Chapter 528 Chapter 106 Fermentation

As she watched the other people disappear, Alice suddenly remembered what she had mentioned to Klein before - trying to see if she could pull people up during the Tarot session.

Alice blinked and realized that if she wanted to figure out the past relationship between the "Lord of Mysteries" and the "Key of Light", this might be a little bit of a sideways reflection.

...After all, maybe the "Lord of Mysteries" in the past really planned to use the "Key of Light" as the key to the Source Castle gate.

There was nothing in Emperor Russell's diary, or nothing new. After reading it, Alice put it down and mentioned this matter to Klein again, which neither of them took seriously:

"Klein, next time Tarot will let me try to attract someone... I have some things I want to confirm."

This was one of the rare moments when Alice was serious. Klein frowned and looked at her, but Alice made a "shh" gesture.

Seeing her like this, Klein knew what was going on. He didn't ask any more questions and just said to her:

"I'm leaving for Dixi tonight."

This was the itinerary that was planned after learning that Amon had come to Backlund. Unfortunately, it was delayed until Amon left before setting off. However, considering that he had no need to stay in Backlund, Klein did not change his mind.

Alice's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she said to Klein like everyone who has friends who are going on a trip:

“I’m going to have the local Disi pie and sweet iced tea from Disi!”

"...Okay." Klein accepted this request, which was a bit difficult for others.

Alice became happy and asked Klein about Ince Zangwill:

"Haven't you ever tried to divine the location of Ince Zangwill?"

Klein glanced at Alice and reminded:

"I would like to do divination, but I don't have his personal belongings, and I don't have any clues..."

Alice stopped talking and gave Klein a protective look.

…

"Another missing case?" The police officer on duty confirmed to his colleagues while looking through the files.

"Yes," the colleague across from me replied with a frown, "and the missing one is the mother of one of the children..."

The police officer on duty did not speak. He looked through the things compiled and recorded by his colleagues. The notes were very clear. The poor mother remembered the witch who asked about the wish-fulfillment before her child disappeared, and sighed with her husband. It would be great if there was really such a witch. ——so that she can make a wish to find her child.

The husband didn't take it seriously. Most people wouldn't take such a legend seriously. The mother actually just said it casually, but she didn't expect that she actually picked up a picture about wish fulfillment while shopping for groceries. Witch's leaflet.

The matter up to this point looks like a ridiculous fraud, or a child playing a prank. In short, no one will take it seriously, except the mother who is eager to find her child.

The mother actually showed this flyer to her husband, but he advised her not to believe these things. If she had time, it would be better to inquire about it, find a reliable detective, or make money to hire a detective.

- He also had little hope for the police.

So the mother gave up persuading her husband, but she did not give up on the matter. In her opinion, any possibility was worth trying. She insisted on finding the witch written on the flyer herself.

The husband couldn't persuade her, so he didn't bother to care about her. The mother took the flyer to find the existence of the witch the next day, and never came back after that.

The brief text description made the two policemen feel something was wrong. They looked at each other and one of them asked:

"Tell me, did those people do it?"

He didn't say who it was, but the other policeman obviously understood what he said, nodded solemnly and said:

"It's not impossible... sign up and give it a try."

…

Selwyn opened her eyes suddenly, and looked at the book on the table. The book with a dark blue cover slowly opened, and lines of silver text emerged:

"The police are aware of you."

Selwyn frowned immediately, her face becoming unhappy with her unwillingness and anger. As soon as she became agitated, her headache and murmuring came back to haunt her. She had to calm down temporarily through meditation, and then asked :

"Why so fast? I haven't had time to do anything yet."

——She really didn’t have time to do anything, she just killed five children and a mother out of impatience.

But "Cassandra" didn't want to comfort its owner, and only quietly gave advice:

"Let's find another place."

Selwyn frowned irritably and asked:

"Do I have to change it? I had a hard time sending out those flyers..."

