Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 311 Have you thought of a way to break the impasse?

The third round had just begun when Lingge was exiled by [The Breath of Nothingness of the Sky God]. Therefore, the young man was able to return to the game venue through the gap of nothingness. When he opened his eyes, he found that all his companions were gone, and only a little goblin was looking at him with pitiful but expectant eyes.

Seeing Ling Ge reappear, she immediately cheered: "Great!"

Lingge didn't see his sister, nor did he see Alice and the others. His brows slowly frowned: "What happened, Xie Mi, is the situation very bad?"

"That's pretty bad!"

Shaymi waved his hands and said anxiously, "Metien and Xiaoxia are both dead... Bah, they are not dead yet! Let me think about what Alice said? Oh, they are dead! That's right, Metien and Xiaoxia are both dead! They were killed by that dark-minded guy using a very scary and evil magic, that is, a guillotine falling from the sky? It's called a guillotine, right? I heard that humans used that thing to execute prisoners in the past, so scary! And, Alice and Avra ​​were also blown away by that guy, just like you just now! Did you see the birdman behind him? Lingge, with a wave of his hand, a black wind blew up, and then, whoosh-whoosh-blown them all away, disappeared!"

The little goblin spoke a long and incoherent speech, and while he was speaking he demonstrated to Lingge what had happened before with his claws and teeth baring. At the end he puffed up his cheeks to imitate the sound of a storm blowing by, proving that there was nothing wrong with his description.

Although her ability to organize words and express herself in language needs to be improved, Ling Ge has managed to figure out the cause and process of the incident, and understands what kind of predicament she is in now.

Two companions were killed, two companions were exiled, and only himself, a pure auxiliary, and a little elf with extremely unstable skills were left. Then... could he defeat the BOSS who was powerful, scheming, and possessed the power of the holy relics?
"Ringling." Shemi looked at him expectantly, "You must have some idea, right?"

No one knew why she trusted Lingge so much. Perhaps it was because, among the people present, she had no one else she could trust except Lingge.

The contempt and disdain for the goblins revealed in his words made Xie Mi puff up his cheeks in anger. He looked at him unconvinced, as if thinking about what words to use to refute him. Like the eldest sister, with a gentle but frightening tone? Or like the second sister, with a direct, sharp and merciless verbal attack? It was really confusing.

But Professor David didn't say these words just to quarrel with Shaymi, so he quickly looked away, fixed his eyes on the young man's face, and sneered, "Of course, our Mr. Ling would not have such naive fantasies, because he is a rational person. Rational people know the reality best and know when to succumb to the difficulties in front of them, rather than struggling in vain, longing for false hope, and finally falling into deeper despair."

"Do you agree with me, Mr. Ling?"

Linger glanced at him, and saw some mockery and undisguised malice in his sinister eyes. He didn't care, and suddenly said, "Today, I meet you for the first time, Professor David."

The latter was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to talk about irrelevant topics at such a critical moment. For a moment, he wondered if he had really accepted the reality and given up struggling as he expected. So a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So what?"

As the evil villain boss, Professor David scoffed at this inexplicable trust: "Still dreaming of victory? What a naive idea! But it's not surprising. Living in this world, if you don't understand the laws of nature and society, it's natural to have many empty fantasies. What's more, the goblins are famous for their innocence and simplicity. What has never changed since ancient times is the persistence of nature in their bones."

He asked hypocritically.

"Nothing, just very strange." Ling Ge shook his head and said, "Not everyone who meets me for the first time can call out my name and act as if they know my personality very well. So, although you and I met for the first time, it's not the first time you know me, right? Let me guess, did Mr. Rochelle mention something about me to you?"

A look of surprise passed across Professor David's face.

"Please don't be so surprised, because this is obvious." Ling Ge said slowly: "You are a follower of the Holy Spring Monastery, at least on the surface, and Mr. Rochelle is a follower of the Fertile Soil Sect. As followers of animism, it is normal for you to communicate with each other. Besides, I have seen him in the Lubeon Museum."

