In the dim morning light, Alice opened her eyes with difficulty. After staring at the ceiling for several minutes, her eyelids stuck together again. So sleepy, let's sleep a little longer... After struggling in bed for another half an hour, Alice slowly got up from the bed, struggled to get out of the quilt, and greeted the cold air in the morning. "Getting up early is indeed the most painful thing in life... Pfft!" After washing up, Alice looked at herself in the mirror, put on a deep expression, and then sighed-successfully made herself laugh. After laughing, Alice finally felt the source of the confusion: "By the way, aren't I going to Bayam? Why should I get up so early..." Alice stared at herself in the mirror and fell into a fierce ideological struggle. In the end, the peristaltic stomach won, and Alice decided to go to eat. But today's mailbox, there was something unexpected for Alice-an invitation. At present, Backlund is in the off-season for social activities. Most of the nobles are on vacation in their fiefdoms. Although the powerful nobles still frequently travel back and forth, there will not be many banquets in Backlund during this period. Besides, Alice thinks that she does not have many acquaintances among the Loen nobles... Alice took back the invitation letter, today's newspaper and Evelyn's reply letter with doubt, and quietly read the newspaper while eating breakfast.
Although she has developed the same habits as most middle-class people in this era, in fact, Alice's focus on reading newspapers is very different. Others read newspapers, probably paying more attention to changes in politics and economy, trying to infer the changes and trends of the upper class from them. Alice... Alice just wants to see if there is anything interesting happening. For example... the Storm Church has a new rule - believers are prohibited from carrying monocles into the church. Poor Storm Church, it was scared like this by Amon, Amon is so hateful! ——The above is Alice's unconscious thoughts. Oh, Amon... Alice suddenly remembered something. She ate the rest of her breakfast in a few bites, grabbed the monocle that she had thrown on the coffee table, jumped up, ran to the door, and locked it from the outside. Of course, she didn't forget to wear the key just in case. Next, Alice put on the monocle, squatted down, gritted her teeth, reached out and pulled a hair from her head, and began to try what she had always been curious about - using hair to pick the lock. After trying, Alice finally understood that the feasibility of this thing was terribly low - anyway, she probably couldn't do it. If you want to explore the reason, Alice thinks that the toughness of the hair is not enough, and it can't be inserted into the lock core well, let alone the next step. Alice sighed, and while being glad that she brought the key out, she opened the door and went home. After locking the door again, Alice thought for a moment, closed her eyes and put on a prayer posture, and whispered in ancient Hermetic language: "Twisting the hands of time, "Wandering in the shadow of fate, "The embodiment of fraud and mischief, "I pray for your attention, "I pray for your hearing, "I tried, I can't pick the lock with my hair, because my hair is too soft, I can't put my hair into the lock core at all...
"Maybe, you can try it yourself? Remember to use harder hair! "By the way... do mythical creatures grow hair? If so, maybe you can try your own hair, it must be very hard..." She got a response with a smile: "Yes, it is indeed very hard, after all, you bit it, although it was your hand, right? "You sound like you are very curious? How about this, you can prepare a ceremony to request the gift, and I will give you a few of my hair, the original body~ "Speaking of which... Alice, can you tell me who went to the Storm Church to steal the donation box? " Alice silently shrank her head and pretended that nothing had happened. As for holding a ceremony to request a gift, asking Amon for a gift? What a joke, who knows what Amon will send! Alice rationally gave up harassing Amon and pretended that she didn't hear the last question, and began to think about what else she could do. By the way...what does the fur of the demon wolf feel like? Before she did something even more outrageous, Alice forcibly interrupted her thoughts, picked up the invitation letter of unknown origin from the coffee table, and opened it to check. This is an invitation letter for afternoon tea, and the time is this afternoon. To be honest, this is very offensive, and it can be said that there is no social etiquette at all. Not to mention that no one would invite someone on the same day. Going to visit someone every day, just to invite someone you have never met or spoken to to have afternoon tea together. This is undoubtedly a serious violation of social distance. It is not only offensive and impolite, but also makes people feel puzzled. For example, Alice now feels that the owner of this invitation is very puzzled. She curiously looks at the name left on it. Winfred Gregory. Alice carefully recalled this name. She can be sure that she has no impression of it. It is definitely not someone she knows. The invitation only left a name for the host. Alice guessed that this should be a nobleman. In addition to the appearance of the invitation, it is mainly because of the address in the invitation-it is a manor in the suburbs of Queens. But even so, an invitation with only a surname could not bring help to Alice - there was not even a title written on it. Alice blinked, put the invitation aside, felt the motionless spirit, and decided to go and see - after all, she was not warned! How could it be as terrible as the church of the Lord of Storms! Putting down the invitation, Alice opened Evelyn's letter with a heavy heart. 『 Dear Brielle: I'm glad you don't think my concern is too redundant... Ha, maybe in your opinion, this kind of worry is a bit too cautious? I don't know why, I always have an inexplicable worry these days, especially after reading your letter. Do you know, Brielle? Generally speaking, in novels, if someone says something like "I will do this and that when I do this and that", then... This person is probably going to die.
Maybe I think too much... Well, anyway, Brielle, I will wait for you to come back, and then I will probably have a surprise for you. Sincerely, Evelyn ' Your reply is also like a flag... Alice complained in her heart and decided not to reply to Evelyn - otherwise this flag will be gone! No one knows how disappointed Amon in the God-forsaken Land is that his "friends" have forgotten him.
