Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 39 Is unscientific superstition?

Although her work is getting on track and her academic performance is thriving, Alice's career is not ideal. Every night before going to bed, she turns on the SLP game console, hoping to find a way to activate the cartridge. Unfortunately, there has been no progress so far.

The game named "First Fantasy-The Four Warriors" was still clearly displayed on the game interface, tempting talented players to conquer it, but she was not given the key, so Alice could only wait anxiously outside the door.

The setbacks in her career made the carefree young girl depressed, worried and sighing all day. She was not worried that the vampires hiding in the dark of the city would make big news. After all, according to the normal game settings, since there are such evil villains, there must be official forces to fight against them. The cult alliance fits this positioning. With their strength, they should be able to handle this matter.

What the golden maid is worried about is that she has lost an opportunity to become an unsung hero. Overall, she is a very positive person. She knows that the evil forces are growing, but she cannot contribute her own strength to the city, which makes her feel deeply guilty!

When she said this, Lingge looked at her as if she was an idiot.

He also handed her a broom and said, "Stop daydreaming, Miss Alice. If you are really bored, go and sweep up the fallen leaves in the backyard."

"I'm not talking nonsense, Lingge, you have to believe me!" The wrongly accused maid waved her broom with amazing momentum: "Vampires absolutely, absolutely, absolutely exist!"

Lingge asked back: "Have you seen it?"

"I don't!"

Alice shouted quickly, "Hey, Lingge, don't leave. I haven't figured it out yet! Have you really never encountered other unscientific things? Share them with me, please? Hello!?"

Linger did not comment: "It's just a rural ghost story handed down from the Middle Ages."

Let’s clean it first.

Alice found evidence from his brief hesitation and became elated. She asked again and again, "You have met one, right? Tell me quickly, what did you meet? A vampire or a werewolf?"

Lingge would not pat his conscience, but he could indeed guarantee it, so he nodded without hesitation. But suddenly he remembered something, and the words he wanted to say were choked in his throat, and he couldn't say them at all.

Ling Ge said expressionlessly: "I met you."

"What? How boring." Alice curled her lips. She was sure that Lingge must be hiding something from her, but he refused to tell her. What should she do?

The pink-haired little girl is so familiar with her brother, she must know a lot of little secrets about him.

Alice walked towards the backyard.

"Your attitude is too scientific!" Alice said bitterly, "Why can't we be a little more superstitious and believe in some unscientific things? Can you swear on your conscience that you have never encountered anything unscientific in your more than 20 years of life?"

Alice seemed to be justified: "But I have reason to believe that they are secretly brewing some conspiracy, which will plunge this city into a bloody storm! As outstanding citizens of the 19th century, shouldn't we do something?"

The golden-haired maid fell into deep thought, and Linger had already turned and left, planning to go out to buy groceries. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Alice: "Remember to clean the backyard."

Lingge's back had disappeared behind the door of the chapel.

"Ah this!"

This answer was something Alice had never thought of. If she thought about it carefully, her time travel was indeed more unscientific than the so-called werewolves and vampires.

With the relationship between the two of them, wouldn't that be easy?
But until then.

"Look, look, I told you!"

The mysterious and weak figure in the town square flashed through his mind again. If he believed that the golden apple was a symbol of fate, then it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had already stepped halfway into the unscientific realm.

***
Although it was not the coldest time of winter, the leaves of the white city sycamore in the backyard had fallen off. This caused a lot of trouble for Alice's cleaning plan. She spent nearly an hour to clean up all the fallen leaves. She breathed a sigh of relief and didn't have to worry about being scolded by Lingge when he came back.

It's easy, just ask Metien.

I threw the bag of fallen leaves into the corner with ease, and then handed it to the street cleaners when they came to clean the streets tomorrow morning.

Alice looked at the fruits of her labor, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and went to the kitchen to wash her hands, cut two apples, put them on a plate, and then carried the plate to Metien's room.

As for why she wanted to cut the apple, it was not because she was greedy, but because she felt that she had something to ask of others, and she couldn't just go in empty-handed, right?

If you insist that these two apples originally belonged to the Metien family, then you are just arguing and Miss Alice will not bother to pay attention to you.

She came to the second floor and knocked on the door of Metien's room. After receiving a reply of "Come in", she pushed the door open and saw Metien studying hard at the desk. She greeted him warmly, "You must have worked hard in studying, Metien. Take a break and have an apple!"