At that time, Rochelle told him about the different histories of the same world in light and shadow, and advised him to leave Nimsher City, then turned and left, but not towards the museum gate. Now thinking back, it was probably to meet Professor David. Professor David understood after hearing this explanation, so he simply stopped hiding it and laughed coldly, "That's true, but so what? Do you want to ask me for mercy through Rochelle's relationship? I'm afraid you will be disappointed. My relationship with that guy is not as good as you think. In fact, I hate him."

"He is like a hard stone living in the Middle Ages. He is always so stubborn and stubborn. He believes in things based on prejudice and arrogance, but he still brazenly calls himself a true believer. It's disgusting to the point of making people want to vomit. You should also know that in this world, except for some forces that we must master, there is really nothing that can be called the basis of faith. Oh, by the way, Mr. Ling."

He seemed to remember something, paused for a moment, and then said in a tone that was even colder than the snowy season in Nimsher City: "Please don't blame me for my many remarks or actions against you in the battle just now. It's because when Rochelle mentioned you, he always said that you are a true believer like him. This sentence makes people - especially me - feel sick, so I always treat you as that guy, wanting to peel off his high-sounding skin and see what kind of dirty and despicable thoughts are hidden under those righteous words, which are worthy of him to regard them as noble ideals and distinguish them from fools like me... Ah, sorry, this sentence is also not directed at you, can you understand me, Mr. Ling?"

He bowed sincerely to express his apology.

"Ugh!" The little elf Xie Mi covered his mouth and retched, as if he was disgusted by Professor David's darkness and hypocrisy.

"I see. I can understand that."

Linger nodded and said, "After all, you are just jealous of Mr. Rochelle."

"Jealous?" Professor David clenched the end of his walnut cane tightly. If it weren't for the pixel model, the veins would have bulged and the joints would have turned white. Every word he said was horrible and seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Did I hear you wrong, Mr. Ling? Did you just say... I am jealous of him?"

"Yes, you heard it right." Linger said in a flat tone, "After all, people like you who are as humble as dust and as stubborn as crickets are destined to roll in muddy swamps and be stained with dust in dirty corners all their lives. It is natural that you will be jealous of those who have firm beliefs and faiths, so you try your best to slander their personalities with vicious words and trample on their ideals with rude insults, trying to make yourself have a higher level of rationality than human sensibility. However, that is just the most insignificant truth you have learned from long torture and self-torture in your insignificant life. Specifically, you are no different from those mediocre people who are accustomed to jealousy, Professor David, but your actual actions have more dark and shameful emotions than their thoughts that can still be restrained in their hearts."

"..." Shemi, who was standing by, opened his eyes wide and stared at Lingge blankly, as if he could not imagine that those words just came from the mouth of this calm and cold young man. Professor David lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression, but his hands holding the cane were shaking slightly, and it can be imagined that he must be very angry. Shemi even expected him to yell and curse in a rage.

But the professor withstood such a test, at least maintaining his hypocritical appearance very well. He slowly raised his head, his smile was even colder than before, and it was also filled with some vicious cruelty: "I hope that when you know what Rochelle is doing and what she is about to do, you can still keep your current opinion."

Ling said, "I am not saying these things because of what Mr. Rochelle did or did not do. I am simply evaluating your values ​​based on my personal standpoint. Even without his comparison, your character will be exposed in those hypocritical and pretentious words and deeds, just like snow will melt in the sunlight."

"Unfortunately, it is now the Ice Moon in Nimsher City." The professor said coldly, "The blizzard will come soon, and it will be more violent than you think. You don't know this land, just as you don't know my last name, outsider. Now please continue your turn, start struggling, and then, freeze to death here with your pride and rationality."

What he said seemed to make sense, because no matter how the words fought, at least in the battle scene, Professor David had an indisputable advantage.

Lingge was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Have you ever thought that maybe I know more than you do?"

The professor was stunned. Before he could respond, he saw the young man not far away turn around and say to the windmill tower that had always stood there like a backdrop for a stage play: "Even at this time, are you going to remain silent?"

"Ms. Yieta."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)