This question was confirmed, and Alice's guess was partially verified. "Cassandra" did not take the initiative to mention this matter, but it probably guided it secretly. The only thing Alice was not sure about was whether fate had influenced Sylvia's decision. But she couldn't tell because she wasn't sure how much ability "Cassandra" retained, and Sylvia obviously couldn't know. After releasing the channeling, Alice stared at the corpse on the ground and fell into distress - what to do with the corpse? She looked around, and her last gaze was fixed on the open coffin. The body should stay in the coffin! After making the decision, Alice picked up Sylvia's body and threw it into the coffin. Then she closed the coffin board and clapped her hands with satisfaction. A few seconds later, she silently pushed the coffin board away, looked at Sylvia's right eye and began to think. …Should I find her a monocle to wear? Alice took out the monocle that Amon gave her. After hesitating for a moment, she gave up and instead pulled out the dagger from Sylvia's chest.
She was lucky, the blood didn't spurt out, so she didn't have to worry about getting blood on her clothes, even if it did, there was no need to worry. Alice held the dagger and drew a circle on Sylvia's right eye. ——If crows can be distinguished by the color of their feathers, then scars shouldn’t matter, right? Hey, are there any colorful crows? Unfortunately, this question was destined to be unanswered. Alice looked around, thought about it, and tried to push the door open. The door opened easily to both sides, and there was a dark passage outside. It seemed to be very long, and Alice couldn't see the end of it at a glance. ...It’s so long, forget it. Alice, who originally planned to go out and see where this was, decisively gave up the idea and chose to teleport. There won't be any problem, the most is... just... There was just something wrong with the direction and it just fell in front of Amon. Looking at the terrifying forest around her and the white crow not far away, Alice couldn't help but ask: "Are there any colorful crows?" "I haven't seen it." Crow spoke. After staring at the talking crow and thinking for a few seconds, Alice lowered her head and began to examine her body. This scene made the crow or Amon couldn't help but feel puzzled. It fluttered its wings and landed on a dead branch near Alice, and asked curiously: "What are you doing?" Alice stopped, raised her head and said: "I'm checking myself for signs of loss of control." "...Why do you have such doubts?" Amon didn't understand.
"Because," Alice frowned and explained, "I used to like talking to small animals and plants on the roadside. At that time, some people thought I was sick, and then the doctor told me that talking to animals and plants was not considered healthy. Sick. But if I feel like animals and plants are responding to me, then I’m really sick.” After a pause, Alice continued to murmur: "But, to put it this way, I have actually chatted with dogs..." Of course, this refers to Susie, but the crow Amon didn't care about this. It seemed to be hesitating about what to say, so after more than ten seconds, Alice got this answer: "Actually, I also have a doppelganger of a dog." Alice couldn't help but look up at Amon. Neither of them understood what the other was saying, but the topic was still successfully connected. Alice blinked and asked: "Then do you...do you have that kind of furry clone? The hair should be softer, feel better to the touch, and look better..." "?" Crow Amon was confused. "I want to raise one," Alice said at last. Regardless of whether it is the body or the clone, or the All-Mongolian Council behind it, this is probably the first time that all the Amons have heard this request. The crow Amon finally answered silently: "Okay, Dolly. "We'll consider it." This time it was Alice who showed a confused expression. "I'm not sure why you called me that," Amon explained, "but you must be swearing." ...This is really true. Alice didn't know what to say. She stared at the crow Amon and thought about it for more than ten seconds before disappearing directly. This time, she was not blocked by Amon and returned to Backlund's home smoothly. The story that had been shelved after taking the title was picked up again by Alice, and she began to draw the first draft without changing her expression. She decided to start painting from the first meeting of Amon and Leonard, interspersed with the story of Amon and Palles. Amon's coffin probably has an excellent sleeping effect. After asking Klein, Alice learned that today was already Friday. With her anger towards Amon, Alice made a rare effort and completed the first part of the manuscript within a week, forgetting sleep and food, and entered the magazine on the next Friday. This time she didn't use Briar Rose's appearance, but walked in openly and openly with her true appearance. In one experience, Alice successfully negotiated a contract. When the editor asked her about her pen name, she pondered for a moment and replied: "Rita Skeeter." This reporter, who originated from the Harry Potter worldview, is the mainstay of the Daily Prophet on the surface, but in fact, he writes a serious news like an entertainment magazine, and is best at making rumors and distorting facts. Except for the notoriety, Alice thinks that she is very suitable. The Tarot Clubs in the past two weeks have been quite boring. If there is any special event, it was around the Tarot Club on April 11 that Klein officially began to agree with Cattleya on the code for the meeting. Before they officially started the discussion, "The World" raised his hand to signal "Hermit" Cattleya not to speak, and then waved to Alice in Cattleya's blank eyes. "What?" Alice, who was excitedly watching them and preparing to make some suggestions, asked in confusion.
"If you can keep quiet in the next period of time," Klein tried to propose a deal, "I have a gift for you." It's just right, just treat it as a birthday gift for her... Well, will she have a psychological shadow on her birthday? Although he was not sure what happened that day, Klein still looked at Alice with some concern and decided not to mention it at that time. Alice didn't know what he was thinking. She suddenly became happy and asked: "What is it!" Klein, who had not thought of a gift, tentatively answered: "I thought you would prefer surprises?" (End of this chapter)
