Alice's Dream Club

Not to mention whether the identity of the club will have friends who can come to "visit" at will, just the fact that the visitor appears in the "reception hall" proves that the visitor's identity is a "guest" and has a transaction appeal guests.

It stands to reason that apart from the long-term historical legacy transactions of props, the club only accepts one business at a time, that is to say, no one else should reach the club relying on appeals after the transaction with II.

Thinking of this, Lynch looked distressed at the freshly filled hot water in the bathtub, snapped his fingers, and walked out of the bathroom.

When the door was opened, Alice had already responded to the call and stood at the door. Just as she was about to speak, she turned her head away because of the scene in front of her.

There was a little irritation in the lowered voice, but more of it was helplessness towards Lynch.

"At least you put a towel on it..."

Reminded by Alice, Lynch got out of the state of thinking.

Looking down at himself, he immediately took a step back without changing his face, and according to Alice, he pulled out a bath towel from the side and blocked it in front of him.

There was indeed some embarrassment, but Lynch paid more attention to Alice's reaction. He looked at Alice's helpless face in surprise, and asked curiously, "You still blush?"

Alice immediately slapped Lynch on the stomach, and the sound was quite crisp.

"Annoying, why can't I blush when I see something weird?"

Nodding clearly, Lynch took the opportunity to put on the pants she handed over.

"It turns out that the machine girl can also blush?"

This time Alice didn't slap Lynch, she slapped Lynch's little toe with the heel of her shoe, the kind that riveted enough strength.

After Lynch recovered from the pain, he threw all his confusion to Alice. Lynch didn't care if the guest would wait too long and was anxious, anyway, he didn't want to wait for Dake to leave.

Received Lynch's question, and with Alice's sigh, she took out a black card from her pocket.

There is only one word "Alice" printed on the card, which is the membership card of the club.

She handed the card to Lynch, and turned her head away like a little girl who made a mistake. If Lynch hadn't listened carefully, she would have almost missed Alice's mumbling.

"Actually, this is also a problem left over from history..."

Recalling the function of the membership card, Lynch immediately understood what was going on.

He rubbed Alice's hair: "That means the membership card not only gives the trader a second chance to trade, but also gives the cardholder the qualification to jump in the queue?"

Alice nodded, looking more like a little girl who made a big mistake and dared not speak.

Knowing that the appearance of the other party was based on the problems left over from the history of the year, Lynch's follow-up doubts also appeared: why did Alice get a membership card, which would disrupt the established plans and arrangements, and why the club had a trading period? Do not accept the rules of other transactions.

The moment these two questions were asked, Lynch felt that Alice had a tendency to run away.

It was rare for her to avoid questions like this, so Lynch immediately pinched her neck and stepped on her wire tail by the way.

"You still want to run?"

She lowered her head and pondered for a while, and when she raised her head again, tears flickered in Alice's eyes. She looked up at her master pitifully, and hoped that her master would not make things difficult for her in this matter. She, she is just a little maid in charge of food and daily life.

Lynch was quite moved by such a lovely expression, and then he flicked hard on Alice's forehead.

"It's no use pretending to be pitiful. What's going on?"

"whispering sound……"

In a second, the usual zombie-like face was restored, and Alice wiped off the eye drops from the corners of her eyes.

Puckering her lips, she finally revealed the truth of the latter when Lynch wanted to touch her again: "The master is not familiar with the business, so he only conducts one transaction at the same time."

"This rule has been going on for a long time, and you still haven't told me the truth?"

Hastily covering her forehead, Alice groaned, "It used to be because I was annoying..."

Lynch: "..."

It is human nature to be afraid of trouble, and Lynch felt that this statement was barely plausible.

"What about the previous question?"

When the former was mentioned, Alice couldn't hold back her seriousness any longer, and suddenly collapsed in embarrassment: "It's just... I think it's called a club after all, so there must be a membership card or something..."

Saying that, Alice's tone became a little bit stiffer: "Anyway, aren't all clubs in this world like this!"

After stroking his thoughts, Lynch asked conclusively: "That is to say, you think we are called a club, so you have to have a general understanding of what a club should have, so you made a membership card."

Seeing that Lynch seemed to understand what she was doing, Alice nodded slightly excitedly.

