Alice's Dream Club

Watching Lynch go to "have fun", Alice didn't look away until his figure disappeared.

It wasn't because she didn't want to go with Lynch to investigate, but as Lynch's assistant, she had other things to do, even if Lynch, the master, didn't order.

With a glance in his eyes, the figure of the raven appeared on the small tea table that was the focus of his eyes. After its figure solidified, it greeted Alice with an ethereal cry.

"Gah!"

Alice: "..."

Without Alice needing to say anything, Raven projected a picture not far from the tea table. The picture was divided into two parts, one part showed the demon hunter team who were still worrying about the solution, and the other part showed It is the preparations being made by Zeus and Hermes.

Alice needs to make sure that this scene is performed satisfactorily, so that she can get in touch with the team better and understand the situation of the witcher.

Putting himself on the tea table in a sitting position, the raven dug out a few grains of corn from the fluff, and after eating them slowly, broke the silence hovering between it and Alice.

"Miss Alice, I don't know if I should say something next."

"Say it," Alice said after finishing packing Lynch's tea set, and in order to find something to do for herself, she began to fiddle with the club door key, which was of no special use to her, "Of course, if you deny If it is the words of your master, then there is no need to say it."

Even though Alice was just sitting there flipping the keys, Raven felt an indescribable threat and pressure from her calm expression.

But fortunately, Alice is not a "witch" at this time, she is just warning herself.

"It's indeed a topic about my respected master, but the young lady seems to be worrying too much. Your loyalty to your master can be learned from time to time. Absolutely..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"As you wish," the raven saw the peach cake on the side, and it tried to use its wings to pull those delicacies in front of it, "I'm just sighing and curious, that's all."

Pushing the peach pastry plate over to prevent the raven from breaking its wings, Alice smiled and turned her eyes to the picture.

"Are you trying to say that your master's behavior is too different from what the club used to do?"

"Yes," Raven pointed to the projection screen, and replied affirmatively, "According to the past, people who want to get in touch can go directly to them, and they will never use so many detours. At the same time, I am also curious, How can Miss Alice, with such a quick temper, accept this kind of relative inkblot arrangement."

Alice did not deny Raven's quick temper at all. As for why she could "accept", the reason was very simple.

"He is the owner of the club, of course he has the final say."

Before Raven could speak, Alice continued.

"Besides, this method is also very interesting, isn't it? To achieve the goal only by the club's identity and force will always lose some interesting processes."

"Truth?"

"If it is true, please refer to the first article."

Raven: "..."

In fact, what Alice said was indeed the truth. Before Lynch came, she didn't care about these things at all, and she didn't want to observe the trader or other aspects in the past. She just maintained the normal transactions of the club and was alone. Quietly waiting for the arrival of the club owner.

Lynch's entry and approach to doing things has indeed brought about a huge change in the inherent image of the club, but Alice is not stupid, she can see that this change is for the better.

It is better to have many friends than to be surrounded by enemies.

That's why Alice stopped intervening in any of Lynch's decisions afterwards, not only because Lynch was qualified enough to be the owner of the club, but also because at least so far, no one was more suitable than him.

"Oh, it seems that the preparations are over there."

Hearing the raven's reminder, Alice ended her wandering thoughts.

She looked at the projection screen, ready to teleport there at any time to ensure the normal progress of the plan.

While Alice was paying attention to the Witcher and the Olympians, Lynch finally managed to get into the main ventilation duct system of the manor. The purpose of drilling the ventilation duct was purely to experience the feeling of being a movie agent. Then the cruel fact told him that movies will always be just movies—he got stuck in a corner of a passage.

After struggling for a while without making too much noise, Lynch lay in it like a dead fish.

"Damn, should I lose weight..."

Lying in the pipe and moaning for a while, he transformed his body into a spirit body.

This is not a particularly powerful ability, it simply makes the body have the characteristics of creatures like "ghosts" in ordinary works: there is no collision with real objects.

Without the collision volume, Lynch was no longer bound in the ventilation duct. Instead of rushing to find the guests to observe, he took out his mobile phone and took a selfie of himself and sent it to the "Club "In the discussion group, the image of the selfie is that half of his body is embedded in the wall. After sending the photo, he added a sentence below.

"Ayu's new game is officially released."

After waiting for a long time, the other three people did not give any response, and sniffed aggrievedly. Lynch knew that it was because the three of them didn't want to talk to him...

