Alice did not speak. She carefully recalled the news, TV series, novels, short videos and other messy things she had seen, and finally said thoughtfully: "Maybe I can go find a maternity hospital and ask?" "What are you asking?" Klein was obviously stunned. Alice replied matter-of-factly: "Of course there are more premature babies or delayed babies?" This question confused Clay for a moment. It took him a while to realize that this was probably not the issue they were discussing. After hesitating for a moment, he did not point it out and asked again: "So do I still want to think about the last honorific?" "No need for the moment," Alice replied. Klein showed visible surprise, and Alice thought for a moment and explained: "I always feel like if I really need it, I'll figure it out myself when the time comes." They chatted for a few more words and then both returned to the real world.
… It cannot be said that Allen's continuous exploration of mysticism has not yielded any results. At least he has a goal in finding someone to learn the Hermes language. Whether it's the middle class and aristocrats who are interested in occult science, or various weird clubs, Allen has heard of many such examples. He made a list of these names and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he did not choose figures from the circle he was familiar with. The reason was simple, because most of the people who were interested in mysticism were young people. ——Only children have so much free time. When he thought of this, Allen couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't help but regret that his first two children were not very interested in mysticism, otherwise he wouldn't have to face such trouble today. However, Hermes is not only used in mysticism. This language is not uncommon in research in many fields such as history. Allen thought about it and added a lot of names to it. This time There are quite a few of Allen's peers or older people here. He had no intention of going directly to the door with that honorable name to find someone to translate. Even if the people he finally found were not very interested in mysticism, and some of them even did not believe that gods really existed, they would still feel that He was attracted to an inexplicable cult and reported himself to the church. ——This is inevitable. Allen's final decision was to hire a tutor to teach him Hermes. … "Learning Hermetic?" Islant Osisleka put down the coffee in his hand in surprise, "This doesn't seem like something you would be interested in, Alan." Isilant Osisleka has a baby-faced face that at first glance would make one think she was still in public school or grammar school. She has long black hair that reaches her waist and a pair of lake-like blue eyes. She is neither tall nor short. She is a psychiatrist, and her relationship with Allen is somewhere between a peer and a non-colleague. They can have a slight relationship, but they are not serious colleagues. Allen has communicated with Islant. Although they are not particularly familiar with each other, they can be regarded as friends. Allen knows that she is proficient in Hermes and often works as a psychology teacher for noble families. Last year, she taught Earl Hall’s daughter. Been a teacher. Allen smiled nervously. He felt that Esilante's eyes had a penetrating power, as if he could see him clearly from top to bottom. He didn't know if all psychiatrists were like this or if it was just Esilante. This is true for Silante, but he really doesn't like talking to Silante because of this - this is also the main reason why their relationship is not particularly good. Esilante seemed to be aware of this. She gave Allen a reassuring smile and said softly: "Don't be nervous, I'm just surprised...I heard something...well, something about you recently.
"Is that why you want to learn Hermetic?" Perhaps because the atmosphere around him was too warm, Allen felt that he gradually calmed down. He developed a slight trust in Islant, but he still had no intention of telling his true purpose and just nodded casually. Esilante seemed to have noticed something, but she thoughtfully did not ask any further questions. She just smiled tolerantly and said: "Okay, Alan. "I happen to have some time recently, um... how about one class a week? On what days of the week are you free?" Allen's movements paused. The number of sessions in this course was obviously not satisfactory to him. Islantes could tell and asked softly: "Well, how many more classes would you like to take?" Her words, her clothes, her words and deeds all seemed to have convincing power. Allen unconsciously got closer to him. He couldn't help but want to tell his true purpose: "Actually, I want someone to translate something for me, but I'm worried..." At this point, Allen hesitated again. He was not sure whether he should say it. Esilante sighed, looked at him with a concerned look and said: "It seems you've been in some trouble lately." Perhaps due to the mental pressure he endured for days, Allen had an inexplicable urge to cry. He couldn't help but want to tell what happened to him, but those experiences were so absurd that anyone who heard them would find them untrue, so Allen just He smiled miserably and stood behind the last line of psychological defense. Esilante took another sip of coffee, then chuckled: "What do you want to translate? Maybe I can help. "Is it related to what happened to you recently?" This is what can be said. Allen said in a daze: "It's an honorable name..." "Honorable name?" Islant repeated. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about her, but Allen's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and he became wary. He suddenly realized his strange trust in Esilante before, and was unwilling to say any more. Esilante stared at him for a few seconds. Seeing that he didn't answer, he said: "Okay... let's continue discussing the course. Are you in a hurry?" Allen nodded. Esilante showed a slightly embarrassed expression. She looked at Allen, frowned slightly, shook her head and said: "For the sake of us being half of the same class...two classes, no more. “I’m available on Wednesday afternoons and Friday, Saturday and Sunday. "However, it should be too late for class this afternoon." When saying this, Islant glanced at the time. In fact, it was not too late now. If they wanted to go to class, they should be able to go to class for a while before dinner, but Islant didn't want to be in such a hurry. Of course, this has no impact. Two lessons cannot directly change Allen's purpose. He is embarrassed again, but Esilante is very firm this time:
