Sitting in the restaurant, cutting a steak with a table knife, Alice once again recalled her plan to make chopsticks. Materials for making chopsticks... Well, first of all, I should need two wooden sticks... Hey, if there was an earth civilization in this world, and her location was "Europe" relative to the earth's time, then, here would be Wouldn't there be an "East"? Alice beckoned for a waiter. "Do you need anything, ma'am?" a waiter came over and asked. "Have you ever heard of...well, heard of a kind of tableware, which is like two small wooden sticks of the same length, put together, so..." Alice tried her best to describe the chopsticks to the waiter. The young waiter listened carefully to Alice's description, and finally shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, madam, I have never heard of this kind of tableware." "Okay, thank you." Alice sighed, waved her hand to indicate that the waiter could leave, then picked up her knife and fork and continued to fight with the steak on the plate. … On the other side, Mr. Fool, who had kicked Alice out of the gray fog countless times, passed the request of the non-existent Beloved to Miss Justice and asked Miss Justice to test whether the bookmark hidden in the manuscript existed. question. In the evening, Audrey, who completed the test with Susie's cooperation, truthfully reported her findings.
After confirming that there was indeed something wrong with the bookmark, Klein sat in the silent palace and pulled Alice up again. "We can now discuss how to get the 'blasphemy card'." Klein looked at Alice and said. After seeing Alice's eyes light up, he added: "You can't set fire to the museum!" Alice was instantly disappointed. She sighed, looked at Klein and said, "Okay, first of all...there should be no demigods among the guards sent by the Church of Steam. The only demigod in the exhibition hall is..." "Bernadette." Klein said solemnly. "That's right," Alice spread her hands, "Are you going to take away her father's relics under the eyes of a demigod? This newly minted magician?" Alice's words touched a certain nerve in Klein, and he suddenly realized that if he didn't perform magic, how could he be called a qualified magician? However, this is not the point now... … At night, in the restored Russell study, Bernadette sat on the stairs close to the ceiling, her hands around her knees, looking at the desk in the center, wondering what she was thinking. The crystal chandelier used for lighting on the ceiling has been turned off, and the surrounding candlesticks are not lit with candles. The study is dark, and Bernadette's figure is hidden in this darkness, blending in with the surroundings. Suddenly, she raised her head and saw a transparent, almost invisible face faintly emerging from the ceiling. The human face was smeared with oil paint to look like a clown. Bernadette looked at the weird human face on the ceiling looking down at the exhibition hall, her eyes constantly moving and scanning the entire exhibition hall. ——Of course he didn’t notice her. Extraordinary people with special abilities...or vengeful spirits? What was he planning to steal? The diary is not in this exhibition hall... Bernadette did not take the initiative to expose herself, but watched as the owner of the human face penetrated the ceiling and landed in front of the desk after confirming that there was no one in the exhibition hall. desk……? Could his purpose be the manuscript? Bernadette stood up, walked quietly down the stairs, and approached the transparent figure. Klein stretched out his hands without noticing, grabbed the bookmark in the creative manuscript inside the glass cover, and the other closest bookmark, and wrapped them in his spirit body.
Then, Klein, who was relieved, stretched out his hands again and grabbed other bookmarks. ——A pea vine quietly fell on his hand. At the same time, a soft but emotionless female voice sounded behind him: "Why do you want to get the bookmark?" … "I think we actually don't need to consider Bernadette." Alice said, knocking on the table. "Why?" Klein asked doubtfully. "Because it's useless to think about it," Alice raised her eyebrows, "Do you know what abilities she has? Do you think it's possible for you to defeat her?" Klein fell silent. "Until she takes the initiative to show up, we can all assume that she does not exist." Alice said, holding her chin. "Then what if she shows up on her own initiative?" Klein asked with a frown. "Then let her think you know her, or her father, even if you've got the 'blasphemy card.'" Alice responded with a wink, "Well, you know what I mean, right?" … "Why did you only take the bookmark?" The female voice sounded again. Klein slowly turned around. The intertwined pea vines formed a hammock-like seat, and Bernadette was sitting on it, swaying gently with the pea vines. Klein looked at this fairy tale-like scene and chuckled: "It seems that your father has told you a lot of our fairy tales." The shaking seat stopped, and Klein noticed that the pressure on his body suddenly became heavier. Bernadette's no longer soft voice sounded: "What is your relationship with The Fool?" Bernadette didn't get the answer she wanted. After looking at her deeply, the figure in front of her disappeared instantly. … No. 18 King's Avenue, in the storage room of a wealthy businessman. Alice stopped throwing and catching the master key. She no longer leaned against the wall like a boneless person. Instead, she stood up straight and looked at Klein, whose eyes were rejuvenated and the corners of his mouth were smiling. She shook the master key in her hand as a gesture. … "According to your description, this master key seems to be cursed... I'm worried that you will get lost in some strange place with it." After listening to the operation of the master key to trap the previous two, Alice showed a speechless expression. "...Maybe, you can try it?" Klein asked hesitantly, "As a 'lucky person', you may be better than me with it?" "Maybe I can leave a whole body?" Alice asked back. "It shouldn't be," Klein showed his blind trust in Alice, "Whether you are the potion material of the mercury snake or the mercury snake is your potion material, you should become a sequence 1 before you die." Alice suddenly wanted to pick up something and throw it at Klein, even if their bodies were not actually above the gray fog. … After Klein and Alice cleaned up the ceremony site, they used divination to determine the direction, and then used the master key to continuously open walls and doors, walking in a straight line.
Until a smell of blood entered their respiratory tract through the air.