Klein... Klein was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Without the psychological quality that he had developed in his later years, nor the facial control ability of the clown potion, anyone could see how frightened Klein was. Unfortunately, Alice, who was covering her eyes, could not personally experience this fear. She asked in confusion, "Why don't you answer me?" ... What should I answer? Instead of considering whether to tell Alice that he was the Fool, Klein decided to try to steer the topic in a safer direction. "Isn't the Fool one of the tarot cards? Why do you suddenly ask this?" "..." Alice didn't speak. Klein's voice was obviously full of forced calmness, and coupled with the silence just now, Alice was sure that he must know something other than the tarot cards. Alice was not a considerate girl. If asking questions could achieve her goal, she didn't mind continuing, but she knew that in the absence of knowing anything, it was already a very dangerous temptation just now - she must not go any further. Of course, the main reason was that it didn't seem to be an idea that was approved by the spirit.
Besides that, after confirming that the place in her memory really existed and that there were even people in this world who came from that place besides herself, Alice had no more questions. The lunch ended in a strange atmosphere. Alice had no intention of breaking the silence, and Klein still hadn't been able to completely collect his mind from the previous emotional shock, so he had no intention of looking for a topic. ... In the afternoon, Alice stepped into the Nighthawks headquarters again and met Old Neil under the guidance of Dunn. "Are you the lucky one?" The old gentleman with gray hair and classical black robe was sitting at the table. He looked up from the book illuminated by the gas lamp and looked at Alice with an amazed look. Alice was not unfamiliar with this look. In fact, everyone who had heard her story would look at her with this look - whether it was the lucky Sequence 7 who accidentally fell to death, or the ordinary people who accidentally swallowed the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 7 and became Beyonders, they were all full of the black humor of fate. "Good afternoon, Mr. Neil." Alice politely greeted the mysterious peeper who was said to have rich knowledge of mysticism and a long career. ——Then, she saw a pair of eyes. Those eyes were hidden in the thick darkness behind Old Neil, just staring at Old Neil quietly, the darkness spread from the eyes, and was swallowing Old Neil bit by bit. If he continued like this, he would be surrounded by darkness like the captain... No, it would be worse than this! The captain was just surrounded, but he would be swallowed directly! Alice restrained her desire to rush out of the door, and tried to pull her facial muscles to make the originally stiff muscles flexible again, revealing a bright smile without any haze. ...Can't stimulate him. "Sit down," Alice heard Old Neil say, "Would you like a cup of hand-ground coffee?" "Thank you..." Alice walked forward and sat on the stool, "You don't seem to drink it?" Alice noticed the clear water in the cup. "Haha, this is my habit. I don't drink coffee after 3pm." Old Neil explained with a smile. "Why... well, because I can't sleep?" Alice guessed. "Yes, I will hear some inexplicable whispers." Old Neil replied with a smile. "..." Alice almost couldn't help but take another look at those eyes. She forced herself to hold back and changed the subject. "The captain said I can start studying the mysticism course. What should we start with?"
As Alice spoke, she showed her curiosity - she poked her head at the contents on Old Neil's desk, trying to see what was on it. "I heard that you have already learned... what are you reading?" "What is that?" Alice's eyes fell on the yellowed pages, and the reason why she stayed there was quite simple - she knew this kind of text! This kind of square characters that are completely different from the Loen characters - simplified Chinese. "This? This is the diary of Emperor Roselle." Old Neil's tone sounded as if he was expecting Alice to ask him how he knew it was a diary. "Emperor Roselle?" Alice recalled the information about this person in her mind, "Is that the one who invented many things and copied... wrote many books?" The word "copy" that came out of her mouth clearly showed Alice's true thoughts - after learning about the life of Emperor Roselle, she was sure that this Emperor Roselle also came from that mysterious place and chose to copy... uh, move the wisdom of the predecessors. "That's right," Old Neil, who was not asked, was not discouraged, "This is the diary that Roselle Gustav lost before his death. In order to keep it secret, he used strange symbols invented by himself to record it." Alice put on a posture of listening quietly. "Because many people believe that he is not really dead, but has become a hidden god, there have always been cultists who worship him and hold various rituals to try to gain power. We occasionally encounter such things and obtain a few original or copied notes. "Because until today, no one has been able to decipher the true symbolism of those special symbols, so the 'Holy Temple' allows us to keep the copy for research, hoping to have unexpected surprises. "I have interpreted several of the symbols and confirmed that they are numerical expressions, and found that this is actually a diary! Well, I am comparing the historical events of different dates at that time, especially the events around the emperor, with the records of the diary corresponding to that day, so as to interpret more symbols." The old man's shining eyes seemed to be full of "Praise me quickly", so Alice gave her praise without hesitation: "What a genius idea!" Old Neil smiled reservedly, pushed the yellowed pages over, and asked: "It seems that you are very curious about them, do you want to see them?" So Alice, whose wish was fulfilled, picked up the diary without hesitation and exclaimed: "Really? Can I see it? Mr. Neil, you are so nice!" Alice noticed Old Neil's joy with satisfaction, so she began to browse the diary attentively. "November 18th, what a magical thing. A whimsical experiment and an accidental mistake allowed me to discover a poor guy trapped in a storm and lost in the depths of darkness. He could only get a little closer to the real world during the full moon every month, but he still couldn't send his cries in. He was lucky. He met me, the protagonist of this era."
