Alice first saw an island. The picture zoomed in, and a magnificent bell tower appeared in front of the island. It should be a church. The holy emblem was that of the "Lord of Storms". The architectural design of the bell tower was very bold, with red, blue and yellow intertwined, which made people feel... The feeling of light up. The picture moves backward along the bell tower, and finally to an alley behind the church, where it freezes on an ordinary house. This was not a bridge. Alice was confused. When the noise of reality poured in, Alice realized that the divination was over. She could only watch the pictures unfold before her eyes in confusion. "What do you mean..." Alice frowned, full of confusion, "I, I should go find that room first?" She pursed her lips and walked forward, whispering as she walked: "Maybe I should look for that church..." Alice returned home with random thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to draw what she saw. This was not difficult, but she had transferred most of the painting tools, including paints, to Klein's Source Castle. If she didn't plan to solve the problem with scrawled sketches, she probably needed to ask Klein for help. Alice decided without much hesitation to ask Klein to send her things down. After all, it was not like Klein didn't know that she was going to set up a stall under the overpass. What's more, Alice doesn't think that only line drawings can help people identify the origin of the church - you know, many churches actually look similar.
She told Klein about this matter. This afternoon was Klein's rare free time. He had finished his messy classes, appeared at the banquet for the first time, and was now waiting for an invitation. The leisurely Klein came above the gray fog and listened to Alice's appeal. After feeling his remaining spiritual power, he did not directly call Alice up, because that meant that his remaining spiritual power would not be able to guarantee his safety. He made an appointment with Alice for the ceremony at eight o'clock in the evening. Next, he went back to rest and regain his spirituality, while Alice lay down to sleep. Alice woke up on time at eight o'clock in the evening, and then got up to prepare for the ceremony. Klein also appeared above the gray fog at eight o'clock in the evening. After waiting for a long time, Alice was not seen, so he asked tentatively: "Alice? What are you doing? Asleep?" Alice looked at the half-arranged ceremony and told the truth: "Didn't you say eight o'clock? I'm arranging the ceremony..." Klein blankly withdrew his spirituality above the gray fog and looked forward, his heart filled with confusion. ——Mr. Fool, who has never been out with a procrastinator, cannot understand that arriving at eight o'clock and going out at eight o'clock are the same thing. Fortunately, it didn't take long to prepare for the ceremony. Klein finally waited for Alice above the gray fog. He threw down what Alice wanted. Finally, he suddenly remembered and shouted to Alice: "By the way, give me the extraordinary properties of that 'puppet', and then I will take you to transfer the shares of the bicycle when you have time." This was something they had agreed on early in the morning. Alice suddenly remembered it. After packing her things, she asked directly: "Then shall I arrange the ceremony now? Well, you'd better take me to transfer the shares quickly, because I don't know when I will forget about it." This was a rather euphemistic way of saying it. Klein dismissed it after hearing it. He felt that Alice would forget everything in the next second. "Let's arrange the ceremony now," he responded, "I will take you to transfer the shares tomorrow." So Alice re-arranged the sacrificial ceremony. While placing the essential oils, she couldn't help but ask Klein: "Why did you choose these herbs? Did you like their taste?" Klein replied silently: "No.
"Actually, I just try to choose the most relevant herbs among the herbs I know." After Alice was silent for a moment, she took the initiative to change the topic: "You know, I sometimes feel that the process of setting up a ceremony is like mixing perfume... although I have never seen the perfumer. "I sometimes wonder if saying the names of herbs when reciting a spell is like introducing perfume to the gods? In this case, why can't we just say..." Her voice paused, and then she cleared her throat before continuing: "This is the perfume I prepared for you. The top notes are night vanilla and moonflower, the middle notes are sleep flower and rose, and the base notes are lemon and mint..." Klein lowered his head above the gray fog and meditated. The several herbs Alice reported are the ones that the goddess likes. It can be seen that she is very familiar with these herbs, and she is never as perfunctory as when she performs rituals with him - Klein has seen her use herbs many times. Wrong. I always feel that she is used for whatever she wants, whichever is cheaper... Klein shook his head and quickly thought of a response: "But if you do this, no gods will respond to you." Oh, yes, whether the gods are willing to respond is actually the key to a ceremony... Alice sighed and gave up her inspiration, concentrated on arranging the sacrificial ceremony, and then threw in the extraordinary properties of the "puppet". "I'll wait for you to come to me tomorrow." With that said, she lay down on the bed with peace of mind. During the day the next day, Alice didn't go out much. She was trying to draw what she saw yesterday. In order to facilitate identification, Alice's paintings were very detailed and the colors were as realistic as possible. She not only drew the clock tower, but also a miniature version of the island, the alley, and the house. After a little thought, Alice decided to start with the islands because she discovered that the thumbnails of the islands she saw actually revealed the shapes of the islands. The maps of this era are not as common and convenient as those in modern society, nor are they detailed enough, nor are they updated fast enough, but they are still there. After comparing the map with her, Alice finally successfully found her target and circled Olavi Island. Oh, by the way, she is in Mr. Fool's study at the moment - there is no way she can spend money to buy books. In order to prevent anyone from accidentally discovering her, Alice told Klein about this matter. I don’t know how Klein explained it. Anyway, the final outcome was that no one came to the study while Alice was browsing the information. This couldn't be better. Alice flipped through it carefully and found a geography-related magazine, where she found an introduction to Olavi Island. Olavi is located northeast of the Rhoad Islands. The straight-line distance is not far, but the safe channel is winding and winding, adding hundreds of nautical miles in vain. It was originally a primitive island with many extraordinary creatures and no human habitation. After the hunting era, the Kingdom of Loen used it as a place of exile for some prisoners, and Olawi Island gradually had villages and towns. When the islands further east were discovered and colonized one by one, relying on the convenience of waterways and the richness of their own natural resources, they attracted many new immigrants and established a relatively prosperous port city. While rummaging around, Alice remembered that she had been to this island. When Klein was pretending to be Admiral Emilius as Gehrman Sparrow, the location seemed to be here. She tried to recall it, but unfortunately, she did not remember that she had ever been to such a church. So Alice gave up. She picked up the painting of the clock tower. After all, she did not choose to go to Olavi immediately. After all, she and Klein had an appointment today. At 3:10 in the afternoon, gray-white mist enveloped Alice's eyes, and she heard Klein's voice saying to her: "Open the door."
