She Chooses To Destroy the World

Seeing her mother again, Alice was not as excited as she had imagined.

Perhaps as Cecilian said, the body in front of her is just a slough, her mother's essence has long been separated, and it has nothing to do with it.

Despite this, she still stared at the face in front of her, as if looking at herself from another angle.

However, at this moment, Alice discovered that a drop of...tears appeared in the eye sockets filled with glass beads?

With a little judgment, you can guess that the drop is not a tear. But at this time, here, standing in front of his mother's remains, it is difficult to maintain the original ability of judgment. Alice was a little panicked, turned her head to see Damian and Talus Archmage standing at the door:

"she cried."

"That's not tears." Damian said at the right time, "It's just an antiseptic solution used to replace body fluids. In order to make these people look better before meeting people, I just put them in the potion and soaked them yesterday, so they appeared... …It’s a little wetter than usual."

Damian's tone was cold and completely unfeeling. But his attitude made Alice a little more sane... She breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she somewhat understood Cecilian's worry. If the drop of liquid just now was really a tear, she would be willing to pay all the price, as long as her mother came to life. This has nothing to do with sensibility, but only with emotion.

She took out the handkerchief and wiped off the drop of liquid on her mother's face.

The potion exuded a strong smell, silently proving to her that it was indeed not tears. But Alice felt her eyes were so harsh, she shed tears for her mother after all.

The Archmage Talus came to her and handed her a pair of scissors:

"Go cut some of your mother's hair."

Alice nodded, took the scissors, and was just about to go. Damian, who had been standing at the door, suddenly came over and stopped her:

"Wait, I never said that you can take anything from my puppet."

The Archmage Talus frowned:

"Damian, I have given you a lot of things. You should know that if it weren't for me to reach an agreement with you, you necromancers would never have a chance to get the diagrams of the twelve kinds of magic circles."

"So?" Damian asked calmly, "When we made an agreement before, you didn't say to cut off my puppet's hair. Now you are temporarily telling me to ask for hair, which is another price."

"Damian, don't mess around." Archmage Talus looked a little impatient, "I won't cut all her hair, just a few hairs will do."

"A promise is a promise." Damian said, "You only told me to find a young woman named Jenna who died in Potzta. I found it. But if you want her hair, you have to bring something. Change. This is my place. You have to follow my rules."

Damian was faintly reminding the Archmage Tales that this is his mansion, the lair of the necromancers. The Archmage Talus didn't want to conflict with him here, so although he was very unhappy, he still decided to make a little concession:

"So what else do you want?"

"I want to... you promised as the master of Flamel, the master of the tower and the leader of the wizard alliance."

"What kind of commitment?"

"I haven't figured it out yet." Damian said with a chuckle, "but I will definitely think about it before you leave office."

"Damian, don't go too far." The Archmage Talus was already very angry, "You know I can't agree to this kind of thing."

"So you only have such a little love for your newly recognized daughter." Damian's words are already annoying enough. At this time, he wants to make people angry, and his words are even more exaggerated. "Hey, young lady, you have heard what he said. Compared with his reputation, you and your mother are obviously not important at all. Ah, yeah, it’s the first time to see such a beautiful girl crying in front of you. The strangers we meet shouldn’t be so cruel and ruthless, let alone my own daughter. Even someone who has nothing to do with the whole thing, I think this is too much."

Alice didn’t care about Damian’s provocation:

"How can you allow us to take away my mother's hair?" She asked, "Based on his own position, the archmage cannot easily agree to your request. But I can. No matter what your request, I can. Do it."

"Do you want to do things for me? Lovely young lady?" Damian looked at her with a smile when he heard about something strange. Need something a little lady like you do for me."

The contempt in Damian's tone made Alice annoyed by it. She picked up the scissors and pressed it to Damian's neck:

"In this case, do you think it's okay?"

