Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 333 Will You Never Leave Here?
Lingge and Alice brought back news from the ground for the girls, although it was not good news.

When he heard that a terrible monster was heading towards Avion and would soon destroy the city, Metien's face turned pale, and he looked at his brother helplessly, asking him what he should do. A cold breeze suddenly blew from the silent windmill tower, like a sharp wind in the snowy season that came out from the cracks in the stone and fell into this quiet valley.

"Conceiving God..." After listening to Ling'er's story, Saint Xia Liya frowned slightly and whispered to herself: "I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember it."

She had lost a lot of memories and had been wandering in the world for many years. She had long been out of touch with human society and had no idea that religious beliefs in the world had developed to such an extent that they could not only believe in existing gods, but also believe in a non-existent god, and then create such miracles with their strong emotions and wishes.

Although, it seems inappropriate to describe it as a "miracle", because no miracle in this world brings destruction and fear, not to mention that their image in the eyes of the world should be that of majestic and holy gods.

Avella weakly raised her book and said unconfidently, "Do you need me to check it, Lingge? Maybe I can find some weaknesses?"

She also understood that the situation had reached its most critical moment, so she wanted to contribute her own strength.

Ling Ge shook his head: "When we came back, we had already discussed a solution."

us?

Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to Alice. The latter was sitting in the corner of the white pedestal supporting the windmill tower, pressing the virtual light screen projected by the game console in front of her, and her fingers were operating very frequently. This was the first time that everyone saw her seriously editing the game. Her expression was very serious, and she kept muttering something. If you listen carefully, you will find that these were all her inner thoughts, but she said them unconsciously: "... Plot? Oh, what's the point of plot in an emergency? Just write something casually to fool around; battle system? There is no time to polish it, just use the basic template generated by the system; materials? Just put it together simply, I am a Tetris master... Ah, how could this happen, the program is wrong and cannot be used? Then delete it all, don't want this part of the content, although it will become a super bad shit game, but I didn't deliberately feed shit to the players. Damn Lingge, it's all your fault!"

who is it?

Someone else?

While everyone was puzzled, Linger had already walked to the broken wooden door of the windmill and said to the silent angel inside: "It is your help, Miss Yieta."

"I believe you have heard what I said just now, and you know that the situation in Avignon is very critical. In the past, David, the shepherd of Avignon, did betray you, and the royal family of Kresov and the Order of Heaven also betrayed your trust due to their greed. However, the residents here have never thought of betraying you. Many years ago, they loved you and regarded you as a relative; many years later, they still love you and regard you as an eternal image in this primrose field. In the few days I have been in Avignon, I have witnessed with my own eyes how passionately they feel about the wind of ancient times."

Although Sister Alice is usually unreliable, her game console is very reliable.

No one dared to disturb her in this state, as they always felt that something terrible was going to happen. Metien couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "So, you really have to rely on Sister Alice's game console?"

"Yeah." Linger nodded slightly, then shook his head: "Not entirely. I'm not sure if I can destroy the conceptual god with the power of the game console, so it's better to get the help of another person."

"The statue of a country girl standing on the streets of Gaunt is the villagers' memory of you. They rejected the faith of the Heavenly Order and even the Holy Spring Monastery, and only passed on the story of the Great Wind. This is their memory of you. They expelled the sinner David and refused to allow people with the same name to enter the village. This is their guilt towards you. Even though you have lost the favor of the angels, you still built so many windmills in the ruins of the new windmill village, which then evolved into a tradition and even a festival of this city. Is this just out of consideration for profit, without any sincere blessing?"

Linger paused and continued softly, "I heard that the largest wind disaster in the 17th century destroyed all the buildings in the city, and also made those rotten windmills turn again. During the Windmill Festival, the residents of this city had no time to mourn for the collapsed buildings. When they saw countless windmills turning together, they cheered and believed that this was proof that the great wind was still attached to this land. I think they should have inherited all the beautiful memories of an angel from their ancestors in their blood, right? And they used these memories to give new meaning to this ordinary land."