"Cassandra" ignored Selwyn's expression that was distorted again due to irritability, it only calmly revealed lines of silver text:

"Unless you plan to be visited by official Beyonders."

Selwyn was of course reluctant when it came to this. She was not a fool. Knowing the existence of official Beyonders, she knew that a wild Beyonder like herself would never end well - not to mention she had killed someone before. .

"...I know." She replied.

…

"Dixi's pie uses more ingredients than Backlund's, but he likes to add some local spices. It will feel a bit strange in the first few bites, but once you get used to it, it will have a unique flavor..." Klein sat in the hotel room. Inside, I sometimes took a bite of the oily pie and sometimes drank some cool and refreshing sweet ice tea. I lived quite comfortably.

When he was full and full, he sighed, cleaned up the mess, and went out to buy a second helping of Dixie pie and sweet iced tea.

Afterwards, he transferred the Disi pie and sweet ice tea to the gray fog through a ritual, and then informed Alice above the gray fog:

"Alice? I've bought you some local pies from Dixi, please hurry up."

Klein informed Alice of the approximate time in advance. Alice on the other side had already set up the altar in advance. After receiving Klein's message, she immediately started the ceremony and got the Disi pie and sweet ice tea prepared by Klein.

After throwing the things into the gift channel, Klein watched the channel close, pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and couldn't help but mutter:

"...Why can't she come and buy it herself?"

Shaking his head, Klein closed his eyes and returned to the real world.

…

Alger walked around the "City of Generosity" Bayam several times to get rid of the imaginary stalkers and monitors before arriving at the "craftsman"'s house and ringing the doorbell.

When he first heard that the "craftsman" had contracted the disease for no apparent reason and that there were strange spies around him, Alger's first suspicion was the Witch Sect. However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the "craftsman" could not resist it at all based on his preferences. Unable to resist the temptation of beauty, there is no need for witches to make things so complicated. They can just hook their fingers and show off their charm, and they can make the other party explain everything and agree to everything.

Therefore, Alger thought that there was another reason for the matter, and it was necessary for him to come and take a look in person, lest the delivery of the magical item be delayed again, lest the characteristics and materials were lost inexplicably.

...Otherwise, even if "The World" lets me go and targets "Artisan", Miss Destiny will probably instigate "The World" not to let me go.

As for whether "the world" would listen to Miss Destiny, Alger didn't think deeply about it. In his opinion, it didn't matter at all, because the more "the world" disagreed, the less likely Miss Destiny would give up.

...No, from this point of view, it is best for "the world" to agree from the very beginning.

With a ding-ding-dong-dong sound, the door of the Craftsman's house opened. A middle-aged man with lean skin and slightly tanned skin glanced at Alger and said:

"Why are you here?"

This is none other than "craftsman" Scharf, who has been working with Alger for several years. His specific origin is unknown.

"Didn't you write a letter saying that you were sick?" Alger asked casually.

Sharf yawned and said, "It's better now."

Alger was startled for a moment, looked around and said, "Where are those strange snoopers?"

Sharf's eye bags were a little swollen, and his brown eyes showed a bit of exhaustion and impatience:

"Who knows? Anyway, it hasn't appeared again. Anyway, I will move soon. It's not very safe here."

Alger breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if nothing happens."

He paused and then said, "Won't you invite me in for a drink?"

"A guy like you who only pursues strength cannot appreciate good wine." Sharf grabbed his flaxen hair and stepped aside to get out of the way.

Alger walked in calmly, taking in most of the scene in his eyes just by raising his eyes.

Sharf's mansion is not as messy and dirty as most bachelors. Everything is neatly arranged, and there is no dust on the windowsill. After all, as a "craftsman", he does not lack money, but it is just a hindrance. Since many activities need to be kept secret, it is inconvenient to hire a large number of regular servants, so we have to hire help on an hourly basis.

