Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 314 Are you crying?

As Linger's calm voice fell, Professor David's eyes widened as if he had seen some extremely terrifying and evil monster. His eyeballs almost bulged out, and every blood vessel under his forehead was shaking restlessly, as if a steam-driven water pump could drain all the blood flowing in his body, just like draining all the dark rivers and rapids that were still flowing in the dark caves of Nimsher, and gathering them on his trembling face and trembling lips. Because he was too excited, he showed a pale and blue look. He squeezed out two words from between his teeth, half resentful and half painful: "Absurd!"

"Is it ridiculous? I don't think so." Ling Ge shook his head: "It's just a reasonable conclusion based on rational logic."

David just sneered: "Then can your reason tell me, since the covenant of the brass book has no binding force on the Lord's Angel, why didn't she choose to use her own power to avenge the Kreisov royal family and the Heavenly Cult? Why did she take the initiative to sink herself into the rift and exile herself from the world? Why can she so easily let go of my ancestor David, the cruelest betrayer in this man-made disaster!? Is all this a mystery that can be explained by your reason!?"

He almost shouted the last sentence, which sounded like the hysteria of a loser. Alice, who had learned what happened from the chattering Shaymi, curled her lips and said disdainfully, "The whine of a loser."

If Professor David had heard this taunt before, he would have retorted and refused to show weakness in front of the enemy. But now he no longer had that kind of momentum, so he just stared at the young man not far away, with a devilish fire of anger burning in his eyes that could make people lose their minds and almost go crazy.

Linger's eyes slightly shifted, and he glanced at the pure white windmill tower. There was no sound inside after the wind died down, as if the lonely, heavy and tired voice had never existed. But Linger knew that she had always been there, watching the struggles and injuries in the outside world, and thus fell into an endless self-blame and despair. So he spoke, and it seemed that he was talking to Professor David, but in fact, he was talking to the white-haired girl Yieta who could not communicate and refused to communicate through him: "You finally admit it."

"The ancestor David that you keep claiming to be pursuing is actually just a shameful sinner of lying, fraud, greed, and betrayal."

Professor David was stunned, and the others also realized that in the previous conversation, every time the professor mentioned the legend in the past, he would deliberately hide the name of his ancestor David. Just like Ling said, he actually knew very well what kind of person his ancestor was, but he just didn't want to admit it. It seemed that as long as he could justify his ancestor's past behavior, then his current behavior would have the same justification: it was not a shameful, greedy and unscrupulous demand for power, but a long-cherished wish placed on the flow of blood.

Professor David lost his mind due to panic and anger, and blurted out his true thoughts. He felt that Ling's calm eyes were mocking him, and he felt deeply humiliated. He gritted his teeth and said, "So what?"

A faint sigh came from the pure white windmill tower.

Linger retracted his gaze and said, "It's nothing, it's just that you are willing to admit the facts, which has changed my opinion of you a little. Let's get back to the topic just now, Professor David, you just said that those are mysteries that cannot be explained by reason. I agree with you and have the same opinion as you. But-"

He changed the subject: "If you know you can't explain it rationally, why don't you try to explain it emotionally?"

He stared at Professor David's face. "As far as emotion is concerned, you should believe that the noble emotion that prompted her to forgive the unforgivable is a far more powerful and lasting force than hatred and chains. It comes from the generous gift of the God who created the universe to His creation. It is also a natural expression that cannot be restrained by instinct since the birth of life. That is, her innocence, kindness and deep attachment to every precious person and thing around her. Do you understand what I mean, professor?"

David couldn't understand. On the contrary, he felt it was even more absurd and ironic. "So, you want to make me believe that she is an innocent princess in a drama, or a noble hermit in rumors (when he said this, Olvera and Saint Xia Liya frowned), and therefore she can retain her original nature, even after suffering a shameful and cruel betrayal, she still has innocent wishes and is willing to use her kindness to repay the malice of others... Is this an image, Mr. Ling? How ridiculous? I thought you would give a more philosophical answer, but you tried to fool me!? Who do you think you are talking to!? A poor wretch who has failed and is desperate in your eyes? Then I can only tell you - never!"

