Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 312 Is the past always similar?

After the game started, one person was ignored, as if she had never existed. But in fact, she was the original owner of this valley, the fuse of this battle, and the source of past obsessions, hatred, betrayal and deception spanning thousands of years. How can a person who is at the center of the storm remain indifferent to the disaster happening around him?

Inside the white windmill tower, the girl leaned her head against the cold rock wall, gazing at the scenery outside the window with sad eyes. She saw that the valley that was so familiar in her memory had now changed into another strange appearance, so strange that it felt strange. The only thing that remained unchanged was the fights and injuries between people. They seemed to be close at hand and had never left. No matter how hard she tried, she could not escape.

The thin wings gently covered the girl's body and hands and feet. The ends of each feather were stained with tiny dust, which stained the original whiteness. The gray haze color was quite similar to the bleak clouds in the sky, or the withered branches on the snow-covered mountain tops. It casually drooped in a corner of the sky and a line of the mountain tops, and its listless appearance reflected the owner's mood at the moment. Perhaps it was necessary to find the most unskilled washerwoman in the most remote laundry alley in Lunweiting, use the worst shampoo and soap, and work the longest night with the most clumsy and rough methods, and then expose it to the cruelest sunlight of the season, in order to finally wash out such a gloomy white color, which made people feel depressed at first sight.

At every moment, Yieta felt suffocating loneliness and fear. Sometimes she felt deeply lonely because she could not leave here and see the outside world again; sometimes she was so scared that she almost trembled when she thought of the misfortune and pain she would encounter after leaving here. She used her soft wings to build the strongest shell in the world and hid herself inside, thinking that she could escape the unspeakable emptiness, but she didn't know that people's wishes often go against their own destiny.

Therefore, when the young man's bland questioning voice penetrated the dullest brick on the sturdiest cell, and surrounded the girl in the shell along with the ubiquitous air and sadness, she shrank back, her fingertips trembling slightly, but touched a cold and hard crack.

This closed world is like an eggshell that breeds some chaotic thoughts. When it exists, human rationality and intellect have not yet acquired their own form. Only words can penetrate the barriers, flashing like lightning and splitting the memory crystals from prehistoric times on the eggshell.

why?
She was at a loss and thought: Why do I always have to go through this?
From the past to the present, from the present to the distant future, and from the future to another unpredictable destiny, the scenes she had seen, the loneliness she had feared, and the things she had lost had never changed.

I don't want this anymore.

She thought sadly again.

[LV? ? ? Girl's Royal Power·Freedom-Yieta HP1/1 MP9999/9999]

The words were cut off before they were finished. Shemi slowly opened his eyes and saw Professor David taking out something very familiar from his arms. It was a book wrapped in dull brass, which was -

Lingge didn't even look back at him, as if he had completely ignored the guy's existence. Such an arrogant and indifferent demeanor made Professor David's ridicule fall into the air. He even felt that he was the one being ridiculed. So his face suddenly became ugly, and he clenched his cane tightly, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "The paranoia of a fool!"

However, the changes inside the tower could not be seen by people outside the tower, so the windmill tower in their eyes still responded with silence. The huge wooden blades had been corroded by moss over the years and had long been mottled and could no longer rotate.

The little goblin Xie Mi put his hands on his waist and shouted angrily: "Why do you say it's impossible? I think it's just the opposite. It's very possible. After all, everyone would want to beat up a disgusting guy like you! You're done. I'll call my eldest and second sisters to beat you up right away..."

At this moment, something called a "blood bar" slowly appeared above the girl's head. It was not green, symbolizing a friendly party, nor was it red, symbolizing an enemy. It was blue, right in the middle, as if it was impartial and would not lean towards anyone.

……

If a person only stubbornly believes in what he believes in and doesn't take other people into consideration, what else can he be called if not paranoid? Rochelle is like this, and so are the young people in front of him. Their behavior is so stupid that it makes people want to vomit.

"Hey, what makes you say that?!"

"The Kreisov Brass Scroll." The professor said word by word, "Back then, the Kreisov royal family, the Blue Sky Cult and the Lord-given angels made a covenant in the village of Avignon. The covenant stipulated that the army under the Kreisov royal family and the followers of the Blue Sky Cult could not actively harm the angels, and the latter were also prohibited. Although the Kreisov royal family that signed the contract has been destroyed, the faith of the Blue Sky Cult has not been completely lost. The remaining faith is concentrated on this holy relic [The Breath of Nothingness of the Blue Sky God] on my body, so this contract is still valid. This means that under the constraints of the covenant, the angel cannot attack me. Do you understand this, Mr. Ling?"