Then Lynch flicked her nose.

"Then you think it's troublesome to make such a thing that will bring you trouble, aren't you doing useless work?"

Alice froze in place at that moment.

After a while, her eyes gradually dimmed, and the breath she exuded was like a robot about to throw herself into a garbage recycling bin—she finally came to her senses and began to dislike making such a stupid and contradictory decision of myself.

Alice fell into a state of self-loathing again, which Lynch didn't expect. He picked it up for Alice with a smile, and strode towards the reception area.

Although I don't care how long the customers wait, it is a business after all, so I can't make the customers wait too much.

When I came to the reception hall, I saw an "old acquaintance" in sight.

Hermes.

Different from the unrestrained and graceful appearance when he came to the club last time, Hermes at this time is like a street picker, and it can even be said that the picker is better than his well-dressed. It can be seen from his state that he should have gone through a one-sided bitter battle to become what he is now, that is, he was chased and beaten by others.

Although Hermes' state is worth continuing to observe, because Lynch has a subtle feeling that something can be deduced from the injuries on his body, but Lynch finally focused on another point.

Beside Hermes, there is actually Alice!

No matter in terms of body shape and appearance, even the slightest movements and breath are the same as that of Alice beside him. Subconsciously looking at the Alice in his hand, the corners of Lynch's mouth twitched wildly.

"...When did you get mass-produced?"

Jumping down from Lynch's hand, Alice raised her head and gave Lynch a blank look.

At this time, Alice who was receiving Hermes walked slowly towards Alice in front of her. When she came in front of the two, she first smiled at Lynch, and immediately merged into the body of Alice in front of her.

Lynch was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed clearly: "Oh, it turned out to be mitosis..."

Alice is now so angry that she doesn't want to talk to her master.

"It might as well be a mass-produced model..." she muttered in a low voice.

He took out a lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth. Lynch simply adjusted his clothes, and then walked towards Hermes who was waiting in front of the bar.

As he stepped forward, Hermes could gradually see his figure, and the aura of nothingness gradually became clear in Hermes' perception.

Looking back, what Hermes saw was the owner of the club coming from nothingness, as if he was born from nothingness, and as if he was the existence that could not be easily understood, the human figure in front of him was just a person who could be observed and perceived imagery.

He sat on the high chair two places apart, and just made a movement of holding the cup, and there was an extra...a teapot in his hand.

"I don't like drinking very much, what would you like to drink?"

"I……"

"Vodka?"

Lynch tilted his head, and suddenly a wine glass exuding a strong smell of alcohol suddenly appeared in Hermes' hands.

The appearance of the wine glass was not abrupt, at least Hermes never felt any abruptness, as if he was holding a wine glass in his hand.

After pondering for a moment, Hermes suppressed his shock at what he saw: after all, this is a club, the oldest place in the world, and an absolute authority standing in the long river of civilization that no one has ever shaken.

And the man in front of him is the owner of this place.

Hermes clenched his fists and carefully pushed the membership card to Lynch's side.

"If the rules established by the club before..."

"The club always walks the talk," Lynch interrupted lightly. "Rules are rules. Since you are a guest and have a club membership card, the club will definitely listen to the guest's appeal and give a response after evaluation."

Hearing what Lynch said, Hermes was obviously relieved.

Seeing Hermes' reaction, Lynch was basically sure of the direction of his appeal: he was desperate to come here, and Hermes showed signs of being hunted down. Now he knows the last straw Fortunately, this series of appearances is almost telling Lynch what he is asking for-seeking asylum.

Of course, this is just speculation, and Hermes has to say the details himself.

"If it is a transaction, please move here."

"good."

When Lynch got up, he picked up the membership card. Hermes knew very well that the membership card would lose its effectiveness after handing it over to the club, but he didn't regret using this precious opportunity at this time, because now If you don't use it, you will be useless in the future.

Sitting down under Lynch's guidance, Hermes cut to the chase.

"I believe that seeing my current state, you can guess what my appeal is-I hope the club can provide me with comprehensive security protection for a period of time until the door of this dream is closed."

Hearing the words, Lynch suddenly smiled and said, "Guest, you should know the club's trading principles, right?"