Huh?
The pink-haired girl thought this sentence was familiar, as someone had just said it a few days ago. However, when she turned her head and saw the apples on the plate, she immediately gave up the idea, because the apples Alice cut were really ugly. Not only were the thicknesses inconsistent, but some of the slices were not even peeled cleanly. This method was really an insult to apples when compared with Lingge. She forced a smile: "I, I'm not hungry yet, thank you Sister Alice."

"Okay." Alice happily... I mean regretfully accepted the remaining apples and said casually, "This was bought by Lingge at the Garden Market. I saw him choosing for a long time in front of the fruit stall that day. It would be a pity if you don't eat it."

During this period, as long as Alice was free, Lingge would take her with him when he went out to buy groceries. According to the maid's reasonable guess, it might be to hand over the financial power of the family to her in the future, which was really touching.

Metien was stunned for a moment: "You said that Lingge deliberately chose this variety?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing. Maybe he thinks I like this kind of apple."

"Oh? Have you eaten this kind of apple before?"

"Yes, it was the day you fell from the tree, Sister Alice."

"That's it."

Alice didn't think anything was wrong. She ate another piece of the apple and commented, "I think it tastes just average. It's not as good as apples on Earth."

Why do you keep eating it if it doesn’t taste good?

Metien didn't dare to ask and changed the subject: "What does Sister Alice want to talk to me about?"

"Yes, let me ask you a question." Alice moved closer and asked mysteriously, "Have you, or Lingge, ever encountered anything incredible?"

"Unbelievable things?" Metien tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

"Werewolves, vampires, undead, ghosts, and the like."

"No."

The pink-haired girl answered so decisively that Alice couldn't help but wonder, "Really?"

"Really not." Metien said, "In fact, when I was a child, I liked to imagine these things just like you, but later Lingge told me that these are all fake, stories made up by bards and novelists."

"That Lingge is such a bad guy." Alice's fists were clenched. It was unforgivable that he destroyed the little girl's innocent fantasy in this way!
"Linger also said that people who believe in these things are pretty cute."

I forgive you.

Alice lost interest after not getting the answer she wanted. She was about to leave so that Linger, who was returning home, would not find out that she was disturbing Metien's studies. At this moment, the latter suddenly seemed to remember something and said in an uncertain tone: "However, the undead and ghosts you mentioned seem to have similar legends in Linville City."

Urban legend! ?
Alice's keyword radar responded, and she took back her steps, staring at Metien with eyes full of curiosity: "Tell me more?"

"Well, it is the Tanteville Plains in the suburban green. You know that?"

"Sounds familiar." Alice thought about it carefully. Fortunately, her studies over the past few days were not in vain. She quickly found the corresponding information from her memory bank: "The place where Marshal Napoleon supported Queen Victoria I?"

Metien nodded and continued, "This is history that every Linweier knows. But, don't you find it strange, Sister Alice? At that time, the old king was still in power, and there were many nobles who supported him. Why did Her Majesty's succession to the throne go so smoothly, with almost no setbacks?"

Alice originally wanted to say that it was because she had the support of Marshal Napoleon, but then she changed her mind and realized that Napoleon at that time had just stepped onto the stage of history and did not yet have the great reputation that he would later have.

Metien lowered his voice and deliberately created a gloomy atmosphere: "So, there were no twists and turns, it's just a record in history books. The real situation is that Marshal Napoleon killed all those opponents, whether they were soldiers, nobles, or the old king who was unwilling to abdicate-"

She stopped here, and Alice responded by saying, "Did you finish them all?"

"That's right. There were many documents left at that time that mentioned this incident, but people deleted this inside story from the book just for the sake of the marshal's reputation. But the people of Linville will never forget the massacre that day, because since then, people standing on Martin Street and Raven Lane near the suburban green late at night can often hear lingering crying sounds, which are more mournful than the wailing of wild animals. People often say that it is the dead souls buried underground, and their resentment is still haunting this land, so they linger and linger, eager to devour the souls of passers-by and return to the world."

"So, people no longer dared to approach that plain, and privately called it the 'Crying Plain'. And the city of Linville also got its current nickname because of the endless crying of the dead souls -"

"Heartbroken City, Linwell."

　Woo woo woo give me some meow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)