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124 Chaos Walker

Returning to the real world, Alice collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and whispered to herself,

"Klein is also Sequence 4...

"Well, tomorrow, let's go to Ian's place and get the painting back. After all, Selwyn's matter has been over for several days…

"Once I return from the captain's wedding, I'll be preparing to advance to Sequence 3... Uh, speaking of which, how do I play the role of 'Chaos Walker'?

"Oh, right, there's also Klein's secret doll..."

Alice frowned and sat up in bed again.

Having seen Amon's clone and Klein's secret doll, Alice naturally knew that the fate of beings like clones and secret dolls would overlap with their masters.

The required conditions are probably deep parasitism and complete control - Leonard can be used as a counterexample. For Alice now, if she observes carefully, she can find Pales who is obscured by Leonard's fate.

The two of them are not one and the same.

But Klein's secret doll had undoubtedly overlapped with Klein in terms of fate. After seeing Klein use Ludwell to absorb Medici, Alice realized the possible consequences.

——The evil spirit of an angel king cannot be completely unresponsive to fate. He must be able to sense the connection between the fate of the doll and its master, and thus find the master of the doll!

...Klein, you have brought upon yourself an Angel King!

Alice closed her eyes painfully and opened them again. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to wait until Klein finished seeing the psychiatrist before stimulating him.

…

When Ian saw Alice again, he was as horrified as expected.

Alice was not in the mood to amuse the child this time. When they were the only two left in Billiard Room No. 3, she said to Ian,

"Give me back the painting."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief, immediately smiled, and said to Alice:

"Please wait a moment, I'll get it for you!"

Then Alice saw Ian put up the bench, climb up and take down the painting.

She looked at the rickety bench and was moved for a moment, then looked at the painting in Ian's hand and finally decided not to let him fall.

Ian, who didn't know he had dodged a bullet, delivered Alice's words and said eagerly:

"After I got the painting from you, I hung it in this billiard room. Everyone who came here saw the painting."

Alice looked at his enthusiasm, hesitated for two seconds, took the painting, stood up, patted his shoulder and said,

"Well done.

"Next time I need help, I'll call you again!"

Ian's body froze for a moment. Alice looked at his ugly face and asked him, pretending to know nothing:

"What's wrong? You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Ian pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, and responded to her:

"No, I'm just too excited."

"That's good." Alice waved goodbye to him with a smile.

…

When July 1st arrived, Klein had not yet returned from the Southern Continent.

Of course, this doesn't matter. He traveled to the wedding, but not in his original appearance - he was worried that Benson and Melissa saw their relatives resurrected from the dead.

In the end, Klein did not show up as anyone's male or female companion. He took his own blank invitation, wrote his name on it, and blended in with the ordinary guests.

It took Alice some time to find Klein. She looked at him with a strange expression for a while, and then began to stare at the guests who were looking at her with strange eyes one by one.

——This kind of white robe and no shoes seems a bit too trendy in Tingen.

Halfway through her staring, Alice suddenly felt someone was looking at her. Confusedly, she searched for the source of the gaze and finally found the captain in the ceremony area.

The gaze met her from a distance, then slowly moved down and finally landed on the ice cream in her hand.

Alice also lowered her head to look at the ice cream in her hand and blinked slowly.

...Which one is this?

She gave an innocent smile to the ceremony area, but Dunn only stared at her for a few seconds before looking away and communicating with the clergyman next to him whom Alice didn't recognize.

Alice stared at the two of them, time passed silently, and the wedding began as she gazed.

The ceremony went smoothly without any problems. Watching Ms. Daly and Captain Dunn say "I do" with the MC's blessing, Alice felt a sense of trance. She searched the crowd and then simply contacted Klein through her spirituality:

"Do you think this wedding was invented by Emperor Roselle?"

Klein hid in the crowd and fell into deep thought.

The following steps were similar to the wedding in Alice's memory. Alice waited patiently until the end of the banquet. After the banquet, she approached Klein and asked him in his puzzled gaze,

"Did you find your doll?"

Klein shook his head in confusion.

Alice met his gaze and told him carefully:

"The fate of the puppet is linked to the fate of its master... Enzo, who was left behind by you, is a little easier to deal with. After you took the initiative to release the control, he is just a corpse.

"But Ludwell... Putting Medici's evil spirit into Ludwell's body is indeed a genius idea, but...

"Are you ready to be visited by an angel king?"

Klein's expression froze as Alice spoke. He froze and asked hesitantly:

"…Is it that serious?"

Alice nodded solemnly.

Klein frowned, thinking that since even Alice took this seriously, it must be something serious. Alice glanced at him, then suddenly remembered Sharf who had been left behind. She slapped her head and said,

"By the way, I've prepared a gift for you to advance to Sequence 4..."

"What?" Klein subconsciously became nervous. He was not very impressed by the "gift" Alice mentioned, and his eyes became alert when he looked at Alice.

Seeing his expression, Alice immediately covered her heart with her hands, looking heartbroken. Klein couldn't help but twitch his mouth after just one look, and raised his hand to hit her.

Alice returned to normal before Klein's hand came down, and replied,

"I have prepared a doll for you... a 'craftsman'."

Klein was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted:

"You're not talking about the 'craftsman' who had problems before, are you?"

"That's him," Alice nodded, "but Ms. Hermit and Mr. Hanged Man seem to be planning to investigate something through him... Well, I'll go ask them first. If they need anything else, I'll ask them to give you a secret doll!"

