surprise, and said in surprise when she found that she had indeed arrived. "I'm also sorry that we had such a short chat time," the coachman smiled and rubbed his right eye socket, "but I think we will meet again." A faint sense of disharmony spread in Alice's heart. After looking at the coachman for a few seconds, she frowned and paid the bill and left. Behind her, the coachman looked at her back, took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.
