"Alice?" Klein looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay?" Alice came back to her senses from her trance, looked at Klein with a bit of confusion, and said softly: "I seem to have almost forgotten what I look like. "It was only a short time ago, and I remember it very clearly, but why... I can't remember how I felt at that time?" --This is just Alice's appearance. Unexpectedly, Alice is actually very sober now. Unlike the sobriety after the emotions are stripped away, she suddenly has a sense of dust settling. In the dark, a voice tells her again-- Go to Bayam. There are what you want and the answers you want there. She still has a little time... This cognition flashed through Alice's heart, her face remained unchanged, and she asked with half-closed eyelids: "What kind of person is 'Iceberg Vice Admiral' Edwina...? "
She still maintained her confused tone, which made Klein uneasy. He stared at Alice and answered cautiously: "She should be a very good teacher." Alice asked softly: "Klein, what kind of person do you think I am?" She put emphasis on the word "person", and Klein suddenly realized something. He asked: "What do you mean?" Alice pinched her eyebrows and said: "I have been thinking for a long time, why do the gods who are high above care about mortals? Why do they preach? Why do they attract believers? "Later, Bernadette told me that divinity is a special kind of pollution. For beings above demigods who have merged with divinity, they need to constantly fight against divinity to maintain their humanity. "And believers are the 'anchor' that maintains humanity." "Anchor?" Klein repeated. Alice nodded: "Yes. "I think, if those fragments in my memory come from my past self, if I could be considered a god in the past - that is, at least an angel, a complete mythical creature. "Then, my 'anchor' must be wrong." This sounds extremely desperate - even gods cannot escape the confrontation with pollution. Therefore, Klein asked after a dozen seconds of silence: "In this case... why do we still work hard to get promoted?" Alice shrugged and replied: "For me, I probably have no choice. Either I get promoted or I forget myself. Ah, or I just lie down and become a potion material... It's also a good choice? "As for you... We all know that in that story, this place is called Sefirah Castle. It has an unknown previous owner who will come back one day to take it away - even if not, Amon will want to take it away. "But, you said, in what form did the previous owner come back? "Will there be a day when you will forget who you are like me, forget that you were once a person, and even hurt the one you once loved..."
Alice tilted her head, looked at Klein's solemn expression, and slowly laughed: "So... are you going to pray for the favor of fate too? "However, if I am the true god of the 'fate' path, even if fate favors you, the result will not be what you hope for, right? "I am the same in either case." Klein suddenly felt that the last sentence was more convincing than the previous ones combined. Alice leaned back in her chair and relaxed, feeling the induction from the depths of her spirituality, and whispered: "I seem to... well, I seem to need to go to Bayam." Klein looked at Alice, but Alice suddenly slid down from the chair as if she was exhausted, and complained: "Children who go to bed too late will not grow tall... No more chatting!" Klein was silent for a moment, cut off the network cable, and let her go back to sleep. After returning to the real world, Alice stared at the ceiling for half a minute, then pulled the quilt up and closed her eyes. Before she was drowned by sleepiness, she muttered incoherently: "You should give me a detailed address... How can I find such a big Bayam?" "Why don't you just tell me that it's in the Rorsted Islands..." The drowsiness that swept over Alice brought her into a dream, and she saw the city she had visited before - the capital of the Rorsted Islands, the "City of Generosity" Bayam. There are countless pirates and sailors here, as well as adventurers who dream of getting rich. There are many buildings that are not listed but are crowded with people, some short and some tall. Some of them are hidden, while others are blatant. Alice knows that it is one of the two pillar industries of Bayam. ——Brothel. This seemed to be a brothel, Alice inferred, but to be honest, she had no impression of such places - she was not a customer who would be solicited. The building was only enlarged and stayed in front of her eyes for a moment, and the whole scene smoothly turned to the opposite side, a herbal medicine store with a familiar layout. Oh, the store manager here is also an acquaintance - look, isn't this the pharmacist who just slipped away? The next time seemed to be sped up, Alice saw that the pharmacist was constantly making various attempts, and he seemed to be trying to contact someone. Alice was not sure how much time had passed, she only remembered that it kept changing from dark to light, and conservatively estimated that it must have been more than a month. Note ① But he seemed to have never succeeded. There was no response to the letters he sent out. Alice saw that he gradually became uneasy and became nervous. Then, he walked into a pub and posted a missing person notice. As the screen shook, Alice saw the content of the missing person notice. It was a fairly young man with neatly combed hair and wearing a pair of framed glasses. He looked gentle and refined. There was a name on the missing person notice - Roy King. Alice was not sure what the result of this commission would be. Time was flowing quickly. Not long after, she saw the fat pharmacist leave the herbal medicine shop again and go to a grocery store. Alice saw a kind elderly lady receive the fat pharmacist. They communicated for a while, the fat pharmacist paid, and then he received a small ring box.
Alice saw the fat pharmacist open the ring box without hesitation. Inside was a milky white dice, and the number facing up was a red four. Dice! Alice widened her eyes and suddenly woke up from her dream. The faint morning light fell into the room, and Alice realized that it was already early morning. She stared at the morning light with a dull look in her eyes. After several minutes, a hoarse voice mixed with shock and confusion rang out: “No. “You… put the Level 0 Sealed Artifact in the grocery store? “Huh?” (End of this chapter)