Alice laughed loudly alone in the deserted room. She even opened the spiritual barrier before laughing to prevent others from hearing her. Well, this thing must not be seen by Klein... Um, does Miss Justice know me? After laughing, Alice began to think seriously about how she would submit this article. As for being seen by Amon... this is not the first time this has happened! Putting aside the part where Amon stole her mind by making his own decisions, Alice took the initiative to provoke Amon with this kind of thing, not just once or twice. She did not give Amon a hardcover signed by the author as a souvenir because she considered the possibility of Leonard himself being exposed. However, I feel like it doesn’t matter whether I send it or not. The most I can do is advance the time, otherwise... Alice's heart was stirring. No, no... Alice firmly stopped her random desires. As for who the "stealer" angel is in Leonard's body, it is not difficult for Alice to investigate. Before that, he may have to go to the church. Now...
Alice thought for a while, ran to the full-length mirror, dipped in ink and drew the symbols left by Arrods. ...At least it should be on the mirror, right? Alice stared at the mirror intently. The mirror that originally illuminated the surrounding environment was dyed with a bright white from the point where the symbol was painted, and blood-colored words appeared on it like ink: "Thank you for the call, great Miss Destiny." Before Arrods could map out an emoticon that matched this line of text, Alice asked curiously: "Can't you change the font? "The background can be changed, emoticons can be added, but why can't the font be changed..." It seemed that this was the first time someone had made a similar request. Arrodes was silent for a while before the words slowly emerged: "Can. "What kind of font do you like?" Each letter of the sentence below has a different font and color. Oh, you can change it... Alice blinked, shook her head and said: "Your original one is pretty good, it matches the mirror very well. "I was just asking." Arrodes continued this sentence without any hesitation: "Thank you for the compliment!" So awesome... I almost want to steal it... Alice looked at Arrods in amazement, as if looking at a rare treasure. She licked her lips with her tongue and said: "Leonard has an angel of the 'stealer' path parasitizing him...
"Who is He?" This problem did not trouble Arrods at all, and he took the opportunity to complain: "He comes from the Zoroastrian family of the Fourth Age and once tampered with my questions." "Zorroaster..." Alice put her right hand on her chin, completely unaware of Arrodes' secret complaint, "Are all the Zoroaster families also Zoroaster?" It's obvious that this is the "stealer" stereotype Alice derived from Amon. Obviously, this is nonsense. "Of course the Zoroaster family is all Zoroaster," the mirror responded. "Please forgive my ignorance. Can you describe your problem in a better way?" "Yes." Alice replied. It was obvious that Alice was much more skilled than Klein when it came to dealing with the rules. Arrods seemed to have never expected that Alice, who seemed to be stupid and innocent, could be so scheming in some places. She got stuck after a while. Continue: "So what's your problem?" In this way, the numbers match up... Alice, who had been counting secretly, blinked and asked her question: "The Amon family in the Fourth Age seems to be all played by Amon and Amon's clones... "Is there a similar situation in the Zoroaster family?" Arrodes understood it this time and replied: "At least there is not just one member of the Zoroaster family." It seems that at least their ancestors are not as bad as Amon... Well, maybe it can't be done. After all, the extraordinary characteristics of "stealers" are limited, but Amon is infinite... The infinite number of Ammons have eaten up the limited "Stealer" extraordinary characteristics! Alice shook her head and looked at the mirror. The question popped up before she could speak: "Have you informed my great master of my request?" Alice stared at the words on the mirror, tilted her head and said: "Yep. "But it's useless. Firstly, your great master is not in Backlund, and secondly, your great master is... bearing the humiliation for the great cause of recovery." Alice swallowed back from scrubbing the toilet, although she figured it wouldn't be hard to spot in the mirror. After a pause, Alice touched her chin and asked in the mirror: "You can't be locked up in... No, don't worry about the donation box. If you steal the sealed artifact, you will definitely be scolded... "How should I get you out?" Arrods became excited instantly: "You can ask the 'Mechanical Heart' directly about this."
It makes sense, she could ask directly... Alice touched her chin, patted the mirror solemnly and said: "Don't worry, I will find a way to help you redeem yourself. From now on, just follow me!" ...? The weird wording successfully made Arrods realize what was wrong with this matter: "Aren't you going to hand me over to my great master...?" Alice replied matter-of-factly: “Why should I give what I want to others? "It's okay to use it for a while, but you must be mine? "But like this, like this, suddenly I don't want you very much anymore... After all, you have been calling others master, which sounds so strange... "But it would be weird if you changed your name to my master now, right? It feels, uh, more like a wallflower than a certain believer..." Alice successfully placed the mirror in a position where nothing was right. In the end, she looked at the mirror, which she dared not speak, and made an assertion: "You'd better wait until Mr. Fool comes by himself!" It’s hard to say what Arrods’ true mood was. All Alice saw was a line of text without any emoticons: "I always look forward to your next call. "Do you have any more questions?" "Well..." Alice bit her lip and started thinking. But Arrodes didn't give Alice much time to think, or in other words, the "Mechanical Heart" didn't give Alice much time to think. Before Alice could go over what she should do from beginning to end, Arrodes quickly flashed a line of text on the mirror, which was completely different from the way he had been dawdling one letter after another: “Great Miss Destiny, I need to leave for a moment, the people from ‘Machine Heart’ are calling me. "I will always look forward to your next summons!" (End of this chapter)