Alice entered the church as straight as possible and sat down to pray quietly. After a while, she opened her eyes and turned to the person beside her and said, "If you keep looking at me like this, I'll think you like my skirt." After all, you seemed to have shown your intention to wear women's clothes before... Alice endured it again and again, but still didn't say this teasing. Leonard was silent for a while, looked at Alice and declared, "I don't have such an idea." "Does your friend have such an idea?" Alice looked at him in confusion. This familiar word made Leonard dazed for a moment, and his eyes became a little heavy. Alice was shocked and realized that she seemed to have inadvertently reproduced a scene in the past. In order to prevent the situation from going further in the direction of exposing her identity, Alice took the initiative to change the topic: "What do you want to ask?" Leonard frowned and looked at the monocle pinned on her clothes, and uttered a name: "Amon." Alice stared at him for two seconds, suddenly laughed, stretched out her hand to put the monocle on her right eye, and asked in Amon's joking tone: "Is it you who wants to ask, or your friend who wants to ask?" Leonard was silent for a while, then he said: "He said you didn't act like him at all."
Alice's eyes widened. eyes, she almost subconsciously wanted to question, then remembered that she was in the church, and asked in a low voice: "What's different!" After a while of silence, Alice heard the answer that made her even more excited: "He said Amon is not that weak, nor that stupid." Alice's smile disappeared, and after staring at Leonard for a while, her smile suddenly became bright again: "What do you think about me giving the guy attached to you to Amon as a return gift? "If I guess correctly, it should be an angel from the 'thief' path, right? " The atmosphere suddenly froze. Leonard and his friend who did not want to reveal his name stopped talking. Alice took off her glasses and stood up to leave the church. After walking out of the church door, Alice murmured: "Oh, I walked too fast. I should ask what kind of return gift Amon might like..." -After all, I can't really sell Leonard. Alice sighed and thought about this painful question while walking home. Amon... thief... error... error! Alice patted her head and remembered something: "I remember that 'error' comes from the English word 'bug'... How about giving Amon a 3,500-word..." While talking to herself, Alice searched for the words she remembered in her mind, and was surprised to find that she only remembered the first word in the word book - abandon. Alice sighed and rejected this choice: "Sure enough, I started memorizing words from abandon... This won't work, let's change it, what should I change it to... "Why not consider his father's side... uh... Amon's father... uh... Didn't Song Shu say that Amon had nine fathers in total..." Alice briefly regretted not asking which nine fathers they were, but she quickly interrupted her dangerous idea - she was sure that doing so would definitely really anger Amon. ... So what should I give? Alice returned home in pain and continued to struggle with the return gift for Amon. This time it was not because it was impolite not to give a return gift, but... Amon came to tell her that she could use the sacrificial ceremony to give something, and if she didn't give it, he would come to her door!
After lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling for half an hour, Alice suddenly sat up and decided to do something to change her mood. Alice went into the study and found the copy of "The Taste of Witch is Really Good" that she didn't come out. She copied five more copies, left the original copy as a draft, and went out with the remaining five copies. Stepping into the Brave Bar, Alice saw the familiar bartender, who was wiping the cup. After Alice knocked on the bar twice, he looked up and showed a little surprised. "I'm looking for Caspar." Alice said to him. The bartender's eyes were even more surprised, and he said in surprise: "Caspar is dead." Alice's eyes widened in surprise. The bartender took a look at Alice's expression and then added: "It is said that she was not obedient when she slept at night, wrapped herself too tightly, and suffocated herself to death... I don't believe that such a thing would happen. I have only heard of similar situations in ghost stories, but those black and white dogs said so. "This happened a long time ago. " Alice took a deep breath and immediately realized that Caspar was most likely an ordinary person who was involved in the struggle of the extraordinary people and was accidentally injured. No, it could also be to vent anger... Alice's eyes darkened, thinking of the coachman and ice cream vendor who were accidentally injured when she first met Wilma who was pregnant with Will Auceptin, the gambler who was in a state of disarray in the casino that day, the happy Warren, and the unlucky passerby yesterday. In fact, there is also... the ice cream vendor who was parasitized by Amon... In front of the extraordinary people, the lives of ordinary people are as fragile as paper. Inexplicable emotions struggled in Alice's heart, but they fell again before Alice could figure out what it was. Alice blinked blankly, feeling a little empty in her heart. She shook her head, ignoring the discomfort, pursed her lips and asked: "So, are there any new merchants?" "'Old man,'" the bartender lowered his head and continued to wipe the wine glass without getting a response, "It's in billiard room number three." So Alice walked to billiard room number three and knocked on the half-open door. "Come in." A deliberately low voice sounded. This voice doesn't sound like an "old man" at all... Alice muttered as she pushed the door open. Standing next to the billiard table was a young boy. Alice doubted whether he was older than her. In order to look mature, the boy had two mustaches on his mouth, but the skin of a teenager exposed him. The boy was wearing an old coat, a brown round hat, and a pair of bright red eyes, which made Alice subconsciously think of Mr. "Moon" at the Tarot Club, the vampire who looked a little silly. "'Old man'?" Alice closed the door with her backhand and asked in a questioning tone. The boy pretended to be calm and said: "What do you want to buy? "Weapons or intelligence are fine. " To be honest, his acting skills are much more mature than Alice's. After all, he is a child who has been hanging out on the streets for many years. However, Alice has always been sensitive to other people's emotions, and her words just now successfully made the child nervous. Alice stared at the boy and pondered for a moment before asking: "Information. "I want to know if you are older than me?" (End of this chapter)