Although he knew that the true "prophet" role-playing method would definitely not be just this superficial, Klein couldn't help but be horrified. ...Will Alice always speak like this in the future? ! Klein seriously imagined the scene of Alice speaking like that in a black robe, and a vivid picture immediately emerged, and everything was not at all inconsistent. Of course, because in the image Klein imagined, when Alice lifted the hem of her robe while walking, underneath was the flowery dress he wore on his birthday... --She might pretend occasionally, but she would never become that kind of person from the bottom of her heart. They began to look at each other with a worried look. After a while, Alice murmured to herself: "If there is a living 'prophet'... no, a living 'mercury snake', let me ask it." The living 'mercury snake'... Klein was stunned and instantly thought of someone: "Will Auceptin?" "... First, do you think He could tell me?" Alice rolled her eyes, "Second, if you mean memory, then unfortunately, my memory is not even continuous at all."
The intermittent sleep and wake-up, the huge time span in between, made Alice's memory seriously broken, and she couldn't sort out much useful information from it. Being able to infer the beginning and end of the matter, as well as the final development of their relationship, is already the result of her best efforts. Acting method... Unless Will Auceptin was explaining the acting method to her in the fragments she remembered, it would be impossible, right? Alice pinched her brows, glanced at Klein, and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Fool, if the requirements for playing the role of 'prophet' are really like this, then you are done." After leaving this sentence, Alice returned to the real world without waiting for Klein's answer. Although she was eager to pay the unpaid reward, Alice did not write to Bernadette. ——Alice, who had no memory and was confused, could ask strangers for help at will, but Miss Fate at the Tarot Club was already a god who had recovered some of her authority. She should not and could not ask Bernadette, who was only a demigod, for help. If, if it really doesn't work, try to see if the secret effect can prevent a "hidden sage"... Well, in this case, why don't I just go to the goddess directly? The new alternative plan was successfully included by Alice. Putting aside two relatively important things for the time being, Alice began to think about what she should do next. She came to the "Golden Dream" because she didn't know what to do and didn't know what the main ingredients of the potion were. Now that she knew the information about the main ingredients of the potion, the next step should be to collect the ingredients... First, find out the location... Uh, why didn't she ask at the Tarot meeting just now? Alice fell into deep thought. Forget it, it's not a big problem, just a week, it will be over after a good sleep... Alice shook her head and frowned as she continued to think. Find out the news, then go there, then hunt by yourself or find someone to hunt... I understand, I need to make money! Alice discovered the true meaning of life. She stopped and looked at the casino on the side of the road. The outrageous statement of "winning a casino" not long ago echoed in her mind again. ... Can she really not do this?
Dangerous thoughts were stirring in Alice's mind, nailing her feet to the spot. She was salivating at the sign of the casino when an acquaintance walked out of it. Her one-sided acquaintance. Familiar black hair and blue eyes, but he was no longer wearing a formal suit. I don't know where the new coat came from. It was a local custom in Bayam, and it looked a bit old. His expression was not the trepidation of the first time, nor the excitement of the second time, but a kind of annoyance - when Alice saw him coming out, she turned back and spat at the casino. He probably lost money. So... who is he? What made them meet again and again? Alice frowned at this stranger she had met three times, her eyes flickered, and she approached him silently. She was still in a hidden state, so no one noticed her, including her target. An unknown smell broke into Alice's nose with the wind, among which Alice could distinguish the smell of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat. Obviously, the smell came from this man. He probably stayed in the casino for a long time, and even the smell was stained. Alice thought for a moment, and conjured up a long black wizard robe, covering herself from head to toe, and conjured up a black veil on her face, revealing only a pair of clear blue eyes. Afterwards, Alice lowered her head to look at the monotonous black robe, recalling the faint silver runes she saw in the book that day, and added some special effects to the ordinary wizard robe. She quietly followed the man until he turned into a slightly remote alley, and Alice appeared at the end of the alley, leaning against the wall. She looked at the man, and his change from winning money to losing money in the past period of time flashed by. Alice did not deliberately change her voice, and said slowly in her voice that still had a little childishness: "Poor child... A shadow has shrouded your fate, and you must have lost a lot during this period of time." "Cassandra? You, you are back?" He raised his lowered head and shouted with a tone full of surprise. Cassandra...? Alice frowned slightly, and she instantly realized the reason why they met again and again - this man knew a guy who called herself "Cassandra". Was this story too widespread, or... the "Cassandra" I met was actually the same? Or maybe, in some special groups, this name has a special meaning... Thinking of the prophet Cassandra who was cursed and distrusted in the story and eventually died because of her own prophecy, and then thinking of the possible problems of the high sequence of the "Destiny" path, Alice's brows were knitted tighter. Fortunately, the shadow of the hood also hid her exposed eyebrows and eyes, and her frown was hidden. In addition, she was half-sideways, so the man did not notice that she was moved by this sentence. If someone used Cassandra to refer to something... Alice instantly recalled a noble name: "The phantom of Cassandra, "Eyes staring at despair, "A walker seeking hope." Why is it eyes staring at despair, and why is it a walker seeking hope? What did the owner of that honorable name see in the long river of fate that made him write such an honorable name for himself? (End of this chapter)