Others, time travelers.

Klein knew that Alice's original intention in saying this was never to show her own sense of existence.

After all, her attitude is obvious enough.

After recognizing his identity as a time traveler, she didn't even think about breaking the relationship until she heard that detective's pseudonym that was too funny...

Just as it was difficult for him to feel much of being a fellow earthling in her words and deeds, she didn't seem to consider herself a time traveler.

She may think from the bottom of her heart that her past and the traces of her travels on the blue planet are not memories worth remembering, and there is nothing to be remembered for.

There is no plain love, no deep-seated hatred, it seems that there is only indifference that no longer cares.

Her hometown, the place she hoped to return to, and his wish remained parallel to each other without any overlap.

"Okay, that's it for my friendly reminder. I'll leave you with more in-depth thinking."

Alice stepped back, maintaining a polite social distance.

Klein suddenly felt regretful that he could not see through the gray mist to see her expression at this time.

He loosened his teeth that he had clenched for some time, exhaled softly and nodded:

"I see."

Alice talked about the possibility of other time-travelers. Although there was an intention to change the topic, it was not necessarily just a casual mention inadvertently. It was more like a hint that she already knew the answer...

What does she want to imply? Could it be that...she has actually discovered the identities of other time-travelers?

After deducing this possibility, Klein couldn't sit still, but when he asked her for confirmation, he encountered an unexpected wall.

"Instead of being curious about the results, it is better to trace back to the source, the cause that allowed you, Russell, and other possible 'travelers' to open their eyes and see the origin of this era." Alice turned her head and seemed to look around for a long time.

After a week, the fog dispersed, and then he smiled indifferently, "But, as I said before, the answers to these questions should be left to you to think for yourself. After all, it has nothing to do with me. I will come here...

…The reason for this world is entirely because someone called me by my real name. Therefore, if you want to go back, you don’t actually need to go through any complicated procedures.”

Suddenly hearing her mention going back to the original world, Klein couldn't help but be stunned. After that, it was difficult to concentrate on thinking about the transfer ceremony and this gray fog space:

"You already know how to go back?"

"Absolutely." Alice nodded lightly, "Most summoning rituals are like this. As long as the summoner dies or achieves the goal defined by the summoner during the ritual, the summoned object can return.

The original plane, or world. But unfortunately, I still don’t know who the summoner is, and I don’t know what he or she wants me to do... Well, since the summoner is obviously affiliated with the witch

The power is more likely to be a woman..."

Recalling the information she had casually mentioned a few days ago, Klein calmed down and tentatively said:

"And Trier, the capital of Intis, may have the clues you need?"

"Ah, yes, you reminded me." Alice whispered after hearing this, "I almost forgot to tell you that I will probably leave Backlund in the next few days to do some things."

Klein was stunned for a moment, seriously doubting whether he should mention this to her:

"I, I just said casually, you don't need to leave in such a hurry...and we have just received the first commission. As my assistant, you just abandon your work?"

"Assistant? Humph, that sounds nice, then you should pay me my salary." She blocked his mouth with a simple sentence.

"Salary...here, we..."

Alice sighed and counted on her fingers in front of him:

"I'm very busy... Tomorrow is the 19th. According to the schedule, I am going to inspect the territory, observe the living conditions of the people in the territory, and make timely adjustments to their work arrangements. The day after tomorrow, on the 0th, I should go and see me

Are the wage earners working hard, or are they taking advantage of my absence to be lazy? Then it comes to the 1st, and I will probably stay in the mirror world for two consecutive days, and will never go out unless there is anything important.

There are some other trivial arrangements..."

"Wait, stop." Klein couldn't keep up with her rhythm from the beginning, and repeated certain words in a stiff tone, "What do you mean by the territory and territory people you mentioned? Yes.

Those two concepts in my cognition?”

"Almost...well, although the form of existence is a little different from what you understand." At this point, she paused slightly, perhaps thinking about the right wording, "It was...cold, dark, and silent.

Paradise, sleeping in a sunken submarine canyon deep in the foggy sea, is definitely not a livable place for humans, but it is the best place to belong to the 'deep sea' completely, so I developed that underwater ruins into

It’s my own territory. Well, it’s pretty big.”

Klein tried his best to appear calm and only gasped secretly in his heart:

"So, what you call territorial citizens also refers to... marine creatures?"

