She Chooses To Destroy the World

It is said that five years is not enough to leave any obvious marks on people, but Lena is no longer as bright and beautiful as Alice knew her back then. In other words, she is still beautiful, but her appearance has changed and it is no longer what Alice remembers. This change did not make her ugly, but it did give Alice Ribbon a sense of strangeness. It is said that the changes in the appearance of people are not accumulated every day and every month, but often happen in a flash. At what moment did Lena's face change?

Thinking of this, Alice reached into her pocket and tipped the girl who sprinkled confetti at the door according to the custom of Bacchus Night.

This day is a holiday, most people will double the tip. Although the prices in the east are higher, this tip is no more than one or two silver coins at most. Alice hesitated a little, then gave the girl two gold coins.

She has always been economical and refuses to spend more money on meaningless places, but at this moment, standing at the door of the tavern on such a day, Alice feels that she should give her that much money.

When the girl got the gold coin, she almost cried out in surprise. Alice glanced at her and put her finger on her lips to keep her silent. Then strode into the tavern and came to Lena.

From the moment she entered the door, Lena was watching her intently. When she came over, Lena whispered her name:

"Alice."

Alice wanted to confess her love with Lena, but it was Bacchus’s night. Lena’s head was decorated with bull's head, painted all over her body, and decorated with all kinds of strange decorations. She was earning money by acting as the priestess of Bacchus. Taking tips and performance fees is really not a good time to talk. But she still walked onto the makeshift stage, hugged Lena, and stuffed her tip pocket full of gold coins.

The night had just begun, and some of the drinkers were already drunk. Seeing the two beauties embracing each other on the stage, both cheered, and the atmosphere in the pub became more enthusiastic.

Alice hugged Lena and sat down at the bar.

Lena is here today, which may mean that she and Hewlett have temporarily ceased the war and stopped quarreling. Hewlett's condition is obviously better than yesterday, he is no longer so haggard, and the color of his eye circles has become a little lighter. He poured Alice a glass of wine:

"thank you."

"Why thank me, I didn't do anything!"

"Yesterday I told Lena that you were coming, and she was only willing to come over today." Hewlett smiled at her, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know when we were going to argue."

Alice took a sip of wine and looked at Hewlett:

"So, why did you two quarrel?"

Hewlett shook his head:

"There is nothing to say, it's all my fault."

He refused to mention more things, and Alice did not dare to ask any more, just secretly guessing in her heart.

It's hard for Alice to imagine Hewlett making any mistakes in her relationship. Five years ago, when he was a tavern owner, he was surrounded by young and beautiful tavern waitresses. Of course, some of them tried to seduce him in order to get some benefits, but his eyes never stopped for anyone else, just watch. With Lena. Now he lives in the east, although he is no longer as wealthy as he was when he was a tavern owner, he is not difficult. And the look he looked at Lena never changed. And Lena can come here with him from Potzta, I am afraid it may not have no affection for him.

Why would these two people quarrel? Alice couldn't think of anything.

There were many guests in the pub on this festive day. As the only bartender here, Hewlett couldn't keep chatting with Alice, and soon greeted other guests.

Alice sits alone on the edge of the bar and drinks. Whenever a new guest comes in, confetti will be thrown over and fall on her. The little confetti-spreading girl got such a big tip, she was somewhat in a trance, and Alice didn't care much, she just stretched out her hand and dusted it.

Corimo never came, but Alice decided to come here at night that had nothing to do with him, so she didn't take it seriously, just sitting alone drinking and eating some snacks and snacks provided in the tavern. Most of the things sold in the pub are those, fried onions, fried potatoes, grilled chicken wings and so on. Although it is Bacchus night, there will be no obvious changes in the menu, but that's it.

After a while, a new alcoholic came in. He drank according to the custom, paid a tip, and then sat on the round stool next to Alice.

There are not many empty seats in the tavern, and the person came here alone, and it is normal to sit in front of the bar. But he was too close, and Alice couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him.

He wore a black hooded cloak, but he didn't wear a mask like the "crow". Even so, Alice sat on his side and couldn't see his face completely, only his bright red lips.

Somehow, that person's state reminded Alice of Etienne. His attire was as good as Etienne that night.

Since entering this tavern, Alice has thought of Etienne for the second time.

She probably couldn't blame her, Hewlett was standing in the bar at this time, Lena dressed up as a Bacchus and danced, and everything in front of her brought her back to the night five years ago. As a person who is only eighteen years old, nostalgia seems a bit weird, but in the past five years, she has experienced too much.

What's wrong with me! Alice thought to herself. After all, it is absolutely impossible for Etienne to appear here, at this time he is serving as his deputy chief priest in the capital.

