"Witch?" This was obviously an unfamiliar word to the brown-haired woman, and she repeated the word in confusion. Alice ignored the brown-haired woman, and she recalled the face of the woman lying in the room at the beginning. In a glimpse, the woman had long black hair, a pair of blue eyes hidden under her open eyes, and her facial features revealed a sense of familiarity. Alice searched in her memory and a slightly familiar face appeared. ——Selwyn Muggeridge. The man with black hair and blue eyes was once deceived by Sylvia. At the end of Sylvia's story, he took the "Assassin" potion. Although the sequence 7 "Witch" of the "Assassin" path does change people's sex, isn't it a bit too fast? How long has it been... and how did he... how did she get together with "Cassandra"? Alice frowned and tried to recall the time when Selwyn Muggeridge might have taken the potion. It should be the end of February... Yes, February 28th, I saw him that morning, he should have just taken the potion, and he didn't even restrain his spirituality... It's almost two months, just a few days, a little fast but not too fast... Really not too fast? Logically, she should have come here earlier...
Alice's smile disappeared little by little, and she vaguely realized that Selwyn Muggeridge might be the "protagonist" of the new story. She looked up at the brown-haired woman with yogurt lumps standing beside her. She didn't feel like paying attention to her wet clothes, and just said coldly: "Let's go." After saying that, she stepped past the brown-haired woman and walked towards the door. Solve this matter quickly, and then come back to take a look... Although it's strange to say this, "Cassandra" may have left me some information... After all, its behavior is like fishing, there must be bait, right? I remember Arrodes said that it was playing the role of a "prophet"... but it doesn't have to keep getting close to me to play the role of a "prophet", right? It can't be the influence of the law of aggregation? The law of aggregation can't just focus on it and aggregate! Moreover, it seems to know me... It has a name that points to me... Alice thought as she walked, and the brown-haired woman followed her, responsible for turning off the lights and closing the door. She didn't seem to have any intention of running away. Alice led her through two streets and finally stopped in front of an ice cream stand and licked her lips. Several ceremonies and promotions consumed too much time. It was already bright now, and various stalls were set up. People who got up in the morning were on their way to work or had already started working. Although there was a lack of local specialty food, Backlund, as the capital of Loen, gathered delicacies from many places. Alice was enveloped by the tempting aroma along the way, which healed the trauma she experienced in the "Forsaken Land of God" very well. But it was a bit strange to take Ella Sylvan to eat, and most importantly, she didn't bring any money with her - she forgot to ask Klein to send her some money down. But, ice cream... Alice couldn't help licking her lips again, looking at the ice cream on the stall pitifully. "...Do you want to eat this?" the brown-haired woman asked tentatively. Undoubtedly, the answer is yes, but Alice swallowed her saliva, looked at the ice cream on the stall with regret, then looked away with difficulty, shook her head, and said to the brown-haired woman: "I don't have any money." The brown-haired woman looked at her hesitantly.
Is she wondering why I am so obedient... Alice blinked and glanced at the ice cream stall again, then quickened her pace away from there - after all, she couldn't really steal or rob an ice cream from me. She is not Amon... No, Amon stole the entire stall that time. Speaking of which, can Amon steal the chef's skills... Steal all the dishes, so raising an Amon is equivalent to raising an all-round top chef... Alice lowered her head and thought seriously while moving forward. It was easy to make people not notice them. In fact, the quickest way was to grab the brown-haired woman and show up at the door of the police station. Alice had many ways to prevent people from being surprised by their sudden appearance. But Alice hadn't been in such a popular place for a long time. She didn't see anyone in the "God-forsaken Land" for half a day. If she was unlucky, she would run into Amon. The residents of Moon City and Silver City were full of awe towards Alice. In the "God-forsaken Land", she couldn't blend into the crowd at all. Leading the brown-haired woman along the road, Alice asked casually: "By the way, what's your name... or what should I call you?" Does this mean that you don't mind me using a pseudonym... No, forget it, let's not take the risk. The brown-haired woman paused, glanced at Alice, and gave her name: "Ella Sylvan." "Ella Sylvan..." Alice repeated her name and started a new topic, "You said you've seen someone like me... you mean you've seen an extraordinary person?" "Yes," Ella Sylvan did not hide it, "That adult is as elusive as you, and he can tell whether what I say is true or false by just flipping a coin." "Huh?" Alice looked over curiously, "Divination and mobility... But these conditions are not enough to determine the path... Is this why you don't run away?" "... Well," Ella Sylvan responded honestly, "You should be able to find my location - this is also revealed by that adult." This is true. For Alice, Ella Sylvan has had enough contact with her, so it is not difficult to find her. However, Alice is not sure whether the person Ella Sylvan mentioned can be found, after all, she is not the person involved. "Very cautious... Well," Alice praised half a sentence without sincerity, and suddenly frowned, "I always feel that I should wear a monocle and applaud you now... the kind of slow, one-by-one applause." Ella Sylvan looked at her with a little doubt. Alice shook her head, turned her head and muttered as she walked: "Anderson should be fine... I remember... I will go back and get the monocle from him." Alice habitually skipped Klein's name. She obviously didn't speak to get a reply from Ella Sylvan, and in fact, Ella Sylvan didn't know what she should say. They walked in silence for the rest of the short distance. Alice pushed the door and entered the police station in charge of the northern district of Backlund. According to custom, it might be called a police station. Ella Sylvan followed closely behind. As soon as she entered the door, Alice frowned and showed a surprised look. The police station in the other world was very different from what Alice remembered. Although Alice had never stepped into a police station in the past, she also believed that she would not see the police on duty playing Landlord when she stepped into the police station one day. Oh, yes, there were three policemen standing in front of the reception desk playing "Fighting Evil", and documents were scattered around, as if this was not a police station, but some kind of entertainment venue. The policemen who came in attracted their attention. One of them looked up, frowned, looked at them impatiently and asked:
