Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 206 Is Lingge a sage?

Although the arena was devastated and scarred after the fierce battle, it still retained its dignified temperament. Instead, it was more solemn and quiet, like a fearless warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, silently telling you a story about iron and fire with the scars from knives and axes on his body, which made those who were in it feel awe.

In the center of the ruins, three red-gold giant swords crossed each other and went deep into the ground. The rune-carved swords ignited a blazing flame, illuminating the surroundings. This was a gift left by the Martial God Emperor Karna before he left. It was also the only fire source that did not need to be lit by Olvera, just like the fire source in the room at the beginning. One symbolized the beginning, and the other symbolized the end.

This journey, which was not magnificent but definitely thrilling for Princess Beman, is about to come to an end.

Not far away, the sounds of companions' talking and laughing could be heard. A huge sword-shaped fire source was burning fiercely, casting a shadow on the devastated land after the war. In the void licked by the flames, sparks like crystal butterflies were swirling and dancing, and the atmosphere was warm and peaceful.

Alice was waving her holy sword Broken Steel with great enthusiasm, and at the same time, she was talking nonstop to the people around her. Her tone was so excited, and her voice was not restrained at all, so even though they were some distance apart, Ovira could still hear what she was saying: "...So, it's really cool, right? You have to recite a line before each move. Let's put aside the question of whether it's powerful or not. The important thing is that the fashion value has increased! As we all know, the higher the fashion value, the stronger the combat power... What's that expression on your face, Lingge? I'm not talking nonsense, okay? This is all well-founded, and the facts have strongly proved this point, so what I mean is, I want to play it this way too!"

After that, she pointed the bladeless holy sword in her hand at Lingge, who looked speechless. After thinking for a few seconds with a serious expression, she suddenly shouted, "The martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle, and the bravery of the hegemon is demonstrated here - Huangwu Tyrannical Sword! Ah!"

The blue blade suddenly slashed down, causing a whirring sound and spinning fire snakes, which looked quite terrifying. But Ling Ge did not move at all, and watched the sword slashing down at him expressionlessly, and finally stopped steadily two or three inches away from the tip of his nose. A few strands of hair on his forehead were blown away by the airflow driven by the sword, which set off his pair of golden eyes that were calm and indifferent.

"Why don't you dodge?" Alice's disappointed voice came from behind the sword: "You have to show a scared expression and dodge, so that my sword can show how powerful it is!"

"My suggestion is," Linger raised his left hand and gently pushed the sword aside, then glanced at the golden-haired maid and said slowly, "Instead of dwelling on these meaningless things, it is better to focus on practicing swordsmanship. This may be more effective."

Linger nodded heavily: "Yes."

"I don't want to die. Run, little lamb, and don't let Alice catch up with you!"

"What did you say? I'm going to get angry, aren't I? Thunder roars in the sky, and the enemies on the ground are terrified - take that! Wushuang's shocking lightning!"

Lingge stood there, expressionlessly watching the man, the goblin, and the sheep running around the sword-shaped fire source, shouting and yelling. Although he didn't say anything, one could still feel his tiredness. Saint Shallia hesitated for a moment, then walked to his side and whispered to comfort him: "Everyone is energetic, which is a good thing. Don't you think so, Lingge?"

Lingge couldn't understand, and what's more.

"BAA Baa baa!"

"Hey, I'm hiding, so I can't be hit!"

"Wow, you can say such shameless words, you are worthy of being Alice!"

What a strange desire to win.

Of course, Alice also has her reasons: "If he uses his moves, then it's his moves? Then if I use it, then of course it's my moves!"

“Humph, it’s not over yet! The art of martial arts has reached the pinnacle… What’s next? Forget it, never mind, just take my Heavenly Sword first! You should die without regrets today for being defeated by the sword of the Martial God Queen Alice!”

"Baa!" the lamb agreed.

"You didn't come up with this move yourself, did you?" Xie Mi, who was riding on the lamb's head, crossed his arms and pointed out the loophole in Alice's words in a serious manner, standing from the perspective of a pure passerby: "This is clearly the move of the Martial God Emperor Karna, and it has nothing to do with you."

I don’t know why, but I feel even more tired.

"Nonsense!" Alice retorted dissatisfiedly, "Fashionability is also important! If you don't have your own lines and tricks, how can you show your uniqueness as a protagonist? Fashionability is the difference between a protagonist and a supporting role! As a protagonist, I can't lose to a boss guarding the level in this regard!"

