This adjective is appropriate but not so appropriate. Amon uses human-like to describe her because she is fundamentally different from humans. Not only can she not understand humans, she is really not human. But Winfried—Winfried should be a human being. However, how could a normal person complete a smooth communication with her? Alice touched her chin and opened the letter to read its contents. 『 Miss Rose: These days, a guest came to my manor. She claimed that she knew the secret I was pursuing - Oh, I forgot to mention that I bought two more pages of Roselle's notes from the previous source, which made me discover something. I have seen Roselle's notes copied by others, including those copied by myself. Most of them look like poor imitations of paintings. Not only are the fonts too large, but the whole is messy and stiff.
However, the symbols on the three pages of notes are very neat, and the styles of the symbols are unified, giving a sense of a consistent rhythm. I suspect that the person who wrote these pages seemed to recognize the symbol used by Russell. And at this moment, a customer suddenly came to tell me that she...well, what did she say? She said she could help me uncover the veil of destiny and break free from the shackles of the prison... Sounds really interesting, doesn't it? So I asked her, what should I do? She replied... It's too complicated, I didn't remember it, it seemed like some kind of gear of fate... Anyway, the key point is those three pages of notes. I immediately thought of you, Miss Rose. Do you know the origin of the next two pages of notes? Did that nasty thief put it in your house too? 』 Alice closed the envelope, lost in thought. Regarding the guy who seemed to be full of riddles in the description, the first image that popped into Alice's mind was Sylvia holding "Cassandra" - a "scammer" who pretended to be a "prophet" and deceived. . Alice actually doesn't have much motivation to explore this matter, because...it doesn't feel like it's the right time yet. It was a wonderful feeling. She had a premonition that she and "Cassandra" would officially meet one day in the future, and she would figure out the truth of all this, but it was not the time yet. This results in Alice having little motivation...well she has always had little motivation. In fact, what Alice cares about in this letter is that no one told her that there are hidden dangers in copying and selling diaries like this! Alice had never seen Russell's notes copied by others, but Winfred's letter made Alice realize something. ——When a person does not know a language, the so-called copying may be closer to "drawing" than writing. The copies of Russell's diary that people copied were actually just "drawings" according to the strokes. Unfortunately, when Alice copied Russell's notes, she didn't consider this issue at all. She was just writing a kind of writing that she was familiar with. That’s all. Her handwriting is still far away from calligraphy, but she can still write neatly and neatly one stroke at a time - she understands everything about Hengshui style.
Whether this can be called beautiful or not is not a question, but it is better than what Russell wrote, and it is even a completely different style from Russell's. Old Neil was the first to discover that Russell's notes were actually diaries. Alice recognized human wisdom and she did not doubt the possibility of this happening. The world is so big, there are always a few smart people, and obviously, this Miss Winfried is one of them. Alice pinched her eyebrows and finally decided to "visit" Winfried Grigory. Although she could still retrieve the address of the manor from her memory, Alice did not just go there—Winfred might not be there, right? Unknown to Alice, Alice decided to find Winfred through this letter. When she saw the familiar manor in the picture, Alice lowered her head and thought about why her efforts were in vain. ...I'm so annoyed, I'll eat some ice cream to comfort myself. It tastes pretty good, but the best thing is actually Miss Justice’s ice cream... Alice came to a conclusion after licking the last bite of ice cream, and then let out a long sigh. Backlund's social peak season still has a long way to go... Otherwise... Alice stopped and thought seriously about the possibility of Amon stealing some ice cream for her. "No, forget it," Alice murmured to herself, "Based on the title at the beginning of my last letter, I doubt there will be a time worm mixed in my ice cream..." She wasn't too worried about Amon parasitizing her. After all, except for the first time they met, Amon had no hobby of parasitizing her. He just liked to steal things from her thoughts... maybe he didn't like stealing much anymore. Alice's eyes wandered for a moment, she kicked the stones on the ground and encouraged herself: "Okay, let's keep doing what we just did. Come on, Alice... No, wait a minute, this sounds weird." This speech was a bit too childish. Alice, who thought she was mature, could not accept such a childish thing. She shook her head, gave up the idea, and prepared to go find Winfred. She certainly didn't play the kind of game that suddenly appeared around Winfried - obviously, they hadn't gotten to know each other that well yet. In fact, there are not many people Alice would do such a thing to, such as Klein, such as Amon, such as the goddess... No, forget it about the goddess. Alice drew the goddess who refused to turn into a demon wolf for her to touch out of the circle, and then began to wonder what Klein was doing. Anyway, Winfred's matter was not urgent, Alice rolled her eyes and hid her body directly near Klein. Dear Mr. Fool, you are also cleaning the toilet today! Alice watched Klein clean a toilet skillfully and quickly, her eyes were full of amazement, and she realized that the torture Klein had experienced during this period was probably far beyond her imagination. Looking at the sweat on Klein's face, Alice turned her head and glanced out the window. The climate in Backlund in March was far from hot. It was still early spring at this time. The weather could only be said to have just escaped the cold of late winter, and even in the early morning and at night, it still revealed a little chill. Therefore, Alice realized that during the time when she was idling around, Klein must have worked very hard to sweat. He worked so hard... Alice looked at the sweat on Klein's face with a distressed look, thought for a moment, and replayed the scene back to before Klein started working. At a certain moment, Klein felt that his fatigue disappeared, and he regained his energy when he woke up in the morning. The only problem was that the work he had worked so hard to complete... disappeared!
"Alice!!!" Klein roared with energy. (End of this chapter)