With a glance, Alger found that there was no significant difference between this place and the last time he came here. The furnishings were extremely simple, with no expensive ornaments, paintings, or sculptures. It looked like a place where ordinary civilians lived.

Of course, Alger knew very well that Sharf could be called a rich man, but he just didn't care about so-called respectability. He could spend hundreds of pounds on a limited edition bottle of famous wine, and he could give away a house for keeping a mistress, but he would not buy expensive items. One penny is wasted on carpets, bone china tea sets, gold-inlaid cups and saucers, and famous oil paintings.

"A glass of Sunya blood wine." Alger's expression did not change, but he used words and body movements to show that he came in just to drink.

Sharf shrugged his shoulders and said, "You should be lucky that I don't have the habit of saving Lielangqi."

He walked to the small bar in the reception hall, took out a bottle of exquisite Sonia blood wine, and opened two glasses.

Alger found a sofa and sat down, taking this opportunity to raise his hands and pinch the back of his neck, as if to relieve the discomfort in his cervical spine. <

With the help of this movement, he naturally looked around and quickly examined the places he couldn't see just now.

Since Sharf was too lazy to arrange the decorations, Alger quickly completed the attempt and his eyes rested on the glass window of the cupboard in the distance for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, blood-moon grass, and monkey-faced leaves. What they have in common is that they are all types that are common in the southern continent but basically not found in the northern continent.

Alger withdrew his gaze and watched calmly as Sharf came over with a wine bottle and glass in his hand.

He reached out to catch it and chatted with the other party about various things at sea until the half bottle of Sunia blood wine was completely drunk.

Seeing this, Alger said goodbye with a smile and left here.

Five minutes after he left, Sharf, who was sitting quietly and feeling slightly tipsy, suddenly stood up, came to the stairs, and opened the wooden door leading to the basement.

"Did he suspect anything?"

"No."

"No matter what, this place is no longer suitable for you to live in. Move to us as soon as possible."

"I still have some commissions to complete."

"No need to complete them, anyway you won't contact them anymore, you have been reborn."

"Okay."

...

Apart from the western house, Alger sat on a bench in a garden of a family, pinching his earlobe with his right hand, listening to the words coming from the wind.

Sure enough, something went wrong...

Alger let go of his hand, his eyes darkened.

In the conversation he heard, Sharf even had the intention of running away. Alger knew that this matter could not be dragged on, but the other party did not seem to be someone he could solve, so he probably needed help.

...Who should he ask for help?

Alger first ruled out "The World". Although theoretically, the most reliable commission object in the entire Tarot Club was probably "The World", but if he asked for help from "The World", Alger was worried that "The World" would not only solve the problem, but also solve him together.

The second person to be ruled out was Alice. Alger had no doubt that an angel had the ability to solve the problem. Even if this angel seemed to know nothing, she could still get someone to solve it.

Obviously, Alice's problem is not her strength, but that she is probably not here to solve the problem.

There is no doubt that Alger chose the "Hermit" Cattleya.

However, we can ask Miss Fate to be a witness. She can pass the news to the "World". If the goods cannot be delivered next week, the "World" should be mentally prepared...

After making a decision, Alger closed his eyes and prayed to the Fool.

...

Alice did not refuse this matter, nor did she agree directly. She planned to go to see the fun if she was free at that time.

In this regard, Alger relatively understood Alice - she might not help or even deliberately make trouble, but if she was invited to see the fun, she would really just watch the fun.

As long as you can manage yourself and don't accept her messy suggestions.

...

Selwyn didn't have his own ideas, so "Cassandra" took her to a small city. There are at least a dozen similar cities in Loen. She was not noticeable for having only experienced one city.

Arriving in the new city, Selwyn rented a house as before. After confirming that "Cassandra" had no other reminders, she started printing flyers for "The Wish Witch" again.

She happily told "Cassandra": "With the experience of the last time, I will definitely be able to spread the news faster this time." (End of this chapter)