But she still couldn’t help turning her head to look at the person. It seemed that it was not just a matter of dressing up. The figure, state, and everything of that person were no different from the Master Etienne five years ago. Time and space were distorted and changed, and the person from five years ago was directly transmitted to her eyes.

This doesn't feel right.

Alice looked down at her glass. She only drank half of the glass of wine Hewlett poured her, plus the glass she drank when she entered the door. She only drank a glass and a half in total. Her mind was very clear and completely. Don't get drunk to this level.

Maybe she should pat the person next to her on the shoulder and see his face clearly, so that she can get rid of this strange feeling in her heart. But there is something in her heart that is preventing her from doing this, and she herself can't quite tell why.

"Cecilian?" She whispered the name of the **** in her mind, "I feel a little strange."

The **** caring for her didn't say anything, Alice instinctively felt that things were starting to be wrong-it was clear that he had asked her to come, but he was not here at this time... why is it so?

Alice realized that something was starting to go wrong.

At this moment, the person sitting next to her turned his head to her side and smiled.

The face under the black hood was revealed to Alice, and Alice clearly saw that under the black hood was Etienne's face.

She was absolutely, absolutely correct.

The impossible person appeared in an impossible place. Alice felt the hairs all over her body explode, and that person was still talking to her:

"Hello, Alice."

Alice swallowed her saliva and stared at the man warily:

"Who are you?"

The man laughed very happily, and did not try to conceal the fact that he was not Etienne:

"Ahhhhhhhhh, I still don't look like you? But it's not my fault, it's your problem-you drink too little, it's wrong."

The man said this, greeted Hewlett over, filled Alice's glass, and made a "please" gesture. But Alice did not go to get the cup.

"You can believe that I didn't add anything to the glass." The man said solemnly, "I didn't touch this glass at all, and the bartender is your friend."

The situation in front of me is indeed worthwhile for Alice to drink more, so that she can calm down a little. She drank half a glass in one breath, and then continued to look at the person in front of her:

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"Oh my God, do you still need to ask such a question?" The man exaggerated and seemed to be very disappointed with Alice's question. "Don't you know this time and place? I only give you one chance, I know You can guess it."

The man looked interested, waiting eagerly for Alice to guess. That expression on Etienne’s face is really strange, Alice

As the person said, the answer to this question is really simple. It's just that Alice was immersed in her own memories just now, and didn't immediately think about it. After receiving the prompt, Alice covered her mouth:

"Oh my god... you are Bacchus."

The **** dressed as the priest of light nodded happily.

"So why do you dress up like this?"

"This is not the dress I chose," said Bacchus with Etienne's face. "This is your own illusion. Everything has to do with you-you want him to appear here-so you are Do you like him?"

"Etienne"'s eyes gleamed, showing an expression of interest in other people's emotional experiences.

"Like him?" Alice had never thought about it that way, or she hadn't had such a concept in her mind. Rather than considering whether Etienne is in a special place in her mind, or whether Bacchus is here, she is more interested:

"Bacchus, why are you here?"

"Of course it's to see you! I have been curious about you for a long time. We even opened a bet to guess who will win between the God of Light and the God of Doom. By the way, I am on your side. "

"Uh...thank you?"

"You're welcome." Bucks said, "I should be grateful for the fact that the existence of both of you makes this unlucky world look much more fun...After all, we don't have many chances to start a gambling game."

There is a lot of information in Bacchus's words. Listen to what he said, the gods on the dark night are almost fully aware of their actions. But in order to get a little more certain information, Alice continued to ask him:

"So what do you mean by'we'?"

Bacchus didn't seem to mind revealing some information to her:

"Of course it refers to His Majesty Rudnier, I and Arnie. The guy in Heldis is a bit too gloomy and doesn't like to bet with us, but he is not completely indifferent, and he wants to ask about the progress from time to time... In short, now you have a higher winning side. After all, the God of Light hasn't realized that the God of the Future that he fears is already quietly starting to act."

Having said this, Bacchus sighed:

"Sure enough, after you become the most important **** in the world, there will be many things that you don't notice. When you notice, everything will be too late, it's over, it's over, **** it!"

Bacchus used some strange onomatopoeia, which made him seem more mad, and it became more and more incompatible with the face he used. Fortunately, in this case, that face was not so Etienne, which made Alice a little more comfortable. She looked into Bacchus's eyes and continued to ask:

"So...who did the other two gods support in the gambling game?"

"Of course Arnie bet that the Illuminati will win. We are limited in number and must support both sides separately to play. As for Your Majesty Ludnier, he doesn't need to bet, he is the banker."