Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 313 Is this a simple logic?
As mentioned above, the game time in a single round is limited. Once the time limit is exceeded, the round will be forced to end by the system. Our little elf Xie Mi unfortunately made this mistake. Because of his own fanciful thinking, he missed the opportunity to make the right judgment and ended his round without any achievement.

However, now, a young man named Ling seems to have made the same mistake.

As he stared silently at the windmill tower in front of him, waiting for a girl trapped inside to give him a positive and perhaps sad answer, time passed by in his silent eyes. Although the goblin who had made the same mistake kept shouting to remind him, the young man seemed to be isolated from the outside world and turned a deaf ear to it. Perhaps at this moment he was indeed in another world, connected with the girl in the tower room through some unique wisdom and inspiration, sharing those memories that traced back seven centuries, and analyzing one by one what the significance of their position in the long river of history was, was it based on accident or intention?

This is a more magnificent undertaking than the wishful thinking of counting how many souls are lost in the Goddess's lightless sea, and therefore it will take mankind 12,000 years from ancient times to build civilization and drive out ignorance to complete it. Obviously, neither Alice's game console nor Professor David can wait for such a long and boring time, and at this time they are surprisingly and unanimously cold.

Then soon a cold reminder sound was heard.

[Time has run out. Since you have not taken any action, the round has ended automatically.]

"It seems that it is over, Mr. Ling." It was Professor David's turn. He had a calm smile that only a winner could have. The god of the sky with a bird's head and a human body stood behind him. The storm he stirred up was like millions of black bats flying across the night sky. In an instant, the valley was covered with darkness. "Nothing can stop me."

The terrifying storm was heading towards Shemi, trying to banish her to the eternal void outside the world. As for why Shemi was chosen instead of Lingge, it was because the professor believed that he had already won, so he wanted to defeat Lingge himself and make him feel the deep sense of powerlessness.

The innocent little elf was facing the storm and screamed in panic. He wanted to escape but was restricted to the spot and couldn't move. He asked Lingge for help with tears in his eyes. At this time, the young man turned around and said two words silently. Shemi was stunned because she clearly saw his mouth shape saying: It's okay.

The next moment, a gloomy, tired, and slightly hoarse voice suddenly interrupted the sweeping storm: "That's enough, David..."

He murmured, not noticing that his walking stick was shaking. Even the heaviest walnut hearth that had been stripped off could not bear the weight of such a huge contrast between disappointment and loss. His way of speaking, word by word, seemed to be questioning others, but in fact, he was questioning himself: "How, is it possible!?"

She took a deep breath, as if she had inhaled a large mouthful of memories of the past into her lungs, pressing on her fragile heart. She wanted to say something, but she choked up and ended up being unable to say anything. She muttered angrily, "That's it."

As soon as the voice fell, another wind blew from somewhere, blowing from one side of the valley to the other, that is, from the place where Lingge and others stepped on the ground full of primroses and colorful fallen leaves when they came to the place where the road was blocked by the stump fence at the end of the windmill, or from this world with all kinds of beautiful things to another empty world with nothing. It blew away all the shadows under the six wings and six strong arms of the god with a bird's head and a human body, and drove them to a place farther than the horizon, so the sky suddenly became clear again. The little fairy who was screaming with his head in his hands found that the dust had settled but he had not left, so he raised his head hesitantly and saw the most magnificent and dazzling gust of wind in his life.

This sound awakened everyone from the trance of returning to the world, and also pulled a stunned poor man out of an endless nightmare. He stared blankly at all the efforts he had made in the past half hour being wasted, just like watching the vision that his ancestors had longed for in the past seven hundred years turned into dust. It was incredible. For a moment, he felt lost and almost thought that he had not woken up yet.

Alice, Olvera, and the fallen Metien and Saint Chariah, all stood in front of her intact. The little fairy couldn't believe what she saw, and rubbed her eyes vigorously until she was sure that everything was real and not an imaginary illusion. Then she cheered: "Great!"

She was so lonely that she seemed to be talking to someone from long ago. Her voice was filled with a kind of helplessness and painful self-blame that was almost like a whisper: "... Stop making so many people sacrifice for you for your excuses."

"how is this possible?"

The wind was like the powder of fireworks or the fragments of gems, swaying in the air, so light that it seemed as if it had never existed. As they fell down, Shemy opened his eyes in disbelief, and saw several familiar figures gradually emerging from the depths of the wind, as if they were pulled back from another world.

"Nothing is impossible, Professor David."

Linger withdrew his gaze from his companions and looked at the professor who was shaking all over. However, his eyes were not filled with pity for a poor man who was being played around by fate, but with regret for a numb person who was unaware of the world he was in. "You seem to have placed all your sacrifices and great deeds on the ancient brass book in your hand. Based on the family history and the wishes of your ancestors, you may think this is very correct, but you have never thought about this question: Is the covenant contained in the brass book really effective? In fact, it plays a vital role in your plan and determines the outcome of the victory or defeat."

"No need to question it." The professor forced himself to remain calm and said coldly, "Whether it is the old royal news, the secret history of the church, the medieval legends, or the written records handed down by our ancestors, they all clearly mentioned this covenant signed in Avignon. The brass scroll unearthed later proved that it existed here without any dispute and was witnessed by many people. Do you want to say that such a covenant has no effect at all?"

"That makes sense, but you misunderstood me. What you said was just the constraints that humans have given it from the legal and moral aspects, but what I meant was a more fundamental meaning, that is, does it have some kind of irresistible constraints in mysticism? This seems to be impossible to verify through the brass book itself, so let's all infer based on logic. Your logic is that after being betrayed, the angel did not take revenge on those who betrayed her, and she also lost her power and was forced to sink to the bottom of the valley and no longer contact the human world. This is because she violated the covenant. This seems reasonable and credible. But my logic uses another way of thinking. Please listen."

He turned and said to the shepherdess who was gently stroking the little sheep's hair, "Saint Shalia, can I ask you a few questions?"

The latter seemed to know what he was going to do and nodded slightly.

"Please tell me, if the angel is really as the legend says, and can blow up a mountain and throw it into the ocean thousands of miles away, then what level of strength should she have?"

Saint Shallia replied softly, "At least equivalent to a Sequence 2 Beyonder, or a Sequence 1 Magician."

In fact, it was more than that, because Miss Ieta Raphael was the young queen, the linker and defender of all supernatural systems and earthly laws. But Saint Xia Liya knew the purpose of Lingge's question, so she only gave him the answer he wanted.

"So, when signing a covenant with a strong person of this level, in order to ensure that the covenant has the binding force in the mystical sense, do both parties - or all three parties - who are signing the covenant need to be at the same level?"

"Undoubtedly, if we do not consider special types of holy relics."

"Okay, last question: Just now, when Professor David was introducing the history of his holy relic [Breath of Nothingness of the Blue Sky God], did he mention that due to the barrenness and desolation of this land, neither the Kreisov royal family nor the Blue Sky Cult had ever produced a demigod above Sequence 4?"

"I remember it should be."

"Thank you."

Linger thanked her for her cooperation, then turned to look at Professor David and said calmly: "So, this is my inference, and it seems to be closer to reality than your inference. Do you mind if I ask you a question too-"

"Why do you think that a covenant signed between a group of mortals below Sequence 4 and a demigod above Sequence 4 is valid from the perspective of mysticism? Just like why do you think that the covenant signed between gods and mortals is actually to restrain the gods, rather than to protect mortals?"

"Is it that stupid arrogance that has blinded your mind?"

"Or has your greedy desire made you lose your mind?"

"Mr. David who inherited the name of David?"

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(End of this chapter)