Klein opened his mouth and then closed it again, then asked,

"Why do you want me to turn that 'craftsman' into a puppet?"

Alice looked back and answered confidently, "He looked at me with a disgusting look...you know what I mean."

After a moment of silence, Klein said with a strange expression:

"Okay, I think I know...

"About the new doll... do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I know," Alice rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, few pirates are good people anyway..."

That's true… Klein glanced at Alice, exhaled, and sighed:

"Will Medici really come after me?"

"Don't worry." Alice patted his shoulder with sympathy and comfort. "Amon, that was a special case. As for Medici... I don't think you are qualified enough for Medici to target you."

Klein showed an expression of disbelief. Alice glanced at him, thought for a moment, and added,

"But He might use you... Well, you'd better be careful. If He really wants to embarrass you, don't forget that you have someone protecting you!"

"…Okay." Klein nodded with mixed feelings.

…

"Sequence 3…" In the study, Alice pushed the beaker of potion with a dark look in her eyes.

Although the potion still had an indescribable attraction to her, Alice was able to retain a certain degree of rationality in front of the potion, and carefully observed the potion in front of her despite the interference of the strong attraction.

The Chaos Walker potion was like a bowl of colorful quicksand, or, Alice would prefer a more appropriate term, she felt that the beaker contained something like oil paint.

But unlike normal oil paints, the different colors in this potion did not mix together, but remained separate.

They cannot be said to be clearly divided, because the boundaries between different colors have long been blurred and intertwined with each other, but they each defend their own territory, dividing a potion into many pieces of different colors.

Alice tried it, but even if she stirred it or shook the beaker, she couldn't get the colors to mix, which made her a little confused.

——Why is the potion called "Chaos Walker" but so clear?

Alice tilted her head and frowned slightly, then stopped thinking and drank the potion in one gulp.

Fortunately, although the taste of the potion is indeed unpleasant, it is not like oil paint, which has a pungent smell of greasiness and bitterness. It will not make people feel nauseous as soon as they put it in their mouth or even smell it, but it is still within the range of being swallowable.

The cold and sticky potion fell into the mouth and quickly slid across the throat like a soft snake and disappeared into the body.

Alice felt that her spirituality was suddenly elevated, and she seemed to be in that long river of shimmering waves again. She knew that was the long river of destiny.

Before she could react, a huge wave hit her. Alice felt that she was suddenly wrapped up by something. Then, in the hazy light and shadow, she glimpsed two selves.

One was the scene in her dream. She was only a few years old, lying on a hospital bed. There were people surrounding her, softly calling her "Huanhuan", hoping that she would wake up.

One was in the study, where Alice saw herself slumped in a chair with faint white scales on her body.

She looked at the unconscious little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, with admiration and nostalgia.

Are you eager to go home?

--No, not really.

Do you miss the world in the past?

——Actually, I don't miss you.

Alice had almost never accepted the fact that she was Shen Yinghuan, and therefore she lacked a sense of belonging to both worlds. She was not as eager to go home as Klein, but she was also not attached to the present.

If possible, she would rather nothing had happened and she wouldn't have to care about anything or do anything.

...Maybe this can be considered homesickness?

Alice's attention lingered on the comatose self. The flowing river water enveloped her soul, bringing a suffocating feeling deep into her soul, as well as a feeling of powerlessness and sleepiness derived from the suffocation.

Alice knew what this was - she was facing a choice. She could choose to just fall asleep. Maybe she would never wake up again. She could enjoy an ordinary but carefree life in her dreams.

Of course, she can also choose to face the truth that is right in front of her and see the true face of the "Key of Light".

——She is very close to the throne.

Thinking of the Tarot Club, the City of Silver, the Moon City, and finally "Cassandra", Alice finally made up her mind, turned her eyes away, and reached out to grasp the invisible connection.

The faintly visible white scales on her body became clearer and clearer, and Alice's fingertips were getting closer and closer to her body. The constantly fluctuating river water swayed her, but it had the power to firmly fix her between her two selves.

Finally, Alice heard a cracking sound, and another beam of light quickly shattered, leaving only herself in Backlund.

Next, a huge suction force came from the body, and Alice fell into it all at once. She opened her eyes, and the white scales on her body disappeared silently, and the knowledge in the potion flooded into her mind.

Alice did not organize the knowledge. She allowed the vast amount of information to flow into her brain all at once. When the fluctuations in her spirituality finally subsided, she opened her eyes, exhaled slowly, and looked out the window.

She stood up, walked to the window, stretched out a hand, opened it in the sunlight, watched the light penetrate through her fingers, cast shadows on the ground and walls, felt the warmth of the sunlight, and whispered to herself:

"I'm just Alice.

"Alice came to Tingen City and knew nothing about the world."

She pursed her lips and silently gripped the windowsill with one hand. It was not until a few minutes later that Alice slowly raised her hand and then let go.

She broke off a piece of the windowsill and crushed it into pieces. When she opened her hands, the powder dripped from her hands and fell to the ground, forming a pile of ruins.

Alice looked at the gap and closed her eyes in pain. Then, a silver river appeared, connecting end to end, wrapping her and the windowsill.

The powder on the ground rose again like raindrops and fell back into her hands. Then, she clenched her hands again and put them back on the windowsill.

Alice then breathed a sigh of relief, loosened her grip, and was satisfied to see that the windowsill remained the same.

She took back her other hand, took a few steps back, closed her eyes and said:

"It seems that it is better to be an angel... At least when I encounter such a situation, I don't have to worry about losing money." (End of this chapter)