Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 275 Is It the Same Person as Me?

After a lot of fuss and discussions, they still didn't even know where their destination was. Linger did look up some information before arriving in Nimscher, but it was only about the history of the city and the evolution of the World Expo, not about a small, unknown village in Leisenburg.

"How can you say it's unknown?" Alice sternly corrected this wrong view: "After all, it's the place where the Kreisov royal family, the Heavenly Cult, and the so-called angels from the Lord made a covenant. Maybe it's actually very famous, but you're just ignorant and don't know it."

It's so ironic that the words "ignorant and uninformed" come out of your mouth.

Lingge didn't bother to pay attention to her and directly handed this difficult task to Avella.

Under the protection of everyone, the princess of Berman hid in a corner of the museum and conducted a second search using "Avignon" as the keyword. The final result showed:

"Avignon is the ancient name in the 12th century AD." The princess glanced over the contents of the book, summarized them, and repeated them to her companions: "It is located in the northwest of Nimcher City, not too far away. At first, when Nimcher City was still called Dolucien City, it was just a poor little village, and the local residents made a living by farming and herding. Later, for unknown reasons, the warm and humid air currents from the land and sea were able to enter the heartland of the Kingdom of Kresov, improving the natural and climatic environment at the time, and the village of Avignon became prosperous. In the middle of the 12th century, the royal family canonized this place, rebuilt a new city, and changed its name to: Avion."

Avion?
When Ling Ge heard the last name, he had an impression: "The Windy City of Avion?"

"Well, I don't know. It's not written there." Olvera rubbed her eyes and read it carefully again, confirming that there was no mention of the "City of Wind". However, there was a similar description: "After the reconstruction of Avignon, the original site of Avignon Village was preserved. Because there were many windmills built in the village, it is also called the Windmill Village Ruins? Lingge, is this what you are talking about?"

"It should be." Linger nodded and said, "Avion is also a famous tourist city in Leisenburg. There are many attractions in the city, such as the Avion Country Girl Statue, the Sinner David Statue, the Watchtowers, the Primrose Field, and the Ronin Rift. The ruins of the Windmill Village are also one of them. But I never thought that the original name of the Windmill Village was Avignon Village."

"Be careful not to fall if you run too fast~" Olvera yawned, took slow steps, and chased after him like a sleepwalker.

"Shaymi, wait for me!" Metien hurriedly chased after him, flipping through the tour brochure in his hand: "Let me see which pavilion is more interesting first. Oh! Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Shaymi, slow down, I can't catch up with you..."

"Then we will leave Nimser by carriage tomorrow and head for Avion." Of course, the important thing is not where to go, but to leave here and leave the center of the vortex that is about to sweep in.

Lingge had no interest in getting involved in the confrontation between animism and the cult, especially after learning the truth of history and realizing how tragic the war in the mysterious world was. Similarly, he did not think he could stop it. Since he could do nothing, the most sensible thing to do was to stay away from it.

She patted the lamb on the head, and the lamb bleated immediately, took a step forward, and rushed towards the place where there were the most people, leaving behind a series of panicked cries: "Wow, lamb, you are running too fast! Stop, stop, you are going to hit someone!"

"In that case, there's nothing we can do." Shemi said solemnly, "Metien, we have to take advantage of today to visit all the interesting exhibition halls! There's no time to waste. Go ahead, little sheep!"

As for today.

Saint Shallia silently pulled a few new threads of fate, diverting the attention of nearby tourists.

Provided that the struggle between animism and the Order does not mess up the fair.

Lingge glanced at her indifferently, and the golden-haired maid suddenly fell silent and stopped talking.

Linger glanced at the reluctant Metien and the puffed-up little elf Shemi, paused for a moment, and said, "Let's continue to visit the expo today and relax. If time permits, perhaps we can catch up with the closing ceremony. After all, Avion is not too far from Nimsher."

Alice gloated and said, "I told you that you are ignorant!"

It was not easy to cover up the noise made by these people. Seeing this, Ling Ge said to her, "Thank you for your hard work, Saint Xia Liya."

"Nothing." The shepherdess shook her head gently: "Everyone is energetic, which is a good thing."

As they talked, the two of them walked towards the main entrance of the museum. Hey, who did they miss?

