The two minors looked at each other, lost in thought. After a while, the boy took the lead and said, "This is not for sale." Alice looked at the boy's calm expression and thought that she still needed to learn more in this area. She nodded seriously, and then asked, "Can you help me sell something?" The boy suddenly frowned and asked, "Contraband?" "No," Alice pulled out the five pages of the diary she copied, "These are Russell's notes." The boy did not feel relieved because of this. He frowned even more tightly and firmly refused: "No." Alice stared at him and asked thoughtfully: "Were you frightened by Caspars' death?" The boy stared at Alice closely and said nothing. "Have you ever thought about it?" Alice reached out and flicked the five pages of the diary in her hand, causing the papers to collide with each other and make a sound. "Maybe if you agree, someone will let you cover yourself up in the quilt in the middle of the night, but if you don't agree, , you will fall on the club and be stabbed through by the club?" The boy glanced at the eyeball, shuddered, and gritted his teeth and said, "At least I should know what kind of risks I need to take." "Generally speaking, there is no risk, unless you are unlucky and encounter a psycho." Alice shrugged.
"?" The boy looked at Alice with disbelief. Alice glanced at him and asked in surprise: "You won't take what I said to scare you seriously, will you?" The boy's eyes widened, and his peripheral vision unconsciously drifted towards the cue stick standing on the edge of the table. Alice also followed his peripheral vision and murmured: "But, if you put it this way...falling onto a club and being driven through it does seem to be a pretty interesting way to die... "However, it's not fun enough to be alone. It's better to wear a bunch of people together. It's more interesting..." The boy who called himself "Old Man" looked at the girl in front of him, who was not much older than him, and suddenly felt a heartfelt fear. This was much scarier than when Alice threatened him. For the first time, the "old man" realized that the scariest thing is not being threatened, but the other person calmly discussing with you what kind of death method is more interesting. He had no doubt that if the situation was different, there would even be a snack in front of them, and the girl in front of him could definitely say what he just said while eating the snack. She seemed to actually think it was something interesting. Realizing this, the "old man" didn't dare to think about it anymore, and interrupted Alice with a trembling voice: "I promise you!" Alice looked at him quizzically, wondering where in the world she had scared him. I can't think of it...forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Alice reflected carefully and did not realize that there was anything wrong with her behavior, so she nodded happily and said: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. "If you look carefully, you will find that these are all on the same page. I just want to spread this page." Alice handed over the diary in her hand. After hesitating for a few seconds, the "old man" took it and looked at it. "Why did you spread this page?" he asked doubtfully. "Because this page records the most proud deeds in Emperor Russell's life." Alice said with a serious face.
"Ah?" The "old man" looked appropriately confused on his face. "You don't have to worry about it," Alice shrugged. "It doesn't have to be too expensive, and it doesn't have to be too cheap to make people think it's worthless... Well, in short, you just have to look at the pricing." The "old man" was silent for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is ten pounds a page okay?" "I don't know," Alice shrugged, "I didn't buy it." The "old man" fell into deep thought. "You... uh, what should I call you?" Alice wanted to call the boy, looked at the other person's face, swallowed the "old man" on her lips, and asked instead, "Look at you It’s too weird to call this face ‘Old Man’…” "...Ian," the boy said, "You can call me Ian." After a pause, Ian asked again: "How should I contact you? I mean, how should I give you the money?" Alice showed an expression of sudden realization, as if she had just remembered this matter, and then she said in the face of Ian's complicated expression: "It's indeed a question. Uh, you... send it to my home?" Ian glanced at Alice hesitantly, finally swallowed the reminder and asked instead: "So, what is your address?" After Alice left the address, Ian breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could be happy, he saw Alice approaching him and asked: "Don't you like clubs?" When Alice's words were recalled again, Ian felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously moved a little farther away from the table - he felt that he would never want to play again for a while. "So it's because I don't like clubs..." Alice looked at his reaction and nodded thoughtfully, "Then what do you like?" Ian's body suddenly froze, and after a moment of silence, he cautiously replied: "I like to live well." Alice looked at his expression and suddenly leaned against the pool table and laughed. Ian waited in silence for her to finish laughing, and then heard something that made him feel slightly relieved: "I like this answer." For Ian, this thrilling experience seemed to be over for the time being. Alice got up and left the billiard room and all the way out of the Brave Bar. Halfway through the journey, Alice began to think about the serious question again: "So... what should I give to Amon?" Alice covered her face with her hands in pain at the door of the Brave Bar. After more than ten seconds, she realized that something was wrong, put down her hands, looked around, and fell into deep thought. ...It seems that she was treated as a lunatic. In order to avoid things from getting worse, Alice pretended that she had not noticed anything, and left here expressionlessly and without looking around. After arriving at the door of her house, Alice jumped off the carriage and was about to go home. Suddenly, her steps stopped and she looked hesitantly in the direction of the mailbox. ...What touched her spirituality? Alice blinked in confusion, walked to the mailbox, and reached in. There was an unsigned letter inside. She opened the envelope, and there was only a note inside, with a line of words written in Loen language: "Where is my return gift?" Return gift...?
Alice's body stiffened slightly, her fingers loosened slightly, and the envelope and the letter slipped from her hands and floated to the ground. Before they fell to the ground and were covered with dust, Alice picked up the envelope and the letter with almost horror. ——Whose letter was this? The answer was self-evident. (End of this chapter)