"What's the matter, ma'am?" The black-haired man said, and then he turned his head to look at the family members on the left and right, "We haven't had any guests here for a long time... What's going on these days, one after another."

Alicia suddenly felt a little dizzy, and she suddenly realized that the person in front of her was most likely the famous character in a children's book illustration, she swallowed: "You, are you Aladdin?"

Through Neeleman's notes, Alicia has a deeper understanding of that legendary story. She knows that the magical lamp that makes people wish to come true is definitely not something that does not need to pay a price-after obtaining a happy life through the magical lamp, she will inherit the curse of the previous lamp **** and become a slave to realize the wishes of others. If no one wipes the lamp afterward, it will be forever trapped between the tiny squares.

This magical lamp seems to be a cruel mockery from the ancient gods to the pursuit of "satiating happiness" by human beings.

Good wine, delicious food, beauties, beautiful houses... People wipe oil lamps again and again, and what they seek is nothing more than these things that can satisfy their desires for a while.

Rational thinking seems to only appear when you stay out of it. For example, people who read stories may think like this: Wouldn’t the person who used the magic lamp suddenly feel panic at night, fearing that these things can come true without cost? dream?

Perhaps, every time they wipe the magic lamp, they are actually clear in their hearts.

They know that everything is secretly marked with a price, and every time they wipe it, the price tag of their soul is shaken...

Even so, even though they know that they will pay an unbearable price after death, the gods who created this terrible thing know that people will never stop making wishes—for their "full happiness" and "enviable happiness". For good wine, good food, beauties, beautiful houses... They will wipe the magic lamp again and again.

Because that's what people are.

"You, are you Aladdin?" Aladdin in the story of "Arabian Nights" according to Neilman is the last owner of the magic lamp. This also means that if Alicia is indeed inside that magic lamp, then the one in front of her is probably the most famous lucky young man!

"Aladdin, Aladdin..." the black-haired man sighed, "My name is Ding Alai. These people from the Western Regions always get their first and last names wrong.

"I was an orientaler before I was alive." Ding Alai stood up, his figure wrapped in black Chinese clothes was tall and straight, "I was a paper maker. After the battle of Talas, he was captured by the Western Regions. He traveled west with the army and passed Suiye City. , and finally to Baghdad.

"I suffered for many years there and finally got back to being free...

When Ding Alai spoke, his "family" smiled and looked at him with straight eyes. That look made Alicia uncomfortable.

"You should know the story later - I was bewitched by a wizard from the west, and I got this thing by chance..." Aladdin spread his hands and covered the surroundings.

"After spending so long, I have come up with two things." He chuckled, and Alicia couldn't describe his expression at the moment. Although it was a smile, there was nothing worthy of nostalgia in that smile, "First, don't mess around." Pick up things and go home; second, if your wish comes true, it may not be a good thing.”

"Oh, there is one more thing." Ding Alai scratched his nose and pointed in the direction of the auditorium, "There is another person over there."

There is one more person? What's the meaning? Alicia Pompey turned her face in the direction pointed by the Djinn.

Behind the rows of stage lights stood a tall figure. Alicia couldn't see who it was.

Why is there another person? what is he doing there

Squinting her eyes, the female chess player gradually got used to the strong light. When she saw clearly the only "spectator" in the auditorium, her eyes suddenly widened.

The man had a strong facial outline, a rough beard and long hair. In the pupil of the opened left eye, the original golden island had disappeared, and now it was empty, like the eyeball of a dead person.

Alicia suddenly remembered the corpse that disappeared in Ocean City.

Rabbirins Pompey, he stood in the audience.

The living dead snapped their fingers, and Ding Alai's set shattered into pieces, and the surroundings became pitch black.

trap!

The female chess player felt dizzy for a while.

For the first time, she couldn't see who she was playing against. Erwin Schrödinger folded his hands, his face immersed in darkness.

"Wright!" Alicia yelled and exited the oil lamp, which felt like jerking her head out of the water.

The spirit returned to her body with some suffocation, and she watched a cold light shoot out from the spout, and a silver snake coiled around Wright. The moment Wright lost his balance and fell to the ground, the snake bit his arm fiercely, and the frozen frost spread all over his body. In a blink of an eye, his body seemed to be covered with salt.

The old oil lamp disguised as a magic lamp was overturned on the ground, and there was no trace of mystery. Fakes are deadly enough.

The full moon was covered by thick clouds, and four or five figures appeared on the deserted grass.

A lady with curly hair gathered her cloak tightly, her lips were pale, and her face was expressionless.

A man in a brown coat with a sharp mustache pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.

The foundation's two Ace-level, two world-renowned peak scholars.

Schrodinger should not have come. Alicia judged before falling to the dirt. But she saw the eyes of the player, a pair of eyes illuminated by a beam of light in the darkness, staring at herself coldly.

·

All memories about what happened in Prague stopped, and Alicia's thoughts returned to the dungeon of Fort Hasenhill, back to the current body.

For myself, right now is the worst possible state of affairs.

Wright Flamel has been firmly controlled by Schrödinger.

As for the successor president Schroedinger, he didn't know where to hide at this time.

Still, even in this darkest of times, there is a little hope in the end.

Wendy and Jennifer already know that they have been caught, and they will definitely gather their hands to try to rescue them. However, since her manpower is scattered across the continent, the farthest has already reached the hinterland of Northern Europe, so it must take a long time.

In addition, I have sent a distress signal to Arthur through the book club key.

That detective will definitely come to rescue him.

A hand with a knightly ring flashed before Alicia Pompey's eyes—

It's strange~lightnovelpub.net~ In my impression, that guy is obviously weak, but I always feel that he can save the immediate crisis.

He, he will come too. That was the person who had planned to chop wings and slaughter lions with him in the chessboard space all night.

The small window on the iron door was closed, and the chessboard in the phantom stopped abruptly. The female chess player let out a long breath in the darkness, and then she closed her eyes, feeling herself melting into the darkness.

·

After the Golden Age docked at the Port of Hamburg in Gehrmann, Sean and his party only rested for one night before boarding the train running through the north and south of the country. After three days of peaceful rail journey, they arrived in Munich at the southern tip. ——It is getting closer and closer to Vienna, the headquarters of the foundation where Alicia is being held.

Before arriving in Munich, Arthur, who had never been seen, informed Sean of a location and told him to meet a key figure in the operation there. So, Sean came to the old restaurant named Franz Scannell beside the city hall square.