That behavior just now was really sick.

After clearing up his mood, Lynch left the ventilation duct. The spirit form has the same properties as ghosts, but after all, the visiting races are all extraordinary races, and no one can guarantee whether some of them have clairvoyant abilities, so Lynch still gave himself an appearance package that cut off all perception.

Arriving at the temporary living room of the first guest, Lynch cautiously entered through the wall.

Then he rushed out of the wall with a livid face.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, his mumbling tone was full of exasperation.

"Fucking bad luck! You're an old man in broad daylight, take a shower!"

Because he came out too quickly, Lynch didn't look at the race of the big brother who was taking a bath in detail, but in order to stabilize the next itinerary, he finally returned to the guest room with a cold face and endured the pain.

Fortunately, the big brother had already finished washing. He looked in the mirror leisurely, and used a file to polish the double horns that grew downwards on both sides of his head.

The man's body was very strong, and he was at least 2.5 meters tall just by visual inspection. There was no hair on the top of his head, and the only two horns were covered with mysterious thread marks.

Looking up at the strong man for a moment, Lynch finally determined his race: demon.

This demon is in the form of a human at this time, and the human form alone has such a physique. Lynch has no doubt that he can break through the roof of the guest room after returning to his original body.

Generally speaking, it is difficult to determine whether it is the internal agent of the demon hunter through short-term observation, and if the internal agent does not contact the demon hunter, there is no sufficient evidence to prove that this person is the internal agent. However, Lynch had already prepared for it in advance. He created an illusion outside the window that he thought was real: there were pictures of participants from other extraordinary races arriving one after another.

If it is an internal response, there is a high probability that they will report to the demon hunter after seeing this scene. As long as there is a report, then the identity can basically be confirmed.

At the same time, when the assembly starts, these people will find through observation that there are some ethnic groups that they have "seen coming" among the participants. Live that person.

It's double insurance.

Obviously, this big Mr. Devil is not an insider, not only that, but Lynch also learned the fact that Mr. Devil seems to have a grudge against his own people through the illusion.

After leaving the devil's room, Lynch came to the next guest room.

Passing through the wall, the first thing that came into sight was a long tail covered with scales. That tail seemed to be very sensitive. The moment Lynch entered the room, the tip of the tail suddenly turned up and shook wildly.

However, Lynch's concealment ability was beyond the reach of ordinary extraordinary races. The tip of the tail trembled for a while, and then fell limply.

To be honest, Lynch felt that it might be tired from dangling, instead of confirming that the perception just now was an illusion.

When the tip of the tail fell, the owner of the snake body appeared in front of Lynch's eyes. It was a woman with a pretty face. Her upper body was almost uncovered, but after careful observation, Lynch could find that it was a layer of close-fitting clothes. The membrane coat, but the light blue color in the crystal white is similar to the color of its owner's snake body, giving Lynch the illusion that she is not wearing anything.

Her expression has a considerable degree of confusion, as if she is questioning whether her perception has gone wrong.

The soft but powerful snake body squirmed and slid in the room, and its owner sniffed lightly at every corner of the room with his nose as he moved.

Of course, she still didn't find anything in the end. Lynch's barrier is to isolate all perception, including breath and smell.

After confirming that there was indeed a problem with her perception, she immediately soaked herself in the bathtub in the bathroom again, and sprinkled salt into the bathtub vigorously.

Lynch: "..."

Well, not to mention that it is basically certain that this extraordinary race is a creature similar to a sea monster, just because of her self-adjustment method, Lynch feels that she may confuse suicide with self-recovery.

Can the salinity of seawater be the same as sprinkling salt into fresh water?

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This siren is not interested in the scenery outside the window. Apart from sprinkling salt for suicidal supplementation, she puts all her energy on the layout and decoration of the guest room. It feels like the second king just came to the club—— — It’s good to see everything, fresh, wanting.

After thinking about it, Lynch assumed that her act of secretly hiding the spoon had never happened.

Then Lynch visited the guest rooms of all the guests who had arrived one by one. There were a lot of embarrassing scenes, and he suffered a lot from the advantages he accidentally took, but none of them reported or recorded the pictures that appeared to the outside world. Even with visual memory.

In the end, there was only one room left. After Lynch passed through the wall, what he saw made his eyes narrow slightly.