Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 291 Do you have a bad feeling?
Alice's intelligence level is basically in a state of uncertainty. Sometimes she is so smart that people suspect she is actually stupid, and sometimes she speaks words that normal people cannot understand and make people's blood pressure rise. Now, she seems to be in the first state, and her analysis is orderly and convincing.

Finally, she came to a conclusion: "That is to say, as long as we follow what the book says and find the secret passage in the ruins of the real Avignon Village, we can reach the bottom of the Ronin Rift and find the mysterious angel. If she is indeed the young queen we are looking for, then everything will be fine. Even if she is not... don't we still have her treasure, hehehe."

At the end, I couldn't help laughing out loud, which exposed my low IQ.

"But," Metien questioned, "We don't have the brass scroll. Will there be any problems if we just go there directly?"

"We can't help it. The only brass scroll unearthed is in the collection of the Lubeon Museum. We can't just go and ask them for it, right? Besides, we represent love and justice, unlike David, the sinner who betrayed the angels and tried to seize their power. As long as we can make this clear, the other party will definitely understand us. So, it's not a big problem!"

Alice seemed very confident, but this guy's confidence was never trustworthy, so everyone turned their eyes to Lingge, wondering what decision he would make.

Should I return to Nimsher City and try to obtain the brass scroll? Or should I go directly to the bottom of the Ronin Rift through the secret passage as Alice said, and believe that my love and justice can convince the angel who was once betrayed by humans? I always feel that there is little hope.

Only Saint Shalia knew that this was not a multiple-choice question.

Lingge had no choice. If he was determined not to get involved in the struggle between animists and the church, then there was only one answer -

"Tomorrow afternoon," the young man said softly, "we will set off to the Ronin Rift."

What were they talking about? The princess of Beman could not help but daydream, and suddenly she felt a strange touch at her feet. She lowered her head and found that it was the lamb that was using its head to push against her instep. She smiled and reached out her hand, gently stroking the soft and fluffy hair on its back, just like stroking a white snowflake falling from the sky.

Anyway, we have reached a consensus and found a breakthrough direction. We just need to wait for tomorrow's results. I wonder if the mysterious angel is the next young queen everyone is looking for, and what kind of person is she?
With some trepidation and anticipation, Metien brought Shemi back to her room and continued to study the potion books that Ovilla had copied for her, striving to get through the theoretical learning stage as soon as possible and enter the practical testing phase. By then, she would use Sister Alice as an experiment to try to cure her ADHD, neurosis, overconfidence, and terminal anxiety disorder... etc. As the pink-haired girl thought so, her desire to save the wounded and dying became stronger.

"I'm sure you'll find it."

Only the two girls and Wang Quan were left in the room.

The young man was looking at the night view of the town outside the window, silent. Saint Xia Liya stood side by side with him, her lips as soft as early spring primroses slightly opening and closing, and no one knew what she was saying. Her voice was so soft and thin that even Ovira, who was in the same room, could not hear it clearly. Perhaps only Lingge, who was close by, heard it.

"Seeking confirmation?"

Linger made such a decision, of course, he had his reasons. Although I was a little confused: Why must it be in the afternoon? If we pursue efficiency, wouldn't it be more appropriate to set off in the morning? Could it be that Linger was considering Alice and leaving her time to stay up late and sleep in?

The blowing night wind carried the conversation between the young man and the shepherdess to the shadows of the windmills standing in the distance, like the backs of giants standing in the darkness.

Olvera originally lived in the same room with Lingge. Seeing that everyone had left, she yawned, took out her own paper and pen, and continued to help Metien copy the books she needed to learn herbal knowledge. However, before the tip of the pen touched the soft paper and made a slight rustling sound, she quietly raised her head and glanced at Lingge by the window.

The girls looked at each other and did not question it.

The golden-haired maid sneezed at the whispering, but didn't take it seriously. She went back to her room mumbling that she didn't have time to play games tonight, so she had to hurry up and make a new game. Although she hadn't decided on the subject yet, it didn't matter. She could just make a plan first and think about the rest later.

Even the lamb would laugh out loud if such a reason was spoken.

"No need, just to verify some things."

"Well, although Alice's speculation makes sense, I always feel that... the legend is not like this, at least not what we see. There are many truths hidden that we have ignored, and I must find the answers."

"Do you need me to go with you tomorrow morning, Lingge?"

"OK, thank you."

"..."

"... Saint Shallia?" "I'm here, Lingge, what's up?"

"I am not using grace magic now, but——"

"kindness?"

"I still feel a sense of foreboding."

It was as if something was about to happen.

……

As the night deepened, the city of Nimsher was still brightly lit, with rivers of light spreading from the east and north districts, soaking the dark landscape of remote urban areas and suburbs. On the top floor of the Lubeon Museum on Mount Sesher, the curator Professor David was counting the exhibits. The huge exhibition hall was empty, with only the professor's thin back and the cold glass display cases as companions.

Although all exhibition halls were open 24 hours a day during the World Expo, out of caution, only some less important exhibits were displayed at night. Therefore, starting from nightfall, the exhibition halls above the third floor of the Lubeon Museum were closed and no longer received visitors. Precious exhibits such as the originals of various agreements, ancient documents, including the Kreisov brass scroll, will also be transported back to the original exhibition hall for safekeeping.

Originally, Professor David, as the curator, did not need to do such a small thing as counting exhibits himself, but could hand it over to other staff members. However, he was a serious and cautious person, and never slacked off in his work. He always practiced what he preached, and therefore won the respect and love of most people, who believed that he was not only a knowledgeable, humble and polite professor, but also a very responsible curator.

However, no one knows that in the curator's mind, the entire collection of the Luberon Museum combined is not as important as any one of these items.

Standing in front of the display case displaying ancient documents from the Middle Ages, with one hand on his cane and the other hand behind his back, the professor with extraordinary bearing stared at the Kresov brass volume placed in the most conspicuous area. There were extremely complex emotions in his eyes, which were deeper and darker than the quiet night outside the museum.

No matter how many times he looked at it, he sincerely believed that displaying other documents together with this brass scroll was actually an insult to the latter. Although the history of those documents was actually older than the latter, they could show the climate change and natural changes of a region over a long period of seven centuries, and all the traces of an ancient dynasty from its rise to its decline and eventual destruction. Therefore, in the minds of meteorologists and historians, they were far better than an undecipherable mysterious scroll, but how could those people know the true meaning of it?

People in the world are shallow and ignorant. They can only see what they see with their naked eyes. They are unable to trace the source, cross the fog of history, and see the hidden truths.

Only by exploring the memories of past lives and tracing the source of bloodlines can we know that all the unsolved mysteries in the world have their own meaning.

This is true of the frequent wars in ancient and medieval times, the crimes and humiliations buried under the glorious history of the "international city" Nimser, and the determination of animists to uphold their illusory ideals and to fight an invincible enemy for this.

So why can't I - we - do the same?

The so-called possibility is the belief that is constantly verified and consolidated in the obsession passed down from generation to generation.

……

Boom, boom.

Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy and powerful footsteps behind me, as if they suddenly appeared in the exhibition hall, stepping on the luxurious and bright marble floor, gradually approaching Professor David, and finally stopped behind him.

Before the professor turned around, a deep voice like rock sounded, hitting the solid pillars and arches of the church, and echoing under the magnificent semicircular dome: "I am back as promised, Sir David."

"Thanks for your help."

“This liaison operation went very smoothly.”

"I think it's time to move on to the final stage."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)