"Eh? Why didn't he knock on the door..." Alice was a little surprised. She got up and went to open the door, but there was no one outside. She looked around blankly, trying to find a familiar figure. At this time, a cat meowed from beneath her feet, making her lower her head: "Meow~" Alice just didn't look at it and wanted to quibble. It was a black cat, but its fur was a dirty gray-black color, and there were many hairs that were even clumps. It was skinny, and Alice could tell it was a stray cat at a glance, but... "Klein?" she shouted in surprise, "How did you become... No, no, this is different... Is this a secret couple? No, it's not the same either..." Alice looked at the black cat in surprise. It was not like she had never seen a secret puppet since Klein was promoted to 'Master of Secret Puppet'. In fact, Senior turned into a secret puppet in front of her. But this cat is a bit strange. Unlike the secret puppet, Alice can feel that it is still alive, unlike the secret puppet, which is dead, but... Alice suddenly thought of something, and she exclaimed: "This is the possession of a 'resentful spirit'!" "That's right." The human voice came from the black cat's mouth. Alice raised her eyebrows after hearing this voice and asked curiously: "What should I call you now?" "Sherlock Moriarty," the black cat replied. "Oh~" Alice said in a longer tone, "It turns out to be Sheriff Black Cat!" Klein did not answer her words, but changed the subject coldly: "...let's go." Alice looked down at the cat and frowned slightly. In theory, if she wanted to travel with a cat, she should probably pick up the cat, but this black cat in front of her... It's a little too dirty. Alice hesitated for two seconds. Under Klein's confused gaze, she reached out and grabbed the cat by the back of the neck, closed the door and walked indoors. "What are you doing!" The black cat struggled desperately in Alice's hands. "I'll give you a bath." Alice replied expressionlessly. Klein's movements paused after hearing this answer. Then, he struggled even more horrified, shouting while struggling: "Alice! You're a girl!" "This is a cat," Alice looked down at the cat and reminded him calmly, "If you want to care about this, then I have to remind you that your close partner is actually naked with me now. The one in front of you - by the way, are you a male cat or a female cat? " Klein, or rather the black cat in Alice's hand, stopped struggling. It didn't lower its head to look, but felt it - it could be said that, in short, Alice got the answer to her question: "Male cat." Alice lowered her head and glanced at the black cat, then said after pondering for two seconds: "No, you are human."
"...You move faster." Klein gave up communicating with her, and also gave up struggling. He closed his eyes in her hands and began to pretend to be dead. When the water splashed onto the cat, Alice looked down at the still obedient cat in her hands, looking slightly surprised. Fear of water is a habit of cats. Now it seems that close cats may not have this characteristic? Alice scratched her chin thoughtfully, then unceremoniously increased the amount of water, applied foam, and mistook the cat in her hand for Klein—although in a sense it was Klein, and started rubbing it wantonly. After washing off the foam on the black cat, Alice confirmed one thing - bathing the cat like this really couldn't solve the clumping of hair. So Alice wiped the black cat dry and took it out again, put it aside, and went into the house to find a pair of scissors in Klein's confused eyes. "What are you doing!!!" Seeing Alice walking out with a pair of scissors, Klein jumped up in fear again. "I want to cut off the clumping hair on your body," Alice spread her hands, "It's already washed, it's a pity to give up halfway." Klein opened his mouth, and finally gave up stopping Alice, and closed his eyes and said to her: "Okay, hurry up." Alice nodded, and quickly and sloppily completed the task, and they got a black cat with uneven hair on its body. "Okay, where are we going... By the way, why did you have to turn into a cat to find me?" Alice asked as she walked out with the cat in her arms. "I'm worried that someone will find me because of you..." Klein tried to explain. Alice touched the black cat in her hand, and then silently withdrew her hand because of the uneven touch. She walked and said: "To be honest, for those who really need to monitor me, your worry is in vain." "...How many?" Klein asked hesitantly. "Adam, Goddess, Amon, Will Ausetin, 'True Creator', Ouroboros..." Alice opened her mouth and reported a lot of names. The black cat didn't speak for a long time, and Alice had to stop and reminded: "You haven't told me where to go." Next, Alice hired a carriage under Klein's guidance, sat in the carriage and guided the coachman forward, and finally, they stopped in front of an inconspicuous house in Hillston District. Alice reached out and knocked on the door, and a man who looked like an assistant came to open the door. Before the other party asked, Alice held up the black cat with uneven hair and fresh haircut. "I'm Sherlock Moriarty," the black cat said in her arms, "I want to see Mr. Isengard Stanton." "Here," Alice took her hand back and looked into the assistant's eyes and said, "It's what you see." The assistant's eyes showed a very obvious surprise, and then he calmly turned sideways to let Alice in. Alice walked into the door holding the black cat, and the assistant closed the door on her, and then said to her: "Follow me." (End of this chapter)