Alice didn't think deeply about the meaning of those words. Of course, there was no need to do so. Some of the answers were already obvious, but the specific details still needed to be explored. Besides, my own affairs are still in a mess. What happens to Adam is none of my business... Alice muttered irresponsibly in her heart, but looked at herself in the mirror and fell into deep thought. "Think of me as part of your life..." Alice stretched out her hand to touch the mirror, aligned the tips of each finger with herself in the mirror, and then slowly pressed her palms, "Why do I feel like He is leaning upside down? " Her eyes in the mirror were as confused as those outside the mirror, and she didn't suddenly reveal a mysterious smile like Song Shu. Alice was inexplicably disappointed. She took back her hand, dug out the "Iron-Blooded Knight Tastes Very Good" that she had put down before, and went out to the "Brave Bar". As soon as she walked out of the door, she attracted the attention of many passers-by. Alice hesitated for a few seconds before realizing that it was because of her clothes. "The school uniforms have turned into fancy clothes here..." Alice thought to herself while looking for the carriage. Although it's not impossible to teleport, but as expected, humans should look like humans... Hey, why does it sound like students should look like students? Alice shook her head, shook this terrible thought out of her head, and boarded the carriage. …
"Where is the 'old man'?" In the Brave Bar, Alice ignored the eyes that stared at her "fancy clothes" and walked straight to the bar. The bartender was still the familiar bartender. He looked around at Alice's outfit, his eyes filled with hesitation. Alice thought for a moment, stretched out her hand and waved twice in front of his eyes, and asked, "Did you hear that?" "...Is this a popular dress somewhere?" The bartender finally couldn't help but ask. "Oh, yes," Alice replied seriously, "This is the prison uniform from my hometown. Many people like to wear it like this." "Huh?" The bartender's eyes became blank. "Especially underage children would dress like this." Alice then added. "Huh?" The bartender's expression gradually turned doubtful. "So, where is the 'old man'?" Alice glanced at the bartender with pity and decided to let him go for the time being and not continue to fool him. The bartender didn't respond to the jumping topic for a while. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "Here, chess and card room No. 1." Alice looked at the bartender and blinked twice. The bartender stared back at her blankly. After a few seconds, Alice took the lead and asked: "Where is the card room No. 1?" The bartender subconsciously pointed to a room, so Alice walked over without looking back, stretched out her hand and knocked on the door twice. "Come in." She heard a hoarse voice. Alice pushed the door open and walked in. Ian, wearing a long trench coat and a fake beard, was sitting at a table playing with a deck of cards. He looked at Alice with a look of surprise. Why was he surprised? He's not afraid of me...oh wait, he's never seen what I really look like! Alice suddenly realized, then locked the door and sealed the room with her spirituality. Although he could not detect any spiritual fluctuations, Alice's action of locking the door still aroused Ian's vigilance. He squeezed the playing cards in his hand, stood up, and looked at Alice warily. "Why don't you play cards in the billiard room anymore?" Alice tried to express her identity in one sentence, "Don't you think that feeling is special now?"
Alice walked towards Ian as she spoke. When she finished speaking, she happened to be standing in front of the table and watched Ian fall back. "Have you ever revealed my secret to others?" Alice blinked, pulled the chair next to her and sat down without noticing anything, and then asked. Ian shook his head quickly and hard. It's easy to twist your neck with such force... Alice touched her chin, pushed out the five pages of "The Iron-Blooded Knight tastes really good," and asked with a smile: "You know what to do, right?" Ian took the diary and nodded vigorously twice, and then there was a "click" sound, and he really twisted his neck. "Does it hurt?" Alice asked in a soft voice. At a certain moment, Ian thought of his predecessor, Caspars, who covered himself to death with a quilt. With such an example, coupled with the impression Alice left on him, Ian did not consider the possibility that this was an accident. The experience of coming out of the bottom made him directly regard this as a threat. This realization made Ian calmer. He realized that Alice did not directly kill him, but stopped at the step of threatening. This means that Alice has a purpose she wants to achieve through him, and it also means that he still has a chance to survive. Ian raised half of his face with difficulty, exposing the pale upper half of his face to Alice, and then asked: "You, what do you want me to do?" There was undisguised pain in his voice. Alice tilted her head, suddenly realizing that Ian had misunderstood what she meant. Actually, I didn't intend to threaten him... Alice blinked and simply went on with Ian's misunderstanding: "I'm so worried that you will leak my secret one day... Well, what do you think we should do?" Ian froze for a few seconds before saying: "I know that people like you have the means to keep secrets..." "But why should I do this?" Alice tilted her head, "It's easier for the dead to keep secrets, and it doesn't cost anything, right?" I need to convince her... Ian realized this, he forced himself to calm down, organized his words and said: "I can help you sell Roselle's notes. "Even if I die, there will be new merchants here. If you plan to continue selling Roselle's notes here, you will have to face new merchants again. "Even if you sell Roselle's notes through other channels, you must communicate with new merchants, and they may still leak your secrets..." Hearing this, Alice finally couldn't help but interrupt Ian: "But killing people is not difficult... "Since we have spent effort to prevent you from leaking secrets, then... Isn't it a one-time solution to kill you all?" Ian's face was terribly pale, and a dense layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, but he still tried to persuade: "This way, this will put you at greater risk of exposure..."
"Are you threatening me? "Alice tilted her head. Ian suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness, and his hands loosened weakly, and the deck of playing cards that he had destroyed fell onto the table. Alice blinked twice and suddenly smiled: "Let's make a bet? "If you win, I'll let you go, how about that?" (End of this chapter)