Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 385: Isn’t Alice talkative at all?

In the end, Lingge still didn't ask that question, mainly because there was no point in asking. After all, Alice couldn't give him a clear answer: Yes, that's right, my fellow Earth folks think so.

To be honest, Lingge didn't dare to believe it when she dared to answer like that.

The cloud whale that fell from the sky was concealed by the heavy rain and was not discovered by the local residents or the monsters in the Xugen Swamp. Everyone waited quietly in the hotel until the rain stopped. Lingge decided to go out and look for clues about the next young girl's kingdom. The destination was the largest city on the Shiqilia Peninsula: the City of Cold Night, the Harbor of Sad Rain.

In fact, after learning from the proprietress that the headquarters of the Inquisition Church, the Temple of Judgment, was located in the Harbor of Rain, the young man had already given up the idea of ​​going to that city. He believed that he did not have the courage and fearlessness like Alice to dare to openly inquire about the news under the nose of the united church.

If this behemoth is angered, it is unknown whether the cloud whale controlled by Yieta can directly withstand the cannon of judgment. After rigorous thinking and evaluation, the young man finally came to the conclusion that it is a bit difficult.

So his initial idea was to go to several small coastal cities, such as the "City of Cold Lanterns" Martial and other places to inquire about the news, pay attention to the latest developments of the religious union, and by the way, ask if there are any stories similar to "March Diary" in Rostin City or the Legend of the Wind in Avion City on the Shiqilia Peninsula. Maybe the clues to the next girl's kingdom are hidden in them.

However, the unfortunate news is that Saint Shallia's thread of destiny points exactly in the direction of the Harbor of Sad Rain.

The guidance from fate forced the young people to give up the idea of ​​escaping and stand up to face the city that was once thought to be full of violence, crime and darkness.

It is said that to this day, there are still people who believe that it is the most dangerous place in the world, even more dangerous than the vast sea of ​​sand or the chaotic sea with surging winds and thunder.

Because the malice coming from human beings is the purest and most undisguised evil in the world.

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"That's all shameful slander!"

The thin, unshaven, middle-aged man in the car seat, dressed like an ordinary farmer, raised the whip in his hand angrily, and the whip made a crisp crackling sound in the air, mixed with his sharp accusation: "From the time I climbed the fig tree beside the village square barefoot and took out pheasant eggs, to now when the great-great-great-grandmother of that nest of pheasants is about to die, you outsiders have never changed your words! You have too deep a prejudice against this area, even deeper than the discrimination against us country guys by the tall guy in Elfran! I can't stand it, oh no, I mean, of course not!"

Two aardvarks, which look a bit like wild boars but have shorter manes and a gentler temperament, pulled a cart and walked leisurely on the muddy country road after the rain. From time to time, they stopped and nibbled on the lush weeds on both sides of the road, savoring the sweet scent of dew and green grass leaves after the rain.

Having said that, he waved his whip powerfully, showing a resolute resistance and inviolable dignity.

This new breed, a cross between the MacMia domestic pig and the Bak wild boar native to the Sikilia Peninsula, is only bred on a large scale in Metosh. It is widely praised for its obedience and endurance. It can not only be raised as a meat breed, but sometimes it can also temporarily play a role in physical work such as pulling carts and plowing. But it is not so suitable, because no matter what they do, whether eating, drinking, defecating, or working, they always look leisurely and are not controlled by people, just like the two aardvarks pulling carts in front of them. If they can catch up with half the distance of a horse-drawn carriage or even a bullock cart in half an hour, it is already very fast. Such a character is in sharp contrast with their owners.

The simple cart was loaded with a thick pile of fodder, as well as a variety of agricultural and sideline products: milk, eggs, cheese, fresh vegetables, chicken feathers, pig bristles and the like.

In addition, there were several special passengers. "Oh? So, the situation now is different from the past?" Alice asked excitedly while sitting on the haystack, with Ling Ge, who looked expressionless, and Saint Shalia, who looked helpless, next to her.

