It's ridiculous... Is this the existence chosen by fate? Renette Tinicole, who encountered this situation for the first time, didn't know what to say. After four heads were silent for more than ten seconds, the figure disappeared directly from the spot. It's bad, the improvised ritual was discovered... Klein looked at the place where Renette Tinicole disappeared and realized something. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to support his forehead, but he gave up after looking at the toilet brush in his hand. ...Forget it. Klein decided to speak more fiercely when he went back to talk to Alice. Alice didn't know Klein's decision. In fact, after Renette Tinicole left, Alice sat there for a long time without coming back to her senses. She was thinking about the scene she had just seen. Although the book didn't reveal anything except a marine blue cover, and even the faint silver color couldn't be seen, Alice was sure that it was "Cassandra". Judging from the kitchen knife that wiped her right eye at the end, the girl holding the book is most likely Sylvia - this is probably Sylvia's past.
This is one of the countless tragedies in the slums. The only difference is that Sylvia accidentally obtained "Cassandra", relied on "Cassandra" to successfully kill her father and escape, and later even became a Beyonder... Hmm? Alice frowned little by little, muttering to herself: "Why is this plot... a little familiar? "It's like that... the protagonist of that kind of counterattack novel... in a desperate situation, got an adventure and got a golden finger, and then..." Alice fell into deep thought. She remembered what Renette Tinicole said, and remembered that she said this was the most unforgettable tragedy of the Shadow of Doom. Why? Why is it unforgettable? Why is it a tragedy? Who is the protagonist of this tragedy? And "Cassandra"... Alice remembered the conversation with Arrodes that day, and she recalled the answer that confused her: "It is playing the role of a 'prophet'. " In a trance, a flash of inspiration flashed through Alice's mind, and she suddenly made a guess: "The way of acting as a 'prophet', could it be... related to the 'protagonist'? " But that was all. The known information could not help Alice infer more. She sat there and thought for two seconds, took a look at the sky outside, and decided to think about more important and urgent things first. ...What to eat tonight? Alice ended the day with serious thinking. After dinner, she went to bed early and did what a minor...a minor evil god should do. After lying on the bed with her eyes closed for five minutes, Alice suddenly opened her eyes, sat up from the bed, and said thoughtfully: "Can I write in the holy book... "There can be no one on the bed, no garbage in the trash can, no books on the table..."
Alice seriously considered the possibility of telling this idea at the next Tarot meeting. She leaned against the head of the bed, swinging her legs unconsciously while thinking: "Klein will definitely think I'm sick..." "But I'm standing in the trash can, with the book on the bed and the trash on the table..." "What a chaotic and wonderful scene! "'Chaos Walkers' should live in such an environment!" Alice's eyes brightened up. The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was feasible. She was ready to ask Ms. Hermit for her opinion. Hey, doesn't Ms. Hermit have experience writing a holy book herself...uh, maybe she should ask the goddess...no, forget it, forget it. Alice shrank her neck guiltily, her eyes turned, and suddenly she remembered the legendary... Son of God Adam! "Adam," Alice asked the air, "Have you written a holy book? Have you written a holy book for others? 'Writers' must be very good at writing! " Adam ignored her and looked away. Alice fell into deep thought. "I always feel that His attitude now is like the goddess' attitude towards me..." Alice murmured to herself, "The feeling of being afraid to hear me speak... eh, come to think of it..." What does the fur of the demon wolf feel like? Alice didn't know, she only knew that she opened her mouth and spoke, but the words disappeared. --This is a secret. Alice fell into deep thought. After more than ten seconds, she closed her eyes, drew the pattern of the crimson moon on her chest, and began to pray silently in her heart. Admit your mistake... Woo, although it seems that I can't hear it this way. Alice is pious... Maybe she is pious, at least more than facing Anyway, she piously admitted her mistake and lay down to sleep. The next morning, Alice got up happily from the bed and did what she did every morning - reading the newspaper while eating breakfast. Hey, why is there a letter for her? After staring at the letter on the envelope without knowing the sender and thinking for two seconds, Alice threw the letter aside, ate breakfast first, and then looked for jokes in the newspaper. Anyway, it wasn't a letter from an important person... shouldn't it be? Alice finished her breakfast seriously. After opening the envelope, the owner of the letter was a man named Winfred Gregory... uh, who was this man? Alice's brain entered a short downtime mode.
Of course, for an angel of the "fate" path, forgetting is obviously impossible. As long as it is a familiar name, she can predict it... No, the "Mother Tree of Desire" is not possible. Alice urgently stopped the random thoughts in her mind and tried to search for traces of this name. At a certain moment, the brain seemed to have turned into a huge database, and "Winfred Grigori" was included as a search condition. In an instant, Alice found two pieces of data from it. One was in the East District of Backlund, the well-known slum, and the loading time... No, the time of occurrence should be shortly before she set off for Bayam. Alice remembered that she was wearing Amon's clone... No, Alice remembered that Amon's clone stole the "travel" ability of a strange girl's bodyguard, and then entered the church of the "Lord of the Storm" and stole the donation box. Damn Amon! Alice spit on Amon in her heart and continued to check the second piece of data. The five pages of "The Taste of Witches" that she entrusted Ian to sell were bought by the same unlucky person, and it was obvious that this unlucky person was Miss Winfred Gregory. Miss Winfred Gregory, who was angry and embarrassed, investigated her existence with a feeling of doubt and curiosity, and then invited her, so they had their first meeting. Ah, it was that strange guy, that... uh, girl who looked like a human? Alice adopted Amon's adjective. (End of this chapter)