Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 316 Unexpected changes?

"I have nothing to say." Professor David's face was as gloomy as water. "First, I will not accept your naive and foolish remarks. Second, I will not accept the outcome of my failure. So, there is nothing more to say between us."

"Do you think you can still turn the tables?"

Alice tilted her head. "Without that relic, what else can you rely on to deal with us? Enough of your bluffing, Professor David. In fact, when we first met in the museum, I thought you were a good person, although a little long-winded. However, if I had known that you had such a mean and bad character, maybe I shouldn't have listened to those weird historical stories you told me. Now I know how precious the Kreisov Brass Scroll is. It's a pity that it shouldn't have fallen into your hands."

At this time, Ovella added in a low voice: "Books are innocent."

"That's right, books are innocent." Alice nodded seriously and pointed her sword at Professor David: "You are the only one who is guilty, Professor David, so now I will make you pay for your crime!"

She didn't realize that she had inadvertently said a line that was very consistent with the character of the game's protagonist, and it was also very handsome.

Professor David's turn was over, and now it was Alice's turn. Without saying a word, she launched the Courage Slash, and the sacred silver blade of light left the sword and swept towards the enemy. However, at the moment when the blade of light was just released, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, gently brushing the surface of the blade, and then shattered it into debris and residues all over the sky, which gradually dissipated into nothingness.

this--

Everyone was stunned, because there seemed to be only one person in the entire audience who possessed this kind of power?
"Sorry, everyone." Yieta's voice came from the white windmill. She sounded very tired, as if she was worried about her useless brother. "Although he has done many wrong things, he is still David's descendant after all, so can you please let him go?"

At this point, she sighed softly and said quietly, "I don't want to see...more fighting and harm anymore. Anger, hatred, fighting, misfortune, disaster, and curses...This world is always so bad. Endless fighting and harm will bring endless pain and destruction. Such a world will make people feel scared, and it is definitely not what everyone wants to see, the village chief, Aunt Fasu, Grandma Maria, Uncle Jack, Little Elaine, and...David..."

Alice was stunned: "You are..."

She wanted to say that, but then she changed her mind. The legendary angel Yieta was originally a very kind person, so she easily let go of those who betrayed her seven hundred years ago. If that was the case, it would not be surprising for her to make the same choice seven hundred years later. Besides, it was Yieta who helped them turn the tide. If that was the case, she should let her make the decision.

"Excuse me, this is just your wishful thinking, Miss Yieta."

Aren’t you too kind?

Judging from the expressions of the others, they probably had the same idea, except for one person - to be precise, two people.

Ling's words were as sharp as ever. He criticized coldly and harshly: "I have no intention of exploring with you what exactly brings pain and destruction to the world, but there is no doubt that your choice will not bring any change to it, because changing the world is not that simple. Besides, how do you know that the villagers seven hundred years ago would be happy to see you make such a choice? Or are you doing this just to satisfy what you think is their expectation of you? Or do you really believe that Mr. Hansen David in front of you - all those who have the blood of the betrayer David flowing in their bodies, will sincerely reflect on their mistakes and make sincere changes after escaping death? If so, they should have made changes seven hundred years ago."

In the white windmill, with every word Lingge spoke, Yieta's face became paler. In the end, her face had completely lost all color. Her lips were as thin as a withered snowflake in the sky, and her wings were a pile of more snowflakes, covering her body weakly, as if she was wrapped in a white sheet.

"That's right." The person who echoed the words was Professor David. His eyes were sinister and paranoid, and he had a cruel and comfortable smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with what he was going to say next: "I don't need such hypocritical kindness, let alone such cheap pity. You don't understand how arduous and pious the descendants of David have been pursuing for seven hundred years, so don't insult my bloodline in this way. The David family began in the 12th century AD when the ancestor wrote the first chapter of "Avignon Antiquity". Perhaps until today, I will finish. We crave power, we demand power, we want to gain power - at any cost, by any means, betrayal, fraud, lies, conspiracy... but among them, begging for mercy is not what we like." He looked at the white windmill tower next to him with pity: "The legendary angel, a god like you who was born high and mighty must find it difficult to understand the thoughts of mortals? Your hypocritical kindness is sometimes really enviable and jealous. I suddenly understand why David betrayed you."

Yieta bit her lower lip and trembled without answering. Bright blood seeped out of her red lips.

Linger said, "So, letting him go today is not the end of the story, but the beginning of another struggle and harm. Miss Yieta, do you want him to walk out of this valley, return to Nimsher, write the second "Avignon History", and guide the next person with the blood of David to come here, holding a brass scroll, and continue this cycle of harm and struggle with a stupid and ridiculous paranoia and ignorant fanaticism?"

This harsh questioning shattered the last line of defense in Yieta's heart. Everyone only heard a helpless and sad sigh from inside the tower, and then the gust of wind that blocked the two sides blew away lightly.

"Misfortune and struggle, curse and disaster...human desires are always expanding." I could vaguely hear her tired and heavy murmurs: "Soon, our world will be destroyed."

What a pessimistic statement.

It seems that after seven centuries of loneliness, our angel lady has gradually turned herself into a pessimist through repeated chewing of past memories. What happened today is just another weight added to the tilted scale.

Without her obstruction and having lost the holy relic [Breath of the Void God], the professor alone was no match for them. After several rounds of fighting, he was quickly reduced to low health. As long as he could deliver the last blow, they would win the battle.

In line with the principle of "the protagonists let the boss make his last words and reveal more information", Alice asked considerately before using the final courageous slash: "Do you have any last words, Professor David?"

"Last words?" The professor replied coldly, "Do you want me to say something to bring trouble upon myself, or do you want me to make some remarks about the injustice of fate and resentment towards the world? So I should hate him, but the first person I hate is David, the ancestor who led me here. I should hate him for leaving us such a grand will but never telling us the truth about it, just to disguise his own upright image, but not knowing that he should abandon all conscience from the moment he made the decision. Secondly, I hate you, especially you, Mr. Lingge, but please believe that this is not out of anger at your behavior of making me fail, but just because you have an inappropriate friend. Ah, yes, that friend is Rochelle. He is actually the person I should hate the most. I don't hate him for his actions or words, but purely because in this world, the truly crazy and paranoid people are often the most disguised and the most hateful."

"You are really... a stubborn person." Alice was shocked. She used to think that there could be no born bad people, but now seeing Professor David's behavior before his death, she knew that this might not be the case. It was okay to hate the ancestors David and Lingge, which was more or less justified, but how could she hate a completely unrelated person?

"It seems that you are more suitable to die."

She sighed sincerely, then raised her sword, ready to release the Courage Slash to take away Professor David's last bit of blood, while the professor watched silently, without any intention of arguing for himself. But at this moment, an unexpected change suddenly occurred. A violent earthquake struck the valley, and the ground shook and the sky shook violently. The ground under their feet was also shaking violently, catching everyone off guard and almost losing their balance.

"this--"

Alice held onto the hilt of the sword and managed to stand steady. She looked up at the sky in the valley and vaguely heard a series of low and solemn roars in the wind. She looked surprised and asked, "What happened?"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" A hysterical laughter suddenly broke out beside him.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)