"Lairvus possesses the divinity of the true creator," Klein explained immediately before Alice, who was called over for no apparent reason, asked, "The church will arrest Lanlvus here tonight. ” Alice looked at the happy clown mask on Klein's face, and a moment of trance flashed across her eyes. Although she actually left Tingen City for less than a month, when she recalled her life in Tingen City, Alice always had the feeling that it happened in her previous life. ——That’s right, after all, she did die once. Alice turned around and looked towards the dockworkers' association dormitory. She was about to say something to Klein, but animation-like scenes flashed before her eyes. Alice stared, and she saw an image wearing a linen shirt, ordinary features, and round-rimmed glasses. It's Lanruth! Alice watched this figure walking down the dim stairs, his expression indifferent and calm. Suddenly, his signature sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became cold. He seemed to say something, and then he pulled away his eyes. Linen shirt. Before Alice could see what was under the shirt, the scene disappeared and another took its place. Alice saw ditches flowing with sewage, dark and dirty passages, and metal pipes that were a little rusty.
The scene pulled in, and Alice saw Lanreus running wildly in the cramped, closed passage. He ran, spun, and jumped in the dark maze underground. He seemed to be very familiar with every pipe underground. The third scene still took place in a narrow sewer. Lanerwus, who was running wildly, stopped instinctively, leaned back, and a tarot card was fiercely inserted into his right chest. Immediately afterwards, Alice saw a medium-sized man in a worker's uniform. He wore a mask with a raised mouth and a red nose. Is it Klein? Before she had time to think about it, the fourth scene appeared in front of Alice's eyes. Klein was standing in front of Lanervus's headless body, wearing a black glove on his left hand, holding half of a deck of tarot cards hanging directly above Lanervus' body. Then, Klein let go of his palm and let the tarot cards fall down, covering the headless corpse like leaves. Some of them were facing up, with pictures and numbers painted on them, and some were painted with pictures and numbers. The back is dark red with faint patterns. This was the last picture. As it dissipated, the dock workers' association dormitory reappeared in front of Alice's eyes, and only a moment passed. Alice turned to Klein and looked at him thoughtfully - based on her understanding of Klein, she seriously doubted that Klein had no time to clean up the scene, which led to the last scene. Klein looked at Alice blankly and asked nervously, "What's wrong?" After Alice stared at Klein for a few seconds, she took out a deck of tarot cards and handed it to Klein. "...I have this too." Klein took it hesitantly. "It's different," Alice shook her head, "Absolutely no one can divine me from up here." "Huh?" Klein felt like he had many questions, but he wasn't sure which one he should ask first. "Listen to me," Alice continued, "go to the sewers and wait for Lanervus, and then... I have some opinions on your final scene arrangement." "What?" Klein's eyes were blank. "You put the 'Wheel of Fortune' card and the 'Fool' card in the center," Alice replied, "Go quickly and don't ask so many questions." Before Klein could ask any more questions, they lost the ability to speak together.
The gas street lights in the front area were instantly extinguished, and the area was completely enveloped in darkness. Immediately afterwards, the familiar fear burst out from the darkness and enveloped them. Klein couldn't help but tremble all over, his legs were weak, and his back was bent. Alice's... excessive spiritual intuition made her condition much worse than Klein's. Of course she knew what it was - it was a crushing from the personality and the essence of life! She had felt it in all the extraordinary beings who were higher than her, but the last one gave her this feeling... No, without the previous one, the goddess never leaked her aura in her dream, and the others, not even the mercury snake, could compare to that aura! That's divine! When the fear from the depths of spirituality disappeared, and the crushing personality disappeared, Alice immediately looked at Klein: "Are you sure that Lanervus only has the divinity of the true creator?" Klein didn't speak, and he looked unsure. Alice, who was accustomed to complaining, saw that Klein had no clue, so she had no choice but to say: "Pull out the 'Wheel of Fortune' card and the 'Fool' card separately, and then let's go to the sewers." … In the sewer, Alice stretched out her hand to stop Klein: "It's almost here." Klein hesitantly glanced at Alice, who had her eyes closed. He couldn't understand what Alice had gone through during this period of time to become such a... charlatan. Although it’s not like he has never played the role of the magic stick in the Fortune Teller Club, Alice doesn’t look like one at all! But Alice didn't care about Klein's mood. She pulled him here, in addition to Lanerwus, more to confirm another thing. ——Even if it wasn't Lan Ervus, but someone else was blocking the fighting opportunity in front of him, Alice would still find the opportunity to come over and have a look. Alice glanced at Klein, who still didn't know what he was going to face, and chuckled, "Next, the task of the frontal battle will be handed over to you." "Huh?" A question mark slowly appeared above Klein's head. "I need to confirm something... Well, it's not that I won't help you, but I need you to help me attract his attention." Alice blinked and looked at Klein. In the dark sewer, they couldn't see each other's expressions, but Klein knew what Alice's expression was now without thinking. Out of the weird mentality of "my fellow countrymen will never cheat me", Klein finally agreed to this matter. ... After waiting for an unknown period of time, Lanevus finally appeared in the sight of Alice and Klein. Klein decisively threw out a tarot card, and Lanevus instinctively stopped and leaned back. Alice pressed the pause button. It's not appropriate to say this, maybe it should be called the slow motion button? But this doesn't seem to be completely appropriate. - At this time, in front of Alice, the concept of time seemed to disappear temporarily. Alice was not unfamiliar with this state. In fact, the last time she saw it was just a few days ago - the demon dog whose jumping action was broken down into frames.
