Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 395 Is it really that smooth?

After Gundaruf left, the chaos gradually subsided, replaced by a highly tense state of martial law. All elevators leading to the upper area were temporarily closed, and fully armed magic knights controlled the streets of all sizes, using steam trains to block every corner where enemies might hide. The judges of the Scales of Order, holding huge magic guns and sophisticated magic detection instruments, began to search door to door, whether it was ordinary residential shops or government residences such as city halls and banks, and they could not stay out of it.

As for the middle and lower areas, the police wearing black uniforms, riot helmets and shields finally arrived and began to maintain order. In front of these police officers who were not very friendly, the criminals who wanted to fish in troubled waters had to restrain their arrogance and blend into the crowd, pretending to be innocent victims. Although the scene was still noisy, it was at least much better than the previous panic and blindness.

Only when you are in the depths of darkness can you understand the value of light.

The upper area was blocked, but the middle and lower areas were not. Ling Ge turned to the two and said, "Let's go back."

"Ah? Are you leaving now?"

Alice was disappointed. "You're not going to stay and join in the fun... er, I mean, you're not going to stay and observe the situation? You heard what that guy said just now, right? Aren't you interested at all?"

The Temple of Judgment has been attacked!

The Inquisition was provoked by those werewolves!
The united sect has lost face!
After such a big incident, I was just waiting to enjoy the fun, but you want me to leave? How can this be justified?

I won’t leave, I definitely won’t leave!
Unless you let me finish the melon first.

Alice was overjoyed when she heard this: "Then Lingge, listen to me!"

"puff!"

Alice's eyes lit up. She didn't expect Ling Ge to be so reasonable. "Really?!"

Who said I should listen to you?
The young man's eyes twitched, and he said expressionlessly: "My intuition also tells me that it is very dangerous to continue staying here, so we'd better leave this city as soon as possible. As for the clues you mentioned, it won't be too late to look for them later."

Why do I suddenly feel so tired?

When has he ever joked?
"Then let's go!"

"what?"

Alice turned around and was about to leave, looking as excited as if she had finally stood at the door of the boss room after skipping the novice tutorial, ready to start a killing spree. However, Ling Ge and Saint Xia Liya stood there, motionless, silently watching her back go away. One step, two steps, three steps... The golden-haired maid never heard the footsteps following behind her, so she turned around and asked in confusion: "What's the matter, why are you standing there in a daze? Are you going to regret it?"

She nudged the shepherdess's cheek with her head, suggesting that it was time for her to speak for me. Saint Xia Liya felt a little itchy from her messy hair, so she hid back and replied lightly, "I'll listen to Lingge."

"My intuition tells me," the golden-haired maid leaned on Saint Xia Liya, poked her head out, and her eyes flashed with (what she thought was) wisdom. "This plot is the main task we will do next. Maybe - no, it must be related to the next young girl king! What do you think, Xiao Xia?"

"If you come back to look for it later, it won't count as a clue."

Maybe it’s because this world is full of lies, deception, hypocrisy, and despicable adults.

Saint Shallia next to her finally couldn't help herself and burst out laughing.

Ling Ge raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

Alice muttered, "You're not willing to accept the mission even though the plot is thrown in your face. Lingge, you really don't know how to play the game. Why don't you let me do it instead?"

"I didn't say I'd regret it, but I didn't say I'd go with you either." Linger explained calmly, "So what I meant just now is: you go look for clues, and we'll wait for you here."

It seemed that if she didn't agree to her request, this guy would complain for hours on the way back.

Alice: "..."

Linger didn't want to face such a terrible thing. He thought about it carefully and felt that what Alice said made sense. Since she insisted so much, it would be a bit inhumane for him to refuse again and again. So he said, "Then you go and join in the fun - well, I mean, go and look for clues."

"Good luck to you." The young man said seriously.

Thinking of this, the golden-haired maid sighed deeply, melancholy, and without any trace of performance.

"Let Metien play games with you when we get back."

"Come on, come on!"...

Half an hour later, a carriage departed from the Union Post outside the city, leaving the city still shrouded in fear, panic, and austerity. In the recent attack, the travelers from afar witnessed for the first time the violence and anger that ran through the city, and also came into contact with one of the five oldest clans on the peninsula for the first time. Compared to the short journey, everything that happened was too long, making people feel at a loss.

