The atmosphere that had just been relaxed for a short time suddenly became cold again. Amon looked at Alice with a dangerous look, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. ——Maybe he laughed out of anger. "Alice," He called out slowly, "It's a pity that you didn't become the 'provocateur'." Alice looked at Amon, and after a moment's silence, she couldn't help but ask: "Why didn't you hit me?" Amon widened his eyes in confusion, but saw that Alice had covered her mouth with her hands, and then felt that something was wrong, so she hugged her head and screamed: "I didn't mean it!" Amon was silent for a moment, frowned and asked: "...Did I force you to speak?" "No," Alice put down her hands, raised her head and said with a very serious expression and tone, "In fact, my mouth has its own consciousness." "...Okay," Amon reluctantly believed this obviously nonsense, and smiled, "Alice, what kind of death do you prefer?"
"Ah?" Alice blinked blankly. Amon leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, and said with a smile: "While I'm in a good mood now, you can pick one you like." Alice thought for a moment, took back the insulting words such as "Are you a m?", and asked a relatively neutral question with curiosity: "Why are you in a good mood after being scolded?" "...Alice," Amon called her with mixed feelings, "The key point of this sentence should be that I want to kill you." Alice nodded, and suddenly realized: "So you dare not kill me!" Amon fell into deep thought, and decided to learn Alice's strategy, frowning and asked: "Generally speaking, what would you do in the current situation?" Alice really reached out to hold her chin and thought seriously, and she quickly came to the conclusion: "I would ask the other party if he is sick." So Amon adopted this strategy: "Are you sick?" Alice held her chin and continued to think seriously, and she answered seriously: "I don't know, I haven't seen a doctor specifically, but I don't think I have any problems." Amon fell into deep thought again. Alice's eyes rolled, and she leaned forward slightly and asked, "So... Angel Shi, before you kill me, can you fulfill my last wish?" "What?" Amon asked doubtfully. Alice blinked and reminded, "Put chili sauce in the ice cream..." Amon looked at Alice, his eyes fell on the monocle on her right eye, and smiled, "Okay." Alice suddenly became happy, and then she thought of another question: "But where can we find the ice cream truck and chili sauce..." Alice didn't finish asking this question, because an ice cream truck appeared out of nowhere in the open space, making the living room lose extra space all of a sudden. Alice widened her eyes in amazement and exclaimed: "Wow, you have a backpack compartment!"
Although he heard a completely unfamiliar word, Amon still barely understood what Alice meant. He looked at Alice in confusion and asked: "Why do you think about problems in such a strange way every time?" After Alice pondered for a moment, she looked at the familiar ice cream truck and asked as if to confirm: "Did you steal this last time?" Amon nodded. So, Alice exclaimed for the second time: "Your backpack compartment can still keep fresh!" Amon was silent. Alice then said thoughtfully: "But, so the backpack compartments of your different clones are common..." "It can be," Amon replied indifferently, "Let me see where there is chili sauce..." Just when Alice was about to say that she would buy it, Amon really didn't know where to get a can of chili sauce. Alice stared at the can of chili sauce and asked hesitantly: "...Did you just steal it?" Amon nodded as a matter of course. Alice hesitated for a moment between morality and gold pounds, and chose to study the ice cream with chili sauce first. She had long forgotten the fear she had when she first saw Amon at home, and the fear and hatred when she was attacked by Amon, and looked at Amon with expectation. Amon did not disappoint Alice. After thinking for a moment, He made a very beautiful ice cream with chili sauce. After thinking for a moment about this veritable dark dish, Amon stretched out his hand to Alice who was standing next to him and asked, "Try it?" Alice stared at the ice cream for a few seconds, really stretched out her tongue, licked it, then took two steps back, covered her mouth and looked at Amon. Amon looked at Alice's expression with interest and asked, "How is it?" Alice put down her hand, showing a sad and angry expression, and answered in a painful tone: "I don't know. "I didn't taste it at all, I just know... "Spicy is a kind of pain." Such a vivid expression and tone successfully amused Amon. After confirming that this method is indeed a veritable dark cuisine, Alice bravely pulled Amon and asked: "If I tell you Will Auceptin's home address, can you take me directly to teleport there?" Amon didn't pay attention to Alice's actions, and looked at her thoughtfully and said, "Actually, I thought you would consider using a more human method to get there." "…Isn't this an adjective?" Alice explained while questioning, "Besides, riding in a carriage costs money!" Note ① "…" This was an unexpected but reasonable answer. Amon's mouth twitched suspiciously and he didn't pursue the topic any further. After knowing Will Auceptin's home address, Amon showed Alice what conceptual theft was, and successfully drew Alice's exclamation: "Wow!"
This time, Alice's fussing did not draw any response from Amon. He glanced at Alice and suddenly raised a bad smile, which made Alice subconsciously nervous. But nothing seemed to happen next - Alice thought so until she found that no one could notice her. Alice pondered for a moment and asked Amon, "If the person who was hit by this kind of unnoticed magic is unlucky, will he be killed by accident?" Amon didn't have time to answer this question, because the person Alice wanted to wait for came - Wilma, who was pregnant with Will Auceptin. "I want an ice cream." Wilma asked, who didn't seem to notice anything wrong. Alice stared at Wilma's belly, wondering if Will Auceptin didn't find anything wrong here. She didn't think for too long, because Amon, who had fulfilled her "last wish", looked at her with interest and asked: "You haven't said what kind of death you like."