Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1088 Don’t you care at all?

Lingge fled the inn because he was afraid of the landlady. Actually, it was not entirely an excuse. It had been nearly a week since the fateful pre-war meeting, and today was exactly the seventh day. During this week, Rolena had been staying in her alchemy workshop, working hard, producing one magical alchemy tool after another, which was then transported to various parts of Sky Island by the stone guards guarding outside the workshop, and to the hands of the most suitable people to use them, especially Olvera and Gloria, who were mainly responsible for providing magic power. Although they did not need to bear too much responsibility, being familiar with the weapons in their hands would always give people a little more chance in the ever-changing battlefield.

Rolena used her hometown, the mirror city of Nereides, as a prototype. After repeated discussions with Linger, she decided on this plan to build the defense line of Cloud Whale Sky Island. The city standing on the back of Petrod of the Stone Crab Sea is similar to Cloud Whale Sky Island. If she is given enough resources and time, the girl is confident that she can build Cloud Whale Sky Island into a solid and strict aerial fortress. Unfortunately, these two things are exactly what they lack the most. There is no sufficient time to prepare, and there is a serious shortage of manpower on Cloud Whale Sky Island. It is impossible to take charge of the overall situation like the defense corps of Nereides City, so she has to settle for the second best and focus on several key areas.

These included the whale's head and wings, which were most vulnerable to enemy fire, and the windmill tower area where Yieta was located. The latter was even more important, equivalent to the headquarters or command post in traditional wars. Once Yieta's control was lost, the Cloud Whale Sky Island could not even withstand a round of volleys from the Association Fleet, let alone the Dark Witch Carabosse and her constructed mecha. Therefore, all the lines of defense that the two had envisioned were essentially just a cover for Yieta. On this point, even the Fairy Deep Sleep Inn had to give in.

Among them, the head area, which bears the most intense firepower, is guarded by the Countess who is the most powerful in the team, and Saint Shallia uses the power of the Destiny King to assist her and share the pressure; the two wings are the defense areas of Olvera and Gloria. Of course, they are only responsible for providing magic power, and they really rely on the various props refined by Rorona; as for the most important windmill tower area, Ling will assist Yieta in controlling the Cloud Whale Sky Island and breaking through the enemy's blockade, and the two experienced and experienced traveler fairies, Shesta and Shelia, are their shields. Although the incredible fairy magic has not made much achievement in frontal combat, it is just right to use it to protect others, and there should be no worries.

As for the Fairy Sleep Inn, Leticia was in charge on the surface. Although she repeatedly promised that she would protect Medien and Sister Livia, and reluctantly promised to protect Shemi and those annoying magical plants, could this little guy who only thought about killing really fulfill his duties? Lingge was not optimistic about this. Sister Livia saw the young man's worries, so she quietly found him and said only one thing to him: Don't worry, Mr. Lingge, if anything goes wrong, I will use the power of the Holy Son Gabrielvia to protect Medien and everyone in the hotel, please don't worry.

After hearing this, Lingge couldn't help but ask her, "Hasn't your power of the Holy Son disappeared?"

Sister Livia shook her head gently. "In the battle in the underground ruins of Lunwitin, the dark witch Carabosse did not take away my power of the Son of God. She just destroyed my faith and made me unable to face all the teachings of the True Spirit Sect. The soul of the Son of God was born out of the True Spirit Sect's faith. If I have doubts about my faith, I will naturally not get its response. But as a carrier of the Son of God, I have been with it for many years, and we are connected. I can still feel a breath of it in the dark. If I can break through the shackles without caring about life and death, and forget about the aftermath, I may be able to make it wake up again and come to this world for a short time."

Regardless of life or death, regardless of future affairs... This statement made the young man silent for a moment, and after a long while he asked: "Is it worth it for you to do this?"

"It's all about the faith in your heart, Mr. Linger."