However, as the leader of the Silver Moon, one of the members of the Thirteen Hermits, Gundaruf "The Biting Moon" Nyosu said, this matter is not over. On the contrary, it has just begun and is destined to drag everyone on the peninsula into a turbulent and huge vortex.

That's right, everyone.

Including humans, including aliens; including the indigenous people of the peninsula, and naturally including travelers who have just set foot on this land.

You cannot escape, son of faith.

The last believer came to the Shiqilia Peninsula and took away the spirituality of the Great Swamp, intending to forge it into a sharp blade to fight against the united cult, but was ultimately defeated and killed. Following in his footsteps, what is your purpose and what do you want to take away from this peninsula?

Let me wait and see what you choose, Son of Man.

On the highest mountain peak, the wind was howling fiercely, and a pair of cold and sharp vertical pupils overlooked the tiny mountains and land, rivers and canyons, roads and cities, fields and olive groves that were like a chessboard below...Finally, his eyes were fixed on the carriage that was moving farther and farther away, staring at it motionlessly until it disappeared over the horizon, then he slowly retracted his gaze, turned around and jumped, disappearing into the deepest part of the continuous mountains.

……

"But then again, why was the Sanctuary of Judgment breached so easily?" Alice sat in the carriage, pinching her chin, thinking, "It's the headquarters of the Inquisition after all, how could its defense be so weak? The werewolves of Silver Moon went to Harbor of Rain and caused a big commotion, and they got away with it. If they're not taught a lesson, how will everyone view the Inquisition and even the entire church alliance in the future? Will they think they've become weak and easy to bully?"

She fantasized about the future, as if she had already seen that scene.

Lingge looked straight ahead and replied calmly, "That is also the matter of the united sects. It has nothing to do with us."

"How can you say that? They are obviously closely related!" Alice cried.

After all, the "final boss" in her imagination has always been the cult alliance.

Lingge ignored her and was just thinking about another question in his mind: Why did the werewolves of Silver Moon attack the Temple of Judgment?

Although attacking the Temple of Judgment could effectively undermine the prestige of the united religious orders, and the timing they chose was just right, as it happened to be when the Grand Inquisitor and other important figures were not in the Harbor of Desolate Rain, and the core strength of the Temple of Judgment was at its weakest, but so what?

This attack only created some chaos and did not bring more trouble to the cult alliance. Moreover, even if it succeeded, what would happen? Could it be that Gundaruf thought that without the Sanctuary of Judgment, the arbitrators of the Balance of Order would not dare to continue hunting down the aliens in the Shiqilia Peninsula, and the cult alliance would be afraid of the power of the Silver Moon and even the Thirteen Hermits and take the initiative to avoid it? This is undoubtedly wishful thinking. Not only will it not ease the situation, but it will intensify the conflict.

Just as Alice said, given the united cult's style of doing things, they would definitely retaliate severely after being provoked like this. As for what means they would use, it would be nothing more than blood and killing.

What Gundaruf did was hard to understand.

If we try to explain it, we can think that he is imitating Rochelle. The walker of the Fertile Earth Sect tried to challenge the power of the Earth Witch, the Scarlet Night Gate, to prove that the combined cults were not invincible; while the fierce wolf of the Silver Moon was even more arrogant, leading the crowd to attack the headquarters of the Inquisition, proving this point in a more direct and sharp way.

However, Lingge felt that this possibility was not high.

Because Gundaruf made no secret of his contempt and disdain for Rochelle during the conversation. With his conceited and rebellious character, how could he allow himself to imitate a disgusting person?

So the only explanation is that there is another reason.

As for what the reason was, Lingge could only answer with Saint Xia Liya's words: he didn't know.

After all, as an outsider, you are trapped in the fog, and the information you know is limited by your vision. If you cannot jump out of the chaos and take a panoramic view of the overall situation, it will be difficult to sort out the context of the entire incident and then analyze the reasonable reasons from it.

The only thing he knew was that he should not get involved in this fog.

Whether for yourself or your companions, the most appropriate choice is to stay away from the fight between the two behemoths, rather than being like Alice, who wants to go over to take a look wherever there is excitement. This is the mentality of a game player, not a normal person.

But will it really be that smooth?

For some reason, there is always an uneasy premonition in the young man's mind, ready to take action.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)