"Oh yeah, our red-haired lady is a swordsman!" Damian's tone is exaggerated, which is really unpleasant. "This is an unexpected surprise. I didn't expect it at all. But Miss swordsman, with all due respect, scissors can kill. Nobody."

"You can try." Alice said coldly, "I can assure you that although these scissors are not very fast, I can make your blood squirt out of the carotid artery in less than a second. Look at you This blonde hair will definitely look good when made into a puppet."

Perhaps because Alice's tone was so serious, Damian realized that she might indeed penetrate his carotid artery with scissors. His tone finally became a little more serious:

"There are a total of 51 Necromancers and 325 puppets in this house. If I die here, they will all be able to act in less than a minute."

"Although I only have a pair of scissors, none of your 325 puppets can help me." Alice said, "As for the Necromancer, they seem to be very crisp in my impression, just like you. Can't stand my scissors."

"I believe this." Damian said, "Although this is my home court, if you want to go back tonight, the puppets and necromancers here probably won't be able to stop you. But if you really decide to do this, Your poor old dad will get into trouble like never before and become the first mage leader who caused a war between a mage and a necromancer because of a personal mistake, and will be recorded in the annals of history."

Alice turned her head and glanced at Archmage Tales.

The archmage said: "He is right, it is too much to do so."

Alice put down the scissors.

"It's like talking too much." Damian breathed a sigh of relief at this time even though he hadn't been afraid. But his bad mouth seems to never be corrected:

"A pretty little girl like you shouldn't use a knife and a gun if you make a difference."

"This is my profession." Alice said calmly, "I am not the kind of little lady you think. I am a knight led by West Felix. The main purpose of my coming to the east is not to find me. His father or mother, but by the order of His Majesty the King."

"The king?" Damian looked very interested. "It's quite interesting, you should say it earlier."

Looking at Damian's attitude, Alice knew that she was right. She cleared her throat and continued:

"I’m not the king’s favorite, but you may know that the relationship between His Majesty and my master, the Duchess of Sifelix, is quite close. My master will live in the capital every year during the first half of the year. I often go to and out of the court. And I am my master’s most trusted knight. If you can help me with this matter today, I will not refuse anything I can help in the future."

Alice looked at Damian, waiting for his answer. Damian was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at her:

"Perhaps I do have something useful for you, so well, for the sake of our first meeting, I will give you this discount and allow you to cut a little of her hair."

The Archmage Talus frowned:

"It's just a bit of hair, don't make it as if you paid so much."

"Even if it's just a bit of hair, this is part of the body bestowed on us by the great Herdis, and we can't easily give it away without charging." Damian's attitude is very serious, "I agree that you take your hair away because it is up to you. Don’t make a mistake about your daughter. Although she’s a little bit reckless, she's much more cute than you."

The Archmage Talus shrugged and said nothing. He had known for a long time that talking too much to this guy would only make himself more unhappy.

Alice took the scissors and cut out a small lock of her mother's hair.

"I will see you again," she said.

She didn't know why she said that, and she didn't know whether it made any sense. But she knew she would come back, and she wanted to look at her again.

"I give you this permission." Although Alice's voice was very small, Damian heard her words, "I will keep your mother by her side. When her body can no longer bear the control of the wizard, I will allow you Redeem her ashes."

"Thank you." Alice bowed her head to thank him. "That's enough."

"You're welcome." Damian smiled, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth inexplicably made Alice think of Etienne. The leader of the necromancer has never taken off his hood. Alice has not seen his full appearance. It is hard to say how much his appearance is similar to Etienne or the current His Majesty the King, but Alice can bet that this person is certain Have royal blood.

When returning, Alice boarded the archmage's carriage. She felt that she had no strength to ride a horse, even if the horse was changed by Circillian. While sitting in the carriage with the Archmage Talus, she asked him whether the leader Damian was related to the royal family now west.

"Your instincts are really accurate," the archmage praised her. "Damian is the uncle of the current king."