……

Fortunately, Metien was not among the troublemakers, otherwise Ling would have kicked Alice out of the house on the spot and left her to fend for herself. This golden-haired maid did nothing all day and only led others astray. What was the use of her?

So where is Metien? I don't think I saw her.
As Aoweila was thinking, she heard a girl's voice beside her: "Sister Aoweila, why are you sitting here alone again? Why don't you go over and chat with everyone?"

She turned around subconsciously and saw the pink-haired girl standing in front of her, with her hands folded behind her back. She leaned forward slightly and approached the dazed Olvera. The princess's stunned face was reflected in her clear emerald green eyes. She blinked: "Are you shy? It's okay. We are all very gentle people and will not let you feel lonely."

"what?"

Avella was a little slow to react, and quickly shook her head to explain, "It's not what you think, Metien. In fact, I just want to be alone for a while."

"Why? Doesn't Sister Aoweila like a lively atmosphere?"

Avella still shook her head: "That's not the case."

She turned back to stare at the sword-shaped fire source, hugged her legs with her hands, and rested her chin on her knees. Fireflies scattered in her hazy eyes, shining brightly. She said softly: "It's just that I'm about to face the last guardian. This battle is... very important to me. So, I need to calm down."

"So that's it."

Metien nodded his head, completely understanding her thoughts.

After all, this is a battle that determines whether she can regain her freedom. The princess who has been sealed in the castle for so many years and has never seen the outside world will naturally feel nervous. This has nothing to do with bravery or not. Perhaps it should be regarded as the fear of gain and loss of mortals facing an unknown fate.

Although Olvera is not actually a mortal, but a young queen who rules the world, she does not know it, so she still retains the mentality of a mortal.

"Will I disturb you?" Metien asked considerately, "Or do you need me to ask Sister Alice and the others to be quiet?"

After all, they were so noisy that even from a long distance, one could hear Alice yelling “I forgot what was behind the flames of impermanence, so just die” and Shaymi’s wild laughter of “I can’t hit you, I can’t hit you”, mixed in with the bleating of a lamb with contempt and the helpless sigh of Saint Shallia… It was like being back in the theater on Square Street.

The only person who could be considered quiet was Lingge. At such a critical moment, this was definitely a plus! Metian looked at his brother who was sitting on the stone slab and watching the farce coldly, and quietly clenched his fists, quite excited.

Avella didn't know what the pink-haired girl was thinking, so she replied softly, "No, it's better to say that I'm very happy that you can come and talk to me."

Saying that you want to calm down, but feeling very happy when someone takes the initiative to care about you, this is not a manifestation of contradiction in words or personality, but a manifestation of complex emotions in the unconscious. Many people actually do not fully understand their own hearts. When they say they want something, they may be longing for the opposite of it.

Upon hearing this, the considerate Metien gently pulled up her light short skirt made from a nun's uniform, and sat down next to Olvera with her legs together. Because she was short, even if they were both sitting, she could only look up at Olvera's face: "That's good, Sister Olvera, let me talk to you, okay? Ling Ge once told me that if you feel nervous, you should try to chat with the people around you, which can effectively relieve the tension in your heart."

This was the first time the princess had heard such a statement. She asked curiously, "Did he read this in a book? Is Lingge a wise man?"

"Sage?" Metien tilted his head in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"It means a very wise person, knowledgeable and sagacious, who is good at using words to guide the world onto the right path." A look of reminiscence appeared in Olvera's eyes. "My father once told me that there was a sage in Bemang who was proficient in the art of observing the sun. Under his guidance, the country was prosperous and well-known in the Sokolson Mountains. Even the wind fairies who came from afar would ask him for knowledge on governing the country and reclaiming the land. But later, the sage died of illness. After losing his guidance, Bemang was not as prosperous as before. For many years, we have been longing for the emergence of a new sage, but he has never appeared."

At this point, she lowered her voice and said, "In fact, I think the teacher is very much like a sage, but my father said she is not yet a sage; the teacher herself said so as well."

Metien asked, "Is Sister Olvera's teacher very good?"

"kindness."

The princess nodded without hesitation, her tone serious and firm, and said word by word: "Teacher, she is the most powerful person in the world!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)