"I am not saying this to take advantage of your compassion and mercy for certain creatures and threaten you to do or not do something. I just want to ask you seriously, if you have the power and the desire, are you willing to use it for the people of this land today?" Linger said word by word, "Just like seven centuries ago, you blew away the mountains for them and brought prosperity and vitality to the earth."

After the words were spoken, the room fell into silence for a long time.

The white-haired angel stared blankly into the void. Every time Lingge outside said a word, her shoulders shrugged slightly, as if the voices and smiles of those closest to her appeared in front of her eyes again. She imagined that they were not dead, but were alive until now, and always remembered her and did many things for her. Even if she just saw the wind blowing and the windmill turned a little, she would cheer and believe that she had not left them yet.

However, a terrible disaster was coming, and they would gradually drift away from him in the flames of war and smoke, just like they did seven centuries ago. Whenever she thought of that scene, Yieta's heart would twitch and she would feel so sad that she couldn't breathe.

When Linger finished her last sentence, she could no longer control herself. Her nose and eyes were red. She tried hard to suppress the tears that were about to burst out, because she promised them many years ago that she would not cry again. She took a deep breath, and used the cold breath of the snow season to press on her fragile lungs. Then she slowly buried her head in her knees, and a few thin wings covered her head and her hoarse crying voice: "Of course, of course I want to help everyone! Because, because everyone is very good to me, cough cough cough! It's not easy to be able to become relatives with everyone, this is something that will make me happy for the rest of my life! Cough cough! But, uh...but I can't do it cough! I can't leave here, you know! Because, because... cough cough cough..."

This was the first time she had such a violent performance since she appeared. She was coughing and gasping for breath, crying, sobbing, and coughing. Linger listened quietly and suddenly asked, "Is it because of the curse?"

The girl cried even louder, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered in her life. Her crying was mixed with unclear voices, which were intermittent, giving people a feeling that it would be interrupted at any time: "Don't you, don't you know it very well! It has always been like this. I clearly did nothing wrong, but... cough cough cough! But, as long as I leave where I am, I will bring all kinds of disasters to everyone around me. Whether it is an earthquake, a storm, or a war... I am not an angel, just a person who brings misfortune, cough! Before I came here, although everyone was poor, they lived happily. However, they accepted me as a homeless person, and were not afraid of me because of my strength, making me think that I had finally found my family. In the end, whether it was David, the village chief, or anyone else... I failed to protect them! They suffered such pain, all because of me cough cough! So... so, I will not leave here."

"I don't want to, uh..." She choked for a moment, then cried out in a bitter voice: "I don't want to bring misfortune to the people around me anymore!"

The prosperous illusion of the valley stopped in front of this white windmill, as if it had drawn a clear boundary between the two worlds, half bright and half dim. The angel's cry echoed in the winter frost wind, and even the primroses in spring, summer and autumn were bent down, feeling so sad.

The wind was quiet, no one spoke, and even the sound of Alice pressing the game controller became much weaker.

The legend of wind from seven hundred years ago finally appeared in front of everyone in its entirety.

An angel who can only stay in one place and cannot leave will bring disaster once she walks on the earth. However, she is so lonely and longs for the company of family and friends. For this reason, she came to a small village called Avignon with a little bit of luck, and was accepted by the villagers and became their relative. In order to let her relatives live a peaceful and prosperous life, she did not hesitate to show her power and blew away the huge mountain range, and from then on, Leisenburg became prosperous and strong.

However, that power also attracted the greed of the greedy, and brought her a painful betrayal and some cruel memories. The burning Avignon village at that time reminded her of the curse that she thought had long gone, but she didn't expect it to come back.

She felt tired and desperate, so she sank to the bottom of the valley, locked herself in the tower, and swore an oath with her own mouth:

"As long as the curse exists."

She lost all her strength, buried her head in the gray wings, and murmured: "I will never leave this windmill."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)