His expression became ferocious: "I've said it before, never! I will never accept such an ending! Whether it comes from your so-called rationality and sensibility, or from the innocence and kindness of others... I will never believe in such boring things! You should take them to hell and regret your self-righteousness!!!" After that, he launched an attack, not using the most commonly used magic [Beheading], but the magic [Saturation Shooting] that he used when he attacked Ling Ge and others at the beginning. The dark blue magic rays appeared in the sky above everyone's heads, and the coverage range indicated that this was an AOE skill, but before those dense magic rays fell, everyone heard a very disappointed sigh. Then, a gust of wind swept by, and the smoke and sand that rolled up blocked everyone's sight, causing them to subconsciously raise their hands to cover it. When the smoke and sand dissipated and the dust settled, the dense magic rays above their heads disappeared, and a struggle was eliminated invisibly.

"You've taken the wrong road, David." Iyetta's tired voice came from the tower. She was talking to David, but it was more like she was persuading the boy whom she had regarded as her younger brother many years ago. She could vaguely hear his childish and yearning voice still ringing in her ears, saying, "In the future I want to be as strong as Sister Iyetta. I want to blow the mountain to a place farther than the sea." At this time, Aunt Fasu would laugh at him for being wishful thinking, and he should talk about this matter again when he could herd sheep without losing the lambs; Grandma Maria would smile and say that it was a good thing for young people to be energetic, and little Elaine would make a face at him, saying that he couldn't even blow up a cowhide, so don't think about blowing the mountain; the village chief would persuade him in a meaningful tone that young people can have big dreams, but their actions must be down-to-earth... and how would she answer at that time?

She seemed to be standing on the ridge of a field, holding a fruit basket filled with primroses at the harvest time. She pressed down her straw hat that was blown up by the wind, with a happy smile on her face. The wind at that time and her encouraging words had the same warm flavor: "Keep going, David."

"You can definitely do it."

But when did that longing twist into jealousy and that wish degenerate into desire, to the point where he could do such a cruel thing without hesitation, as cruel as breaking the wings of a bird in the sky?

"Power is not such a beautiful thing." She leaned against the wall weakly, with a cold feeling on her head. She murmured and rang clearly in everyone's ears, and at the same time persuaded the human with similar blood flowing in his veins, just like the village chief persuaded the shepherd boy David to be down-to-earth: "Since I have memories, it has brought me only endless pain. Anyone who pursues powerful power can only choose a few more different ways to die in his life. And you, dear David... You have not experienced the sweetness of power yourself, but you have already tasted its sourness and pain. In this case, why do you still cling to such a futile dream? Everything in the world... is so short-lived and insignificant that it is unbelievable..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and she ended with a decadent and melancholy sigh. The earnest hope and sincere advice revealed in these sincere words could not be indifferent to anyone with emotions, but our Professor David just clenched his cane and burst into a sharp sneer from his throat: "Hypocrisy!"

"How hypocritical!"

"You only say this because you have power, just like a wealthy man who would persuade a beggar who has nothing not to work too hard and hurt his body - how ridiculous. Since you said that I have tasted its bitterness and pain before I have power, doesn't it mean that after I really get power, all I have is sweet fragrance? Yes, I have seen them, and they are waiting for me on the bright road ahead. And you think that you can make me willingly give up this glory with just a few words. What position are you standing on, an angel from the past? A self-righteous and arrogant idea? An arrogant and ignorant motto? Unfortunately, I don't need and will never listen to a hypocritical opinion."

After that, the professor turned his gaze to Lingge again, his chin slightly raised, revealing a hint of the pride and disdain unique to a loser: "Since you said that based on emotion, we can infer that she let go of those who betrayed her out of her kindness, then I would like to hear your explanation of why she killed more than a hundred soldiers who were only responsible for monitoring her at the time, and summoned a storm to destroy the former Avignon Village, forcing the villagers to move to another land to survive? Mr. Lingge, is this also a mystery that can be explained by kindness? I think it's just the opposite."

He sneered: "It's just hypocrisy that only benefits yourself!"

After he said this, he shuddered, as if he had said something terrible. The scene suddenly fell into a strange silence. No one spoke, and even the sound of heartbeats and breathing was faintly audible, as if everyone knew that they should be quiet at this time to highlight a certain sad and desperate mood. The young man raised his head slightly and smelled a sour smell similar to rain in the gray air, as if someone was crying. Her tears fell on his lips at this time, cold and weak, so he looked at the windmill and asked softly:
"Are you crying, Miss Yieta?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)