When Francis gave himself this desperate verdict, everyone in the large library stopped talking for a while.

They watched for a few minutes as Francis's heart stopped beating, and then woke up again to embark on this never-ending quest for death.

He had been repeating the process of being killed by Adrian for a month, but every time he opened his eyes, he did not give up the fight.

The same is true of Alice, who, when Francis wakes up in the carriage after losing her memory, repeats the beginning over and over again:

"Mr. Francis, I'm Alice."

His answer never changed: "Can you tell me where I am?" ”

After an endless silence, Solomon squirmed his lips a few times, paying attention to May's emotions and said, "We'll have to figure out a way." ”

Alice knelt on the ground, bowed her head and said, "Mr. Francis's body can't come back, and no one can rewrite the position of the Boundary Breaker, not even Elizabeth." ”

After pondering for a long time, Alice uttered the words that contained absolute sin: "But we can make a stand-in, and I can try to reproduce Mr. Francis's memories with power, and hand them over to the reality stand-in." ”

Mei still couldn't hold back after all, and asked, "What about himself?" ”

Alice raised her head, looked around at the few people around her, and replied tremblingly:

"Trapped in the Gustav forever with my sanity..."

The question of who will be the real Francis at that time is why this statement is so sinful.

Alice didn't notice that she hadn't cut ties with Francis, so he had heard everything she had said.

Francis looked out of the crown from inside the carriage, thinking that his family and friends were in the mansion outside the fourth wall, and perhaps Solomon was still kneading his jaw.

Ignoring Adrian's pressing pace, he suddenly smiled peacefully and said softly to the other side:

"That's it, Alice."

Alice clenched her fists uncontrollably, trying to control her tone steadily, but finally said goodbye hoarsely, "Goodbye, Mr. Francis." ”

His voice was still soft, softer than the straw that swept in the summer of Hieron: "Goodbye, Alice. ”

Then Francis felt his mind suddenly lighten, and the memories flowed like flowing water.

He knew that it was Alice copying her own memories.

Sitting in a window seat, Francis lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, you can sleep as long as you want.

Inside the mansion, Alice summons a stream of visions in the sky, and she keeps Francis's memory copy with her hands folded with great care.

Next, it's a matter of spending countless hours finding a container that fits well enough.

Mei looked at the scene in front of her, tears gleamed in the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "How beautiful..."

Solomon patted May on the shoulder, and this time, he had been reckless and rude, and kept silent with the greatest respect.

For the rest of the day, Alice keeps in touch with the Golden Dawn while traveling across the continent in search of a doll container that can hold Francis's memories.

May was a strong prop-up of the Messianic family, even igniting years of war with the Brotherhood outside the mess after it became the ruler of Wales.

When people on the north coast of the Sea of Eros mention Lady Messiah, they will think of a woman with iron and blood, and the surname Messiah will be resounded across the continent with a utopian enterprise.

In the spring of 1882, after a brief break in the war with the Welsh Brotherhood, she took Alice to the Messiah to help rebuild the village that had been destroyed by the Greedy Birds.

When the people on the ridge saw her and May come here from the Forbidden Forest in an airship, they couldn't help but bow their heads and say, "Lady Alice, Lady Messiah, thank you for your help. ”

The villagers express their gratitude to her, and in their opinion, Alice is a merciful witch.

I heard that it was with the instructions of the Messiah man to help this place return to its old ways.

When it comes to Francis, everyone here can tell his anecdotes and legends with their fingers crossed.

People talked in the center of the village: "I heard that the man once went to Helen and met a very magical scarecrow, who could talk." ”

This sentence attracted the attention of the two who were walking and chatting here, and the two of them had planned to go home a little later, but when she saw this, she couldn't help but ask the villagers, "What kind of scarecrow?" ”

"Like a living doll, it's always haunting Hillen's wheat fields, and seems to like to stalk people."

Standing aside, May, who was very dignified, saw the change in Alice's expression and said curiously, "You probably want to find that scarecrow." ”

"It sounds like a very suitable container, and it's not very far away, I've even traveled all over the southern border, so there's no reason not to see it this time."

Alice looked back at May and continued, "What's that place called?" ”

Mei seemed to be in a reminiscence when she heard this, and after a while she slowly replied, "Akita Town, he likes to drink rye beer from that place." ”

If she remembers correctly, there was another painter named Vincent, whom Francis greatly admired.

"Looks like you're not going back to Wales?"

Alice shook her head: "Go to Helen, this magical town called Akita." ”

So more than ten hours later, Alice flew to Hillen in an airship almost non-stop. After a few hours of resting on the airship, we arrived in Akita Town, where Francis had been.

It is also for this reason that there is a rumor in Akita Town that has begun to spread in people's mouths in recent days.

There was a stupid witch who came here in a huge airship with a roar of steam, and every night when she found someone by the wheat field and asked about the scarecrow, a witch of unknown origin, people did not dare to tell her.

So Alice got nothing.

Vincent didn't know what happened to Francis, and now he sat in the tavern and said lonely to the current mayoress, the former waitress Ophelia, "I've been looking for a scarecrow, guess who I remember?" ”

"Who could it be but Francis, but I haven't heard from him since he's gone."

"yes, the last harvest didn't come either."

At this moment, Alice pushed the door and walked into the tavern, looked around at all the customers and waiters, and asked in a loud voice:

"Have any of you ever seen a scarecrow, the living kind?"

No one paid attention to her, but Alice was not discouraged and moved the Dream Shop here.

A protracted battle, she wants to see how long the scarecrow will hide.

The witch must find the scarecrow to store Francis's memories.