Ignore the most energetic person.

"Hmm?" Alice looked back and her eyes fell on the display case where the Kreisov brass scroll was displayed. At this time, there were only a few tourists visiting, but they didn't seem very interested and just glanced at it casually. Compared with other exhibits that were either gorgeous and noble or exquisitely shaped, these ancient documents and books had a long history and profound meaning, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they were no different from a pile of waste paper.

Everything seemed normal, but Alice scratched her hair and muttered, "Why do I feel weird?"

What does that feel like?

can not say it clearly.

It seems to exist, but also seems not to exist; I should care about it, but it doesn’t seem to matter if I don’t care; I want to pursue it, but there are no clues; if I ignore it, my heart feels empty.

Perhaps this is the regret of life.

Alice sighed softly, feeling sad and melancholy. But when she looked back, she found that her companions had already walked far away, almost out of the museum gate, and didn't seem to have any intention of stopping to wait for her. The golden-haired maid was immediately anxious and hurriedly ran after them. Her heels stepped on the smooth marble floor and blended into the low and noisy discussions of the crowd, seeming empty and small.

……

On the third floor of the Lubeon Museum, in the rooms decorated in a gorgeous and elegant style, every brick and every pillar exudes the brilliance of the past era. This was once the room where the inquisitors of the Order of the Holy Spring lived and prayed alone, but now it displays court supplies from the Kreisov dynasty, such as the extremely luxurious "Bacchanalian-style four-poster bed in the center of the room, which is a typical example.

Although in the view of Professor David, who is familiar with the history of his country, a king who rules over only a few hundred thousand subjects, whose country has two-thirds of barren and uncultivated land, whose army is only used to guard the capital, whose political tactics are limited to infinite compromise and greedy demands, and whose power is not as great as that of a count of the Kingdom of Greater Britta at the same time, is really not qualified to call himself an "emperor", especially when this emperor has the leisure to make his bed with the softest silk bedding, cover it with the most exquisite hand-woven curtains, and decorate it with the most gorgeous bright gems when his people are poor and the treasury is empty, such a mood of ridicule and sarcasm will become even more inflated, to the point where it cannot be restrained.

The middle-aged gentleman who inherited the position of director of the Luberon Museum from his father, stood behind the elegant balcony railing, holding the dark and heavy walnut cane in both hands, quietly watching the scene below. From here, you can see a white stone brick road leading straight to the Seschel Hill Steps. Evergreen spring ivy trees are planted on both sides of the road. The treetops shade the shadows of pedestrians coming and going, as dense as a surging river. In the professor's eyes, they all become floating and flickering dim blocks of color.

As the organizer of the 11th World Expo, the pavilion of Leisenburg was not as popular as the pavilions of the three major powers and the religious order, but it was also fully respected. Visitors came in an endless stream, forming a long line. Among these visitors from all over the world, the figure of the young man was not the most eye-catching, even very inconspicuous, as if he deliberately reduced his presence, wanting to blend into the crowd and become a drop of wave under the river.

But Professor David's sight could automatically filter out the presence of other people and was firmly locked on the young man's back. His eyes were silent, focused and deep, as if he wanted to see something from it, but he could see nothing.

As far as observations were concerned, there was nothing noteworthy about the young man.

and so--

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, there was a sound of low and heavy footsteps behind me, stepping slowly on the smooth marble slabs, as if stepping on a mountain path covered with rocks and dust, walking towards Professor David on the balcony step by step. Each step was like a giant's stride, hitting the luxurious and bright walls of the room, and there was a hollow echo.

However, there was clearly no sound of the door opening, as if the man appeared out of thin air.

"So," Professor David said without turning his head, still leaning on his walnut cane, "you delayed meeting me just because of such an ordinary young man, Rochelle?"

"About the right amount, but there are two points that need to be corrected. First, I was not late, and there are still three minutes left before the agreed time. Second, he is not an ordinary young man, but a true believer." Rochelle stopped and stood side by side with Professor David on the balcony. With his deep and complex brown eyes, he looked down at the crowd that was flowing like a river. Seeing that the young man had walked down the steps of Mount Seschel and gradually disappeared from his sight, he slowly said, "Same as me."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)