"What are you doing?" "Uh," Alice paused instinctively, moved one foot back, "I... I'm here to call the police." This aroused the interest of the other two, but they did not put away their "fight against evil". They just looked up at Alice, and the policeman who had just spoken asked: "Call the police? What's the matter?" His tone was full of a sense of getting out of here. Alice swallowed her saliva before saying: "I, I was out for a while before, and when I came back, I found that someone came to my house to steal things..." She carefully considered her words, preparing to tell about Ella Sylvan and conceal everything related to "Cassandra", but her pause seemed to be misunderstood by the police, and the man continued to ask: "What was lost?" His tone seemed to be a little softer, and the other two policemen put the cards in their hands face up and finally began to listen attentively. What was lost...did she not have time to steal it? "Uh," Alice was confused for a moment. She really didn't think of checking this question. She turned her head to look at Ella Sylvan, and only answered after she shook her head, "No, nothing was lost." "If nothing was lost, then why are you here?" The policeman who spoke became impatient again. The other two policemen looked at the two of them. The policeman who sat closer to the inside suddenly laughed and stopped his colleague: "Wait, Reed." "She seems a little familiar..." So Reed and another unknown policeman looked at him together, and Reed asked: "Have you seen her, Brooks?" "I'm not sure...well, let me look for it. "Brooks replied. After he finished speaking, he gathered the scattered documents on the table, as if he was looking for something. Alice watched him flip through a pile of documents for a while, then pulled out a document from the middle, opened it, and pulled out a sketch from it. He walked out from behind the reception desk, walked to Alice with the sketch, stood in front of her, looked around, and whispered: "Bryer Rose, 36 Welsh Street... Is that you?" He showed Alice the portrait. It was a sketch, and Alice recognized at a glance that the face in the painting was the one she had pinched, and she suddenly had an extremely uneasy premonition. "What's wrong?" She asked cautiously. Brooks didn't speak. In Alice's confused eyes, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, put one end on Alice's wrist, and gently buckled it. With a "click" sound, he smiled and said to her: "You are under arrest, Miss." "?" "Alice's eyes widened instantly, "Why!"
It was not difficult for Alice to break free from the handcuffs, and it was certainly not difficult to escape. She could even make no one remember that she had been here today - but she wanted to know why. What do you mean she was arrested...? "Oh," Brooks looked at Alice with a half-smile, turned over the document and said to her, "The owner of No. 36 Welsh Street reported to us that her tenant owed rent. After looking for it, we found that no one had lived in the house for several days. After investigating, we came to the conclusion..." He paused, then continued: "You may have escaped because you didn't pay the rent." "...Ah?" Alice looked at him blankly. "But we have received direct orders..." He continued, "All decisions regarding No. 36 Welsh Street need to be found first...well, first find someone from the Church of the Night." Alice blinked. Brooks smiled and continued to tell the subsequent developments: "You should know what I mean - we reported this matter, and the final result is that you should have indeed run away to avoid paying the rent." "?" Alice felt a question mark slowly appearing above her head, "I... your mother's." In excessive shock, she replaced the swear word with a more civilized one. However, this national quintessence came from her real mother tongue, that is, Chinese. Brooks did not seem to understand or care about the connotation of this sentence - after all, anyone with a discerning eye knew that it was a swear word. Anyway, Brooks smiled and said to her: "I'm sorry, miss, but you may have to stay here for a while. We have to report your case and contact your previous landlord... Well, I believe this is a misunderstanding. You are not leaving because you don't pay the rent, right?" It was a reasonable request. Alice opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing. She turned to Ella Sylvan in anger and said angrily: "Get out!" Ella Sylvan paused and said hesitantly: "Yes." After this, she obeyed Alice's wishes and turned to leave the police station. After Ella Sylvan obediently rolled out, Alice gritted her teeth and said with gritted teeth: "Uncuff me!" "I assume you know that you can't stop me if I want to run." This is the fact. Brooks smiled and uncuffed her handcuffs and apologized to her: "Well, sorry... do you want to go with me... uh, to the reception room? " Alice accepted the proposal and followed Brooks into the reception room. Before leaving, Brooks asked her: "Do you need a drink?" No, I don't. You adults all like to drink coffee and black tea...By the way, did I miss breakfast? Uh, forget it, let's talk about it later... Alice blinked and made an impossible request to Brooks:
"Do you have ice cream?" "...No." Brooks looked at her with a puzzled look before answering. This was an unsurprising answer. Alice waved her hand to let him go out, and then fell headfirst on the sofa in the reception room. After looking at her with hesitation, Brooks turned and left the reception room. (End of this chapter)