Let's not dwell on how Klein went out the next day with dark circles under his eyes. Let's return to Alice.
After completing her daily task of frightening Klein, Alice went to sleep feeling thoroughly satisfied.
To soothe the fright she had suffered earlier, Alice spent the next two days playing with Evelyn and lazing around.
Yes, she had not even worked on her manuscript.
Backlund was not an interesting city, and the North District, guarded by St. Samuel Church, was even calmer than a stagnant pool.
Though only temporarily, Alice truly lived a rather peaceful life for two days.
On Wednesday night, Alice stepped into the back alley of Bravehearts Bar and entered the house she remembered.
Alice was still among the early arrivals. Leaning against an inconspicuous corner, she watched every person enter the room, including the deliberately disguised Klein.
Seeing Klein abandon his usual style and sit openly on a high stool, Alice began wondering what he intended to act out this time.
At exactly eight, Old Gentleman Eye of Wisdom glanced at the clock on the wall and said in an aged voice, "The time has come. Let's begin. There's no need to wait for late friends."
As soon as he finished speaking, Klein immediately said in a hoarse voice, "I want to sell Potion Formulas."
Alice immediately understood Klein's thinking.
Someone who had just become a Beyonder a few days ago and could casually produce several Potion Formulas that did not belong to him would naturally arouse suspicion. Klein clearly intended to make detective Sherlock Moriarty's identity as a Beyonder seem reasonable.
Come to think of it, I had overlooked that issue before...
After briefly considering the origin of her own Extraordinary Ability for several seconds, Alice decided to take things one step at a