"I really can't add any more...Besides, if your purpose is just to translate, why can't you show it to me? "I think it's okay to translate a name for you, unless you're worried that I'll report you to the church? "Ha, you can't really believe in some evil god, right?" Islant said this as if he was joking, but Allen frowned in discomfort. He always felt that Islant's eyes were shining on him like searchlights when he spoke, and he looked back uneasily. Shrinking his body, he replied: "No." The voice was dry, as if it was squeezed out of the throat. Allen was not sure whether his difficulty in speaking was due to a guilty conscience or something else - he didn't know whether he was on the road to believing in the evil god, but he must have I don’t want this to be known to the church. Esilante frowned at this answer. She glanced at Allen and said in a soft but serious tone: "Ellen, I know you are worried about your wife, but there is nothing you can do about it. Even gods will not take care of every believer... Do you understand?" Allen was slightly startled. This was already a relatively obvious reminder. He looked at Isilante, but Isilante put down the half-drunk coffee, without even looking at the unfinished tea, and said to him softly. : "I'll come over again on Saturday." Allen nodded subconsciously, and Esilante picked up his bag, walked to the coat rack at the door and took off his coat, then turned around and said: “Alan…you are very keen, which is both an advantage and a disadvantage. "Some people will really like..." After a pause, she chuckled again: "For the sake of us being friends...if you really need help, you can come to me, okay?" Allen nodded subconsciously, so Esilante no longer hesitated and turned around to leave. … When Alice woke up from her dream, she realized that someone was trying to enter her dream. Alice did not stop him. She realized that the person coming was someone she was familiar with, so she relaxed and watched the figure wearing a red and black bishop's robe appear in her dream. "Archbishop Anthony?" she asked doubtfully. Anthony nodded as a greeting, and then said to her: "Remember Will Asceptin you told us?" Alice nodded, and the surrounding scene changed, finally stopping on a street. Archbishop Anthony took her into a house, and she was surprised to see two acquaintances sitting inside. "Ellen?" She looked at Archbishop Anthony in surprise and asked. Anthony nodded and motioned for her to continue reading. Sitting opposite Allen is a woman. She has long black hair that reaches her waist and a pair of lake-like blue eyes. She is neither tall nor short. Her face looks like she is still studying, but her clothes are very mature. Alice After hesitating for a moment between Allen having such an old daughter and keeping a female college student, he thought the latter was more reliable. "...Does the church still care about believers cheating?" She looked at Archbishop Anthony with some hesitation and asked doubtfully. In response, Archbishop Anthony just kept smiling, shook his head and said:
“We never interfere in the private lives of believers. "Of course, if a believer comes to the church to repent, we will appease him." After Alice looked at him for a few seconds, she felt that he might not want to pay attention to her, so she replied silently: "OK." Then, she silently looked away and continued to watch the excitement. She listened quietly to the conversation between the two people, and soon discovered that Esilante was not Allen's new mistress, but the tutor that Allen was planning to hire. She silently regretted her thoughts for a second. ...It was all caused by Gehrman Sparrow! After dumping the blame without any psychological burden, Allen happened to mention the honorable name that he wanted to translate. When Alice found that Allen was about to say the honorary name without any intention, she frowned and looked at Archbishop Anthony, wanting to She said something, but the other party just shook her head and she continued to listen. Alice then realized that the point of the matter was not here. She continued to listen patiently and listened to Islant's last words with doubts. Alice was not a fool. She heard the weirdness and hesitation in that sentence. She looked at Archbishop Anthony. The scene playing around her stopped. Archbishop Anthony finally chose to speak at this moment: "That's Esilante Osisleka, a member of the 'Psychological Alchemy Society' and currently a 'psychiatrist'." Alice's eyes widened. This is not good news. Alice does not have a good impression of this organization full of "audiences", or in other words, she actually has a bad impression of "audiences", mainly because of Adam. She didn't quite like the role of standing behind the scenes, peeping and arranging her, even though Adam might not have arranged for her. To be more precise, she didn't want to find out one day that she was being arranged. Archbishop Anthony seemed to have only so much to say. After reminding her of this, he took the initiative and said: "Is there anything you want to ask?" Alice realized that the subtext of this sentence was "I will leave if I have nothing to ask." She hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, someone is spying on Alan and Will Asceptin? Aren't you worried about being discovered?" "No," Archbishop Anthony shook his head, "We only monitored Allen, and we used sealed objects." Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could relax, Archbishop Anthony suddenly reminded her: "By the way, you don't intend to let Ourolius and Will Auceptin fight in the city, do you?" Alice turned to look at Archbishop Anthony. His smile was actually very gentle, but his tone was not a question. Alice clearly heard that it was a statement. "...Yes." She was forced to confirm, and then drew a crimson moon symbol on her chest. ——Obviously, she thought this was a warning from the goddess. Of course, even if it wasn't, Alice had no plans to do so after being reminded - she just didn't expect it because she didn't care, and she wasn't a murderer! Alice firmly believed this.
After receiving the promise, Archbishop Anthony did not continue. He glanced at Alice and asked politely again: "Do you have any other questions?" After Alice stared at Archbishop Anthony for two seconds, she remembered that they were in a dream and asked suddenly: "By the way... I remember that Sequence 7 of the 'Sleepless One' path is called 'Nightmare'. Can 'Nightmare' really eat dreams?" (End of this chapter)