Sister Livia replied, "The theory of the return of the saint has been deeply rooted in people's minds since modern times. The power of faith, which should have been pure and spotless, has become a carrier of filthy gods. Even the True Spirit Sect is not immune to this. I think that animism has long gone astray. Even the saints themselves may not know what path they want to take. Therefore, they regard the previous life in the dream as the aftermath of this life. I am dull by nature and not as pious as others, but I am willing to believe that if all things have spirits, they must point directly to the only Holy Spirit - because the great Virgin Mary has already warned us that at the end of the world, the Holy Spirit will redeem everything and let both the sinless and the innocent be blessed."

She looked at the young man in front of her sincerely: "Assisting the only Holy Spirit to save the world and praying for the tranquility and peace of all things is the path of atonement that the Virgin Mary has guided me on, and it is also my willing choice."

Lingge was silent again.

He knew that the Holy Spirit Sister Livia was referring to was Metien, or perhaps the Golden Apple. Because Themis in the heavens once said that when the laws of the universe collapsed and the order of civilization collapsed, the Golden Apple would unlock the seal left by the goddess, and reshape the world and all things with the 130 million laws of creation. This was very similar to Sister Livia's description of the Holy Spirit saving the world. But how could Sister Livia be sure that Metien was the Holy Spirit? It was even earlier than when Linger guessed that Metien was the Golden Apple. Perhaps it was because the artificial kingship experiment of the Cursed Ring King Kenos did touch a little bit of the real boundary, which made this girl, who was not a king but resembled a kingship, hear something in her pious prayer and see something in the scriptures of the Gospel?
In any case, he had no reason to stop Sister Livia's determination.

They could only pray that this battle would not be as difficult as expected, or that the Witch Society would still treat them as insignificant pawns and look down on them as they did in the past.

But now that things have come to this, apart from the returning King of Order, will the Witch Society see any other enemies?
Lingge walked on the empty wooden plank road with a heavy heart. Usually, there were stone guards or goblins around here. The former were responsible for maintaining the streets and taking care of the plants, while the latter were for collecting nectar and berries. But today, all of them disappeared. Even the birds and beasts in the forest seemed to sense the solemn atmosphere of the upcoming war. They huddled in their nests and dared not say a word. Looking around, I have never seen such a bleak Yunjingkong Island. It was as if the harsh winter that had never happened before had finally arrived.

In such a cold and solemn atmosphere, the young man suddenly stopped and listened. He was sure that he heard a series of strange noises coming from the depths of the forest. If he remembered correctly, that direction should be the right wing of Yunjingkong Island, the area in charge of Avella.

The young man thought about it for a while, but he couldn't help his curiosity and stepped closer. Whether it was psychological or something else, he subconsciously lightened his steps when he left the street and walked into the forest. The thick carpet of fallen leaves and humus on the ground absorbed the sound of his footsteps, making him move silently, even the most agile squirrels would be ashamed of themselves.

As he approached, he heard a familiar voice——

"Hu! Ha! Hey! Hum!"

If you didn’t know, you would think you were in a circus.

Curious, Ling quietly reached out his hand, brushed away the bushes and branches in front of him, and cast his eyes in the direction of the sound. Then he saw that in a small open space in the forest, the Princess of Bemang was actually practicing swordsmanship. Her weapon was a cross sword as beautiful and exquisite as a work of art, with the guard carved into the shape of a rose, and a blue bird with its wings spread out and holy angel wings. No matter from which aspect, the ornamental value was far greater than the actual combat value, but in the hands of the princess, she wielded it in a very realistic manner, advancing and retreating, stabbing or provoking. Her steps and swordsmanship revealed the nobility and calmness of royal blood, and the silver blade also drew a series of awe-inspiring moonlight in the air with the force of her wrist. That was definitely not just a decoration. Ling Ge saw with his own eyes a leaf on the tree being torn by the wind caused by her sword dance, and falling lightly. Before it could hit the ground, it was cut in two by the sword blade that was shining with cold light, just like a dead butterfly in late autumn, silently blending into the dead soil.