"There are also a few sea-sworn ones." Alice nodded lightly and added, "These extraordinary creatures whose bodies and soul structures have been changed by the sequence potion are now the main force in the restoration of the ruins. Apart from their clumsy shortcomings, they are also

It’s very useful.”

"Sea Blessed Ones..." Klein silently chewed the ancient name of the "Sailor" potion, and a group of murloc-like creatures wearing yellow construction site helmets appeared in his mind at an inappropriate time, and they were busy moving among the underwater ruins.

Brick scene.

This is also... too...

After thinking for less than two seconds, he suppressed his sudden smile and allowed his curiosity to ferment and suggested to her:

"Lord, would you mind taking me along with you during the territory inspection tomorrow?"

"Don't you have a job? Well, investigate the theft case that occurred at the Sun Monk's house." Alice said, then crossed her arms and said in a thoughtful tone, "But to be honest, I have

I thought that person was very strange... You said, if a person discovers that his home is stolen, his first reaction under normal circumstances is to call the police? How could he just leave it like that and not think about the lost item until he meets the detective by chance?

Aroused to make a commission?"

Klein thought for a while and replied:

"Perhaps because he is a Sun believer, if he chooses to call the police, he is likely to receive prejudice and hostility from the Lord of Storms Church and believers. You know, the Southern District also falls under the jurisdiction of the Punisher, so I can understand him

of caution.”

Just like I wouldn’t go wandering around the northern area of ​​​​the Nighthawks’ activity range...

He added silently in his mind.

"You want to explain it this way...Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." She waved her hand and continued very naturally, "So is everything okay? Can you let me go and rest?"

Klein no longer had any hope in her perfunctory attitude:

"...Do you really think the conversation time is over? Don't you feel that something important is missing?"

"Well, what's the important part?"

If they were in reality without the gray mist covering them at this time, Klein believed that he would definitely be able to see the innocent expression on her eyes as she blinked, pure and innocent, like an ignorant girl who was truly unsophisticated.

But he knew very well that she was definitely avoiding this question on purpose!

Gritting his teeth and hardening his heart, Klein stared straight at the hazy face in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"You should tell me what your original name was."

Hearing this, Alice just tilted her head slightly and asked with a slight smile:

"Why don't you introduce yourself first, your previous name?"

If in reality, if he were bewitched by her predatory charm, Klein would really worry that he would fall for it.

But at this moment, he was very clearly aware of her cunning intention:

"No, you say it first, and I promise to tell you after you say it."

"No, you go first." Alice replied extremely briefly.

Realizing that the argument was developing into a quarrel between elementary school students, Klein promptly stopped speaking and stopped insisting that the other person speak first.

Just as he was thinking about how to pry out the witch's secretive real name from her mouth, he suddenly heard the girl ask:

"You really want to know my past?"

"Isn't this natural..." Holding back a little unexplained shame, he coughed lightly and replied in a low voice, pretending to be calm.

"Well, then, do you still remember the years before you traveled through time? How long have you been Klein Moretti?" she continued to ask.

"Why are you asking these questions? Are you doing a time-travel census?" After complaining, Klein honestly explained his situation, hoping that she would give some different reactions.

Sure enough, after listening, Alice seemed to hold her chin and think for a while, then nodded her head and spoke:

"You traveled through time in 018, and my impression of the year in my memory is only about 017... At the same time, the actual time you woke up as Klein Moretti was less than three months... Well, I

Understood."

Do you understand? What do you understand? Why did you understand it suddenly?

Klein only understood that her time travel was about a year earlier than his own, but other than that, he was completely confused.

"I have a proposal." Alice raised her index finger and raised her voice. You can feel her light mood at this time just from her tone. "After returning to reality, give me a piece of your hair, and the rest will be

Leave it to me...how about it, if you are afraid of being cursed by me, you can choose to refuse."

Klein pondered for a while and rummaged through a corner of his memory to find a certain memory:

"You want to use my hair... as a medium to cast some kind of spell?"

He still remembered that she had used her hair and blood to monitor the "Witch" Triss for a period of time. It was not until the other party began to offer prayers and sacrifices to the statue of the "Original Witch" that her soul was watched by the secret evil god, and her surveillance spell was

This fails.
To be continued...