Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 442 Is he actually an assassin?
Leticia pulled her grandmother through an open corridor. Through the marble supporting columns on both sides, she could see that the lifeless courtyard at the bottom was filled with corpses. Filthy blood flowed among the withered grass and formed a river. The strong smell of blood was strong and pungent even at a height of dozens of meters, which was nauseating.

The mad dogs of the Balance of Order were a little weaker, and began to abandon the positions they had previously captured and gradually evacuated. This gave the werewolves of the Silver Moon hope of victory, so they counterattacked more frantically, biting the enemy's tail tightly and chasing them like wild dogs. But Leticia knew very well that this was just a false appearance disguised by the Balance of Order. In fact, they had already buried bombs in various key locations of the castle, waiting for an order to completely destroy this ancient castle with a history of a hundred years, and also wipe out the last place for the Neoesu family in the world.

The countdown in the prompt box was still flashing brightly, and the time shown on it was only 11 minutes and 56 seconds left.

There were many passages and rooms in the castle, and the terrain was complicated. Leticia couldn't find the way out and was a little anxious. But in order not to worry her grandmother, she pretended to be calm. Although she didn't know where she was going, she took a step forward without any hesitation.

In fact, Nevile had already seen through her guilty conscience. After all, they were family members who lived together day and night. Moreover, Leticia was not very good at disguising herself. She hid her expression very well, but her eyes completely exposed her inner thoughts. There were several times when Nevile couldn't help but want to say something, but she held back in the end.

Give Leticia a little more time, she will remember it soon, just like giving a child time to think independently, so that she can grow.

As for what I remembered...of course I remembered my own race.

They are elegant and noble vampires in the dark night. If they want to escape from the Forloze Castle, the most convenient and efficient way is naturally to spread their bat wings and fly away directly. No one can stop them anyway. The werewolves of Silver Moon and the mad dogs of the Balance of Order are fighting fiercely, and they probably have no time to pay attention to the movements around them. In this case, why bother thinking about how to avoid the enemies around them and pass through these complicated routes?

But, for some reason, Leticia never had such a thought. Could it be that after she was reborn once, she had forgotten her own race?

Nevile couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Of course it's true, listen to me."

Her sudden change of words made everyone suspicious, especially Leticia: "Really?"

She mumbled a lot of things, and Leticia was casual at first, paying more attention to the situation around her, but she listened more and more seriously, and in the end she nodded seriously, indicating that she remembered it all.

"Really?" Leticia's tone became nonchalant, as if she was only asking out of politeness: "Then what can you do, Alice?"

Metien's answer was quite like that of a shepherdess, but since she was also a member of the spirit behind the scenes, Alice did not say this thought. But soon the fire spread to her, because Metien followed up with a sentence: "Sister Alice should have a way, you can ask her."

She couldn't see the explosion countdown in the prompt box, so she was naturally not that anxious. But Leticia was so anxious that she wiped the sweat off her face several times. She had no choice but to ask for help from the spirits behind her mind. She lowered her voice and asked, "Metien, what should we do now?"

"Huh? I don't know."

Alice snorted unhappily, "Neither did I...Hmm, wait? I think I have a solution."

Hey, your attitude is too hypocritical! Think about it, if it weren't for me, would you be able to walk here and find your grandma?

Nevile saw the change in her expression and knew that she was communicating with those invisible ghosts. But what kind of magical ghosts were they? It was said that human souls would linger after death and would turn into ghosts and vengeful spirits to attack passers-by. Could it be that the ghosts were the same principle, but they were more kind, so they were willing to help a little vampire girl who they didn't know to find her grandmother?

It's really incredible.

"Grandma, this way!"

Leticia suddenly quickened her pace and pulled Nevill to the other side of the corridor. That direction was obviously not the way to leave, but heading deeper into the castle. But Nevill did not correct her and let Leticia pull her. She really wanted to know what kind of surprise this child would bring her. If taking a little risk can make her grow up, Nevill felt it was worth it. Time passed by minute by minute. They passed through three dark and silent corridors, walked through the luxurious restaurant with a rectangular table and silver tableware, and passed through several different rooms one after another, including an exhibition room displaying antiques and precious artworks, a library that kept books and various magical documents, a warehouse that was firmly welded with wooden bars, chains and rivets, etc., and finally came to an empty corridor.

This seemed to be the owner's living area. Brighter oil lamps replaced candles on the walls, and the flickering flames continued all night long. The feet were covered with crimson velvet carpets, which led from the stairs to the other end of the corridor. The doors of each room were made of precious mahogany, with hollow patterns, sterling silver door locks and gold-plated handles.

Leticia counted as she ran, and when they came to the door of the twelfth room in the corridor, she stopped, and without saying a word, she stepped forward and kicked the door open. The exquisitely carved mahogany door broke with a snap, half of it was kicked into the room, and the other half hung pitifully on the handle. The sterling silver door lock was twisted beyond recognition.

Nevelle looked at the girl in front of her in surprise. She had never realized that she had such a violent side. But Leticia didn't care. She took down the door and threw it in the corner of the corridor, then walked into the room in a dignified manner.

This is a typical aristocratic bedroom, decorated with the utmost luxury, including crystal chandeliers, gold foil wallpaper, bear skin rugs, sofas and silk-covered armchairs. There are two or three rows of bookshelves against the wall, filled with a wide variety of books. On the long walnut desk are ink bottles, quill pens and several documents of unknown contents. On the other wall is a fireplace, with cooling charcoal blocks behind the charred iron bars, and an armchair and several books in front of the fireplace. One can imagine the owner once sat here to warm himself by the fire and read leisurely.

"It's right here, use [Eagle Eye View] to find it." Alice said in her mind.

Leticia did as she was told and used the skill "Eagle Eye View". The figure of the elf Shemi suddenly flashed behind her. At the same time, her eyes were covered with a layer of emerald light. Everything in her vision lost its original color and turned into distorted black and gray. Only some special objects were releasing green light, which was particularly eye-catching in the black and white world.

If someone observes from the front, they will find that Leticia's eyes are sharper than before. If they were the vertical pupils of a cat before, now they are more like the sharp eyes of an eagle, which fits the name and description of the skill exactly.

[Eagle Eye Perspective: The creatures on earth have never been able to leave the gaze of the sky. After stimulating the instinct in their blood, the souls of the assassins will briefly merge with the eagles in the sky, thus gaining their vision.]

"found it!"

Leticia cried out in surprise. She walked to one of the bookshelves in two or three steps, and pulled out the books one by one in order, and then changed their positions. When she finished all the steps, she heard a click of a mechanism starting somewhere in the room. Then, the fireplace suddenly trembled in silence and slowly moved to the side, revealing a long gray-white stone wall with a pull ring similar to a door handle on it. Obviously, this was a secret door.

“Leticia!?”

Nevile, who had witnessed the entire scene, could no longer maintain her composure and was stunned: "How did you know there was a secret door here?"

He even knew the order in which to activate the mechanism.

It can't be that all the credit goes to the spirit behind the scenes, right?

Where can one find such a magical spirit behind the scenes? Nevile thought, perhaps, she also needs one.

Leticia thought seriously for a while, then turned her head and said to her grandmother seriously: "Maybe it's because--"

"I'm an assassin?"

Nevile: “…”

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)