The young man was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Avra ​​had such superb swordsmanship. He was not careful and touched the branch next to him. The leaves on the tree suddenly made a rustling sound, which startled the sword-dancing girl in the open space. She immediately put down the cross sword in her hand, cast a vigilant look, and shouted: "Who is there?" Since she has been discovered, there is no need to hide any longer. Lingge walked out from behind the tree trunk, his eyes fell on the cross sword in the hand of Her Royal Highness, and said in a slightly complicated tone: "I didn't expect you to have this talent, Avra."

"Lin, Lingge!?"

The Princess of Bemang was startled and even took a step back as a reflex. She lost all the nobility and grace she had when dancing with the sword just now and stammered, "Why are you here? Did you see everything? No, that's not right! You are not allowed to look at it. Forget it!"

She gave the order in a domineering manner, as if it was as simple as saying "You are not allowed to eat."

But how to forget it? Just like those poor painters in Rostine, wiping it away with charcoal dipped in water?

Ling Ge thought he had no talent in this area, and he didn't think there was anything shameful about this kind of scene. But Avra's fussing reaction surprised him: "Why are you so ashamed? Your swordsmanship is pretty good, at least better than I thought. I'm afraid even if Xino stood here, he wouldn't be able to find any flaws. In that case, why don't you have more confidence in yourself?"

"Eh?"

It seems to make some sense.

I was afraid of being seen because I was afraid of being embarrassed, but I am so good at swordplay, how can I be embarrassed? Once she figured this out, Princess Beman instantly became confident. She casually made a sword flower and put the cross sword back to the buckle on her waist with an extremely elegant movement. Then she coughed lightly and said in a reserved but graceful manner: "Actually, actually, I thought so too. I was just testing you just now. However, even you can see that my swordsmanship is extraordinary. It seems that my level is not too far behind. If my father knew that I could pass on the Flashing Cross Sword Technique that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Leslie royal family, he would be very pleased."

She emphasized the point very well and made all the right gestures, almost writing on her face the words "I am a hermit, come and worship me"

How could Ling Ge fulfill her wish? He ignored the self-praise in her words and deliberately changed the subject: "The Flashing Cross Sword Technique passed down from generation to generation in the Leslie royal family? Is it powerful?"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Olivia stretched out a finger and shook it gently. "Not very powerful, but quite powerful. This sword technique is good at using frequent light reflection, refraction and change techniques in actual combat to create false moves and illusions, so that the opponent can't tell the real from the fake. If it is combined with the light magic of our light elves, it is easy to confuse the opponent with the real and the fake. Do you remember the war god emperor Karna we met in the castle game? He symbolizes the memory of the light elves. In the sword techniques he used, there are traces of the flashing cross sword technique passed down from generation to generation by the Leslie family."

If you hadn't mentioned it, I really hadn't remembered it, but as soon as you mentioned it, I felt like... how are they similar?
Lingge recalled the martial arts tyrant's vigorous sword moves in his mind, and compared them with Ovilla's previous moves. He had to regretfully admit that he could not find any similarities between them. Perhaps it was because he had no talent for swordsmanship. However, it was surprising that Ovilla had such a level.

Perhaps it was because young people were not good at disguising their emotions, or perhaps it was because Princess Beman was still upset about the topic that had just been avoided. She snorted and said, "I know what you are thinking. Do you think that a delicate princess like me should not practice swordsmanship? But I have told you a long time ago that I have been learning swordsmanship from the court swordsman since I was a child. The importance of this course is second only to the etiquette class, social class, grammar class, political science and history class arranged for me by my father and mother!"

That doesn't sound very important.

The young man recalled carefully and found that it seemed to be true, but it could be traced back to a year ago when everyone was still in the ancient castle in Mount Sosen. He remembered that after Olvera awakened Alice's holy weapon, the so-called Broken Steel Holy Sword, she did mention that she had learned swordsmanship from the court swordsman, but she learned the cross sword, which was not compatible with the broadsword.

"I knew you forgot."

Princess Beman groaned again, not very happy: "You don't care about me at all, right?"

Ling Ge: “…”

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