Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 109 Are uninvited guests also guests?

Linger gently pushed open the door of the "actor lounge" and found that the furnishings inside were simple. Apart from a few chairs for resting, there were miscellaneous items piled up everywhere. At this time, two people were arguing in the room - it was not appropriate to say that they were arguing, because the accurate situation was that one party was talking nonstop, while the other party was silent and scolded.

The one being scolded was the actor who had just performed on the stage. As for the person who was criticizing him, he had met Ling Ge once before.

Looking at the man in front of him with a small mustache, a dark green beret and an artistic air, the young man couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes. He recognized him as the somewhat neurotic playwright he met yesterday when he was asking for directions on Scherer Street. He seemed to be very fond of the name "The Goblin Sleeps" and wanted to write it into his new work. For this reason, he even asked Ling'er for his opinion, but the young man could not make the decision, so he neither agreed nor refused.

I didn't expect to meet him here again today. Should I say it is a coincidence or some kind of unexpected inevitability?
However, the man I met on Scherer Street was a bit nervous but still a warm and friendly person; compared with the excited man in front of me, there is indeed a slight difference in his image. Perhaps this is a common problem for artists. As long as it involves creation, they will become a different person.

Due to the interference of the thread of fate, the two people in the room did not notice the unauthorized intrusion of Ling Ge and Saint Xia Liya, and they continued to communicate about acting skills, and the male actor occasionally responded. From their conversation, Ling Ge gained a lot of information, such as the man's name was Mills, his main job was a playwright - Ling Ge already knew this, and his side job was... the owner of the Central Theater.

No wonder the male actors could only listen attentively in front of him and could not say a few words in rebuttal. Ordinary playwrights certainly do not have such great power and qualifications to train actors obediently, but if it is a theater owner, it is a different matter.

Besides, Mills is not being unreasonable. The views he put forward are reasonable from the perspective of script writing, but they are a bit demanding of the actors.

After standing there and listening for a while, Linger gradually came up with an idea. He said to Saint Xia Liya, "Is there any way for me to talk to Mr. Mills alone?"

The girl nodded slightly, then bent her fingers slightly and plucked a golden thread of fate in the void. Then, the conversation between the two people in the room came to an abrupt end, just like a play that was suddenly frozen in the middle of the performance, which seemed particularly abrupt. Then, Mills seemed to remember something he had forgotten, slowly frowned, and said to the actor: "Let's stop here today, you should prepare for the next performance, and tell others that I have some urgent matters to deal with, so unless the theater is going to close tomorrow, don't disturb me."

A look of doubt and astonishment gradually emerged on his face, a strange voice sounded from the side: "I'm sorry to bother you in this way, Mr. Mills, but I have something I want to talk to you alone."

The actor showed a relieved expression, and agreed immediately as if he was afraid that the other party would change his mind. Then he turned around and left the lounge that belonged to him impatiently, automatically ignoring Ling Ge and Saint Xia Liya who were standing by the door. He did not forget to close the door before leaving, but he did not think about when it was opened.

After a brief pause, she continued, "We are the guests and he is the host. If the guests come uninvited and ignore the host's wishes, it would be very rude."

Linger frowned slightly after noticing his address. Could it be that Mills was also a magician, so he could see Saint Shallia? Today's luck was too weird. I didn't know whether to say it was good or bad. I actually ran into two magicians at the same time.

"who!?"

But Saint Xia Liya knew what he was thinking, shook her head and said, "I let him see it."

you?

After the actor left, Mills turned around and pulled over a chair to sit down, wanting to deal with the urgent matter he mentioned, but suddenly he was stunned and remembered that he did not have any so-called "urgent matter" to deal with. The thought just now seemed to have suddenly popped up in his mind, without any warning, but it made him believe it without a doubt.

Mills turned his head subconsciously, only to find that two strangers had appeared in the room without him noticing. He stood up from his chair with a vigilant expression: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

"Yes, Mr. Mills!"

How should I put it... this reason is surprisingly consistent with Saint Shalia's personality.

So Linger accepted her explanation and turned to look at Mills, who looked suspicious but thoughtful: "As you can see, Mr. Mills, we have no ill intentions. We just want to learn more about "March Search Diary" from you..."

"It's you!" Mills interrupted him before he finished speaking. The writer finally recalled what happened yesterday: "You are the traveler who came to me for directions yesterday. I remember you were looking for...the Goblin Sleeping Inn at 13 Scherer Street, right? Yes, it should be this hotel. I am deeply impressed by the name and I won't remember it wrong, because it does have a unique charm?"

As he spoke, his mustache moved with his lips, and his thoughtful gray eyes made him look like the stereotyped "paranoid and funny down-and-out painter" in old dramas. His impression of Linger did not come from his appearance or other things, but from a name that is easily overlooked, which just proves that artists' focus is always different from that of ordinary people.

Although he was interrupted, Lingge, who knew he was in the wrong, didn't care since he was an uninvited guest. He politely replied, "Yes, Mr. Mills, I just came to Rostin City yesterday. You can call me Lingge, and this is my companion, Saint Shalia."

The blue-haired girl nodded to Mills as a greeting, and the lamb she was leading bleated twice in dissatisfaction, so Ling Ge paused for a while and added: "And her sheep."

"Okay, Mr. Ling, Miss Saint Shallia, and Miss Saint Shallia's sheep..." Mills' eyes slowly swept over the two people and the sheep, with a complicated expression on his face: "This is indeed a magical combination, just like walking out of a fairy tale picture book, it's unbelievable. To be honest, I have an urge to write a story based on you, but I think now is not the time to do this, right?"

He asked Lingge in return, and the latter nodded silently, so he pointed to the chairs next to him and said, "Then let's sit down and talk."

……

At the same time, the fairy was sleeping in the hotel.

Shemi pulled Metien along, and the two little girls took advantage of the time when Shelia was busy mixing water at the counter and had no time to pay attention to anything else, and sneaked into the kitchen, gestured to the Mr. Rabbits who were washing dishes to keep quiet, then pushed open the back door of the kitchen, and the mine cart track leading to the underground garden appeared before them.

Xie Mi took out two safety helmets from the tools piled nearby, handed one to Metien, put the other on himself, fastened the buttons, and checked whether the crystal inside the searchlight was functioning properly, making all the preparations before departure.

Metien followed suit, not slow at all, but still a little nervous: "Shami, is it really okay for us to do this?"

"No problem, Metien!"

Xie Mi gave his friend a confident smile: "We are just going to play in the herb garden. Even if Big Sister knew, she wouldn't blame us!"

"But," Metien obviously didn't believe her, with a suspicious look in his eyes, "If it doesn't matter, why do we have to go there so secretly?"

"Hmm." Xie Mi thought for a moment, then moved closer and told Metien in a mysterious tone, "Because there is a very special guest living in the herb garden. She doesn't like to be disturbed by others, so my eldest sister usually forbids others from approaching the herb garden."

"If we go over now, won't we disturb the guest?"

"It's okay. She's usually fast asleep. Just be gentle and don't make too much noise so you don't wake her up."

"Oh, I'll definitely pay attention to that! By the way, Shaymi, what's the name of that guest?"

"Name? I don't know. My eldest sister didn't tell me. She herself didn't seem to want to reveal it. She just asked everyone to call her - Mrs. Shu."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)