Considering that this trip might be risky and it would be inconvenient to take too many people, Linger asked the other girls to stay on Yunjingkong Island to wait for his news, and he and Saint Shallia would go to gather intelligence. But a certain golden-haired maid came up to him and insisted that she could definitely help, and asked Linger to take her with him.

Lingge disagreed, so she went to Saint Xia Liya to act coquettishly, to Medien to instigate, and to complain to the boss lady - although Lingge didn't know what the point of her complaining to the boss lady was, he had to admit that he was really upset by her noise, and he agreed on impulse. It was no use regretting it afterwards, and now he could only pray secretly that she would not cause him any trouble.

Alice certainly didn't cause him any trouble, but she was a bit too talkative.

After leaving Yunjingkong Island, the three followed the thread of fate and searched for places where humans lived. They soon found a small village with only about 1 households, who made a living by planting olive trees and fig trees, raising wild pheasants and aardvarks, and a few fields of oats. Mr. Gwilly, the only farmer in the village who had a cart, was planning to go to the city to sell fodder and various agricultural and sideline products. Linger asked him to give him a ride. In return, he reluctantly took out two -penny coins from his increasingly shriveled wallet.

For the sake of the 12 guineas (the guinea was the basic unit in the Monetary System of Methoshe, equivalent to the penny in the Monetary System of the Kingdom of Great Brittany. Thanks to the strength of the latter, a 1-penny Breton coin could be exchanged for 6 guineas. This was the only way for Lingge to experience his superiority as a citizen of Great Brittany, apart from the language, when he was abroad), Mr. Gwilly readily agreed to their request and did not doubt the strange statement of the master and servant who called themselves "travelers".

Of course, this was because he couldn't see Saint Shalia.

And then…Alice started chatting with him.

After all, the golden-haired maid has always been an extrovert and talkative person, and Mr. Gwilly seems to be keen on showing off. The topics of their conversation have gone from "the weather in the Kingdom of Great Brittany" to "the maid's job", and from "why do pheasants build nests in trees" to "can olives be eaten raw?" They were obviously not on the same channel but they were chatting very enthusiastically, which made Lingge and Saint Charlia, who were listening in, a little numb.

The reason why Mr. Gwilly had such an excited reaction just now was because Alice asked him a question that everyone who came to the Shiqilia Peninsula to travel would ask: "Is the Port of Desolate Rain really that bad?"

"That was hundreds of years ago!" Mr. Gwilly raised his voice, "Now it's certainly different! Of course, I'm not saying that those damn bandits, robbers, pickpockets, profiteers, corrupt police, rapists, drug addicts and gangsters... have all disappeared, but I'm saying that they are no longer as arrogant as before.

"If I had lived several centuries ago, I would have agreed with you, because the bandits at that time dared to appear on the road blatantly, stopping the merchants passing by and collecting tolls, and the government army would turn a blind eye as long as they collected enough protection money; the pickpockets in the city did not run away after the theft failed, but turned around and punched the person who was robbed, and robbed directly; the gangs fought for territory on every street, and the dead would be dragged into the black workshops where even rats dared not come out, and the corpse oil would be squeezed out to make candles. So in the shops in the Harbor of Rain at that time, candles were the cheapest goods, a hundred times cheaper than the price I am giving you now...

"I heard all this from my grandfather, and my grandfather heard it from his grandfather. His grandfather only lived to be in his forties because he was stabbed by a gangster on the street when he was young. The knife hit his ribs and injured his lungs, leaving him with serious sequelae. Do you know why my grandfather's grandfather was involved in a gang fight? Of course, it was to protect my grandmother's grandmother. She was only 17 years old at the time, but she was a famous rich lady. It is said that she fell in love with my grandfather's grandfather because of this incident..."

"Oh, I see, that's how it is." Alice listened attentively, nodded from time to time, and made sounds of sudden enlightenment. If you didn't know, you would think she was listening to a professional lecture by a university professor.

Ling Ge: “…”

He took back what he had said: Mr. Gwilly was obviously much more talkative than Alice.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)