The eighth day of the dungeon opening, noon.
It started raining.
The visibility was extremely low in the foggy air. Lightning flashed like silver snakes dancing in the sky, and the rain curtain turned into an unclear black and gray color.
In the rain, two gray-black figures walked over.
Su Mingan's black hair was wet and stuck to his head. He carried Alice on his back and walked forward step by step.
The mechanical wheelchair needed to be charged. It was temporarily retired after being used for eight days without any place to charge. Su Mingan walked on two legs to find the Holy See. Fortunately, after using the teleportation talisman, the distance was not far.
"...Alice." Su Mingan whispered, "Are you still cold?"
“…”
Alice didn't respond. Except for the time when Su Mingan asked her if she was willing to go back, she nodded very lightly. She was asleep all the time. Her soul mark was in the hands of the Church, and now she was like a vegetable.
The black cat rolled up the umbrella with its tail and held it over their heads, but it couldn't stop the slanting drizzle.
Su Mingan saw many mass graves of war along the way. Thousands of corpses were piled on the ground in a black-gray tar-like, semi-fluid state, and no one was willing to clean them up. The faces of these young soldiers still had the reluctance before death. They were instructed by the oracle to start the war, driven to the battlefield by the desires of the superiors, and "willingly" sacrificed, just like the bricks and tiles of the era.
【Alice: Are they bad guys? 】
Su Mingan vaguely saw some text pop up in the lower right corner of his vision, just like in the game.
But he was in the real world, not in the game, and Alice was already in a coma. If he could see the text, it meant that he was hallucinating. The San value had always been fixed at 50 points, and it might not have been this number for a long time.
"They...are not bad people." Su Mingan walked forward.
【Alice: Then why did they kill each other until there was no one left? 】
Su Mingan tripped.
He looked down and saw a tattered little rag doll on the ground.
He looked at the doll and stepped over it.
"I don't know," he said.
He could have given dozens of reasons, or made many claims, but he didn't want to say it now.
[Alice: Detective, everyone wants me to return to the Vatican now.]
[Alice: If I go, can you continue to study antiques? ]
[Alice: I hope you can have a peaceful life, just like I wrote a peace amulet for you under the tree. ]
Su Mingan walked into the Castle City and came to the slums. Now the children have returned.
"…You are, a detective?"
Su Mingan lifted the spatial concealment and people recognized him.
"The whole city is being searched now, you'd better leave quickly! In the near future, there may be indiscriminate massacres, and this place is no longer suitable to stay." Wild boy Pat whispered.
"I will protect you." Su Mingan said.
"We are just a trap. Even if you bring Alice back, the Vatican will not let us go." Dave wiped the shotgun in his hand with a calm tone.
At this time, Su Mingan's watch received the message.
“Ding Dong!”
[Noel: Don't go back to the Vatican for now! I'll make a backup plan first, and you can come back later.]
[Noel: Run to the sea first, there are no pursuers on the sea! ]
Su Mingan looked up. Baoting City had already been surrounded by the army. The sky was burning red with flames, and there was thick smoke and dust everywhere. The children in the slums were crowded in the alleys surrounded by wooden boards and rubble, looking at him quietly.
...Noel's words could not be without purpose, Su Mingan was hesitating whether to do as he was told.
"Let's go, let's get out of here, Detective." Dave's expression was calm. "Even if you bring Alice back, we won't leave here. There are people here that we can't abandon. The Vatican won't let us go either. They will only keep us under your control."
Pat flicked his flaming red hair, put his arm around Su Ming'an's shoulder, and acted like a good brother: "Let's go, detective. I... have been doing things like robbing the rich and giving to the poor since I was a child. I raised all the kids in the slums, and they have the same ideas as me. If something happens to you and the world goes wrong, we will be sad. So many adults died on the battlefield, we can't let their sacrifice go to waste just because of us."
He pushed Su Ming'an to the entrance of the slums: "Let's go, take Alice away from these horrible places. She is the protagonist, and so are you. The protagonist should not give up the best ending for some supporting characters who can't leave."
"Where is Issi...?"
At this time, a voice came from Alice on Su Mingan's back. She still had her eyes closed and called out a name reluctantly.
"Issi is at his home, defending against the mob with his retainers," said Sister Rita. "In times of war, nobles are always the target of public criticism. We don't know if he is still alive."
"I told him a long time ago... that he should learn swordsmanship from me... but now he can't even use a sword..." Alice seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing.
"He insisted on playing his violin... and every time... I would break the strings... He never blamed me and would bring me a new violin every time... Obviously, I don't like it at all... I don't like musical instruments..."
"And... you too, we clearly agreed... to live together... I'm not even an adult yet, and you just... broke the agreement..."
"You guys are so... so bad, so bad..."
"Okay, Alice." Mei Mi brushed the wet hair off Alice's forehead and said, "I've already taught you the secret of spring cakes. You must make them more and more delicious in the future."
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