Professor David was initially shocked by Ling's sudden action, but he quickly reacted. His cold glasses showed a mocking expression: "So this is what you were thinking, Mr. Ling. Do you think you can turn the tide by relying on the power of angels? I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, because this is impossible."

That's why Professor David said that this is something that would never happen.

Holding the Brass Book of Kresov, he was like holding the strongest shield in the world. That was why he dared to go deep into the rift, seize the power of the angels, and realize the ambitions of his ancestors and fathers.

"If you understand this truth," Professor David's voice was full of holes, as if countless gusts of wind were blowing in his throat, "you should make a wise choice, Mr. Ling. Accepting failure is not weakness, but it is precisely realizing that you still have shortcomings in some areas. You can use it to warn yourself and make corrections in the future." For example, in the next life.

His cold, venomous eyes said so clearly, and Ling finally reacted. He turned his head to look at the professor, his eyes swept across the brass volume of Kreisov in his palm, not caring at all. He said, "Do you really think so?"

"Why can't I think so?"

David asked in return, and felt it was very funny. The ancient secret history he knew from his ancestors was far better than any human being in this land, let alone some uninvited strangers: "If there had not been the restraint of the Brass Book of Cresov, do you think the angel of Avignon would not want to take revenge on those who betrayed her? She has the great power to blow mountains into the sky. Naturally, she can throw that huge mountain to the palace of the royal family of Cresov, to the cathedral of the Order of Heaven, or to any place where the people she hates are, making them pay a painful price. But in fact, she cannot do this, because the ancient covenant is also a constraint, which prevents her anger from being fully poured out. Once this covenant is violated, it will incur a terrible price, as you have seen."

Professor David spoke in the unfortunate tone of an actor on stage, revealing seven parts of mockery and three parts of gloating: "In that ancient legend, it was mentioned that the great wind was angry because of human betrayal, and called for a storm to destroy the ancient village of Avignon. It was a terrible disaster. Because of this, the villagers of Avignon had to leave their homeland and come to another land, pretending that this was still their hometown. However, I want to tell you that one hundred and fifty soldiers from the Kingdom of Kresov died in that disaster. They were ordered by the king to monitor this village, but they died in a beast in the storm. Therefore, the angel who broke the covenant also paid the price, so that she could only stay under this deep rift from now on, unable to leave."

When Shemi heard this, his eyes widened: So this was why Yieta couldn't leave the windmill tower room. She violated the covenant out of anger, and was bound by the covenant.

However, the first person to betray her was clearly a human being, the ancestor of the David family, the sinner David who was bewitched by the royal family and the church.

"That's not fair at all," the goblin muttered.

The professor sneered when he heard this: "On the contrary, I think this is the fairest thing to do. Anyway, you should understand by now, Mr. Ling, that it is meaningless to try to win with the help of others or to struggle to death. It is better to be more calm, like Rochelle."

Like Rochelle?

What happened to Rochelle?
Linger frowned slightly, but he ignored David and did not intend to respond. Instead, he continued to speak to the silent windmill tower in front of him, to the unbreakable prison, to the hard shell of a certain girl who was self-enclosed, "It's ironic to listen to his words, Miss Yieta. Your kindness seems to have not been rewarded as it should be, and you even want to make the people who should have been punished continue the tragedy of seven centuries ago. The reason is that you are indifferent to it, unwilling to see the repeated cycle of struggle, but you can sit back and watch another sin happen again."

He whispered, "Old Mr. Norwich, and the villagers of Avignon, may be sad to see you in your current state."

Of course, he was not referring to the old Mr. Norwich whom he met at the site of the New Windmill Village, but the village chief seven centuries ago, whose face he had never met but could perhaps imagine; naturally, he was not referring to the citizens of Avion today, but the ancestors of a more distant era who had worked diligently here seven centuries ago. Although the two actually have the same meaning from a causal perspective.

“Grandpa Village Chief…” In the windmill tower room, the white-haired girl who was leaning against the wall weakly trembled all over. A dazed look appeared on her face. She murmured those familiar names uncontrollably, as if they were right in front of her: “Aunt Fasu, Grandma Maria, Uncle Jack, Little Elaine… and David…”

Beyond the cold and silent white, in that world even more gloomy and cold than the never-ending snow season, fighting and hurt never cease.

"It's over, Mr. Ling, I will get that power." Someone said, "No one can stop me."

But time and space were strangely intertwined at this moment, causing her to hear another person's voice in a trance.

"It's over, Sister Yieta, give me that power!" He said with a grim look, with silent soldiers and flames rising into the sky behind him: "No one can stop me!"

what.

She suddenly realized: everything in this world.

All are sadly similar.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)