Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 455 Do you want to be a guest?

Only Lingge understood the meaning of this sentence.

Since Alice traveled through time, philosophers from the Earth world have always been inseparable from Alice. It seems that she can hear their names everywhere she goes: Marshal Napoleon, Joan of Arc, the four philosophers of the Renaissance, King Barbarossa the Red Bearded, Helmut, the first Minister of War Affairs, Merlin, the ancestor of magic... The history of this world, from the realistic to the mysterious, has been tampered with beyond its original state. However, all the philosophers mentioned above only exist in history, and the most recent one is more than 60 years ago. Therefore, Alice has only heard of their names, but has never dealt with them.

When this talented player first heard the names and deeds of her fellow countrymen, she ambitiously expressed her desire to create a career as brilliant as theirs. However, so far, Linger has not found that she has made any useful contribution to the world.

Charles Dickens and Christiaan Huygens were Alice's first close encounters with her compatriots from Earth since she traveled through the other world, which made her feel very excited and curious. Of course, one thing that cannot be ignored is that the timing and location of this meeting were not quite appropriate. Moreover, there is another thing worth noting, that is, the image of these two philosophers seemed to be different from the great writer and scientist in her impression.

Naturally, she would feel puzzled, and this feeling of puzzlement was probably similar to the feeling she had when she first left Linville on the Dawn train and embarked on an adventurous journey, looking out at the floating ruins in the suburban fields and seeing the statue of Marshal Napoleon: in her impression, Napoleon was a short man, but the statue in the ruins was a great man over 1.8 meters tall and with an imposing manner. Ling also said that historical materials and the personal accounts of the parties involved showed that Napoleon was indeed like this.

So, is it that there is something wrong with the Earth’s history textbooks, or has the image of the philosophers changed drastically since they came to this world?

But no matter how much it changes, it can't be this outrageous, right?

"If I remember correctly," Alice said cautiously while observing the expression of the cold blond lady, "Christian Huygens should be a man, right?"

Isn't it only those useless cute and otaku 2D mobile games that make famous historical figures feminine? Why is the game command company also doing this? And feminization is fine, why not feminize them together? Christian Huygens has become a cute girl, but Charles Dickens is still a standard British gentleman. Do you look down on us writers?
As soon as these words came out, the already tense atmosphere seemed to become even more tense. The silver mad dogs did not make any moves, but even through the cold steel armor, one could feel their silent and cold gazes, and the silver-white gun barrels were ready to fire. If the previous words were regarded as a provocation to the commander, then they undoubtedly had the reason to blast these escaped fish into magic residues, and they were just waiting for the commander's order.

Upon hearing this, Dickens nodded in agreement: "I like this sentence, too."

"Ah." Alice scratched her hair. "Well, I guess so. For example, I know you are a great writer who wrote A Tale of Two Cities, Oliver Twist, and Bleak House? Although I haven't read any of them. Oh, right! I really like a sentence you wrote in your book. What was it called? This is the best of times, and the worst of times... But I forgot it later, hehe."

"What?"

Alice replied subconsciously: "What is that?"

This was a bit strange. Alice always felt that he was commenting on other people's works, and a look of confusion flashed across her eyes. At this time, Dickens suddenly asked again: "Miss, do you know the Bridge of Heaven?"

Nevile looked back at Alice with a suspicious look. She thought her words were sharp and mean enough, but she still couldn't anger all her enemies with just one sentence like Alice did. Could it be that this guy was a genius in the art of language?
Christian had a blank expression on his face and did not comment on this. Dickens, on the other hand, chuckled and seemed to find it quite interesting. "It's been a long time since I met someone as humorous as you, young lady. It sounds like you have a unique insight into us, and what we should or should not be like. In other words... do you know us well?"

She started chatting with her enemy.

"Nothing." Dickens looked at her with a smile. His words and expressions were like he was looking at a little white rabbit who had just entered the world and was unaware of the world. It was funny, but also had a condescending sense of pity: "I am surprised, but it seems that your appearance is indeed just an accident."

"I don't think so, Dickens."

Christian, who had been silent the whole time, spoke indifferently at this moment, his voice was calm and rational beyond ordinary people: "She knows the origin and meaning of the code name of the philosopher, but does not know what the Bridge of Heaven is. This shows that her existence itself is an abnormal phenomenon. We cannot attribute all abnormalities to accidents. This does not conform to a principle that the leader often admonishes us: be alert to anything beyond common sense and carefully explore the meaning of their existence." "I know, so this is just a small wish of mine."

Dickens smiled and said, "I always say that there are not enough humor and interesting souls in this world because there are so many people like you who are used to being serious. Being your colleague makes people feel as if they have a tacit understanding, but being your friend would be too boring. Don't you think so, Christian?"

Christian responded with a short sentence: "I thought you were used to it."

Dickens laughed even more happily.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Alice was confused as she listened to their inexplicable conversation: "So what exactly is the Sky Bridge? Should I know? What will happen if I don't know?"

You villains should stop being riddlers all the time, it's really frustrating!

"In fact, it doesn't depend on our opinions, so what I can answer you is, maybe it will be like this, maybe it won't be like this." Dickens looked at Alice again, looking at her curious and anxious expression, and said, "If we want to explore the exact conclusion, I think we need to have a more in-depth exchange, and this is obviously not the right place. Miss, are you interested in moving to the Church of Conviction to discuss some topics that may involve the essence of the world? Of course, if you feel it is too profound, in order to avoid boring you, I am also happy to discuss with you how Charles Dickens, the great critical writer, led and inherited the trend of modern literature, and how he was later impacted by more postmodern creative concepts... Do these topics satisfy your preferences better?"

He called himself a literary giant. Would a normal person say that? And a normal person would not accept such a suspicious invitation, right? Even if we take a step back, don’t you think it is very rude to threaten guests with guns and cannons when they come to visit?

Alice finally realized that this was not the time for her to chase her idol, and the two philosophers in front of her might not be her fellow countrymen from Earth. She took a step back and whispered, "Uh, this is not necessary, right? I'm quite busy. How about we talk next time when we're free? See you later?"

She pretