After Alice stared blankly at the ceiling on the bed for a while, she finally accepted the fact, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to crawl out of bed. ...When will the weather get warmer? After struggling with her thoughts for several minutes, Alice gave up the idea of getting up wrapped in a quilt and silently started to get dressed. "I really hope that heating and electric blankets can be common in other worlds..." After spitting out the last mouthwash, Alice looked at herself in the mirror and murmured, "I wonder if demigods are afraid of the cold..." Alice still habitually retrieved today's newspapers and letters from the mailbox first. Backlund's tense atmosphere had not changed much in this week, no, maybe it was more serious... Alice felt guilty as she remembered what she had done. Since the goddess hasn't found her yet, that means it's not a big deal, right...? Alice nodded, her eyes gradually becoming firmer, she clenched her fists to encourage herself, and then started her first thing every day - checking her mailbox. After reading the newspaper over breakfast, Alice began to examine her letters. One letter came from Ian, telling her that the diary had been successfully sold, and it contained five ten-pound notes - it seemed that the child had not left a penny for himself.
Alice silently marked in her plan that she would go over tonight to deliver five pages of the diary and give Ian some money. It would be too much to give no money at all... Alice thought to herself and opened Evelin's letter. Alice receives notes from Evelyn almost every day, and today is certainly no exception... No, that's not right. At the end of this note, there are words that touch Alice's sensitive nerves: “Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered something very strange. "A few mornings ago, I clearly heard your scream and wanted to ask you what was wrong, but why did I leave without asking anything? "Actually, when I think back, there was something wrong with your expression and actions at that time, but I don't know why I believed what you said and left like that... "Briel, you, did you encounter something unusual? "Anyway, if you need help, you can come to me or go to the church to ask for help!" Alice squeezed the note in her hand. It’s easy to guess what force caused the impact at that time. If you don’t consider that Adam was caring about his younger brother...well, it shouldn’t have anything to do with Evelin, right? In short, if this situation is not considered, Amon is definitely not so kind anyway, so it is probably... the influence of fate? Alice's first reaction was actually to use fate to hide Evelin's secret again, but not to mention that she didn't know what to do. After thinking about it for a moment, she understood that this was treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. After carefully thinking about the countermeasures, Alice decided to put off this troublesome matter for now. Anyway, her most important thing recently was to go to Bayam. Thinking of this, Alice ran back to the study. After finishing the verbose part, she considered it and began to write an explanation of the incident: "Evelin, I'm very sorry that I can't tell you the specific situation now. I can only tell you that I am not in danger. "Recently, I may have some things to deal with and will leave Backlund for a trip. "Don't worry, I believe I will be back soon. Maybe I can explain this matter to you at that time." After frowning and thinking for a moment, she wrote on the paper again:
“Evelyn, I don’t know how you feel about people who do unusual things, but I hope you remember… "In the mysterious world, behind all the wonderful stories and tempting treasures, there is only one thing hidden - danger. "Luck is not only a gift, but also a blessing. It is also a curse." After putting down the pen, Alice looked at the content on the paper, sighed leisurely and said: "Very good, now the fact that I am an Extraordinary is almost a publicity in Evelin's eyes." She reached out and lightly knocked on the desk twice, but her eyes suddenly caught sight of the remaining manuscript paper on the desk. Alice murmured thoughtfully: "Speaking of which... although the part of the Millennium Chapter has been painted a long time ago, I never thought of sending it over... uh, should I send it over before going to Bayam? "Is there anything else... eh?" Suddenly hearing a knock on the door, Alice stood up blankly, put on "Matilda" skillfully, and walked over to open the door. The poet classmate outside the door seemed a little embarrassed. He put his fist on his chin, coughed twice, and then said: "I... cough, one of my 'friends' has something to say to you." He emphasized the word "friend". Alice stared at this old friend who was already a stranger, and after pondering for a moment, she asked: "...Don't tell me that the goddess asked you to come?" This issue is resolved by default. Alice gasped, realizing that the goddess might still care about the trouble she got into. After a moment of silence, Alice decided to cause even greater trouble. She looked at Leonard, raised a mischievous smile and said: "Did you know that the protagonist of the era cannot actually die? Even if he dies, he will push his way out of the grave~ "So, the fact that cremation is not popular is really the biggest failure of this era..." After that, in Leonard's eyes full of shock and doubt, she closed the door mercilessly and began to think about another issue that was very important to her: "Speaking of which...why do I feel that there are so many protagonists in this era? "Actually, Miss Justice, Miss Magician, Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Moon, Mr. Sun, and The Hermit...well, Ms. The Hermit should also count. "Actually, everyone seems to be the protagonist of the era... Hmm... Everyone is the protagonist of their own story?" Alice chuckled and thought of another interesting thing: “But in fact, no matter from any angle, fate is not the protagonist of the story. "It seems that every story has the shadow of fate, and no one can escape the influence of fate, but there are almost no stories where fate is the protagonist... "If I have to say it, fate can probably be regarded as the golden finger of the protagonist? “Whoever gets the golden finger, or whoever gets the favor of fate, will stand out and become the true ‘protagonist of the times’... "Alas, from this point of view, it feels like Leonard is completely hopeless..." Alice sighed pretentiously, ignored the knocking on the door behind her that still didn't stop, hummed and took off "Matilda", returned to the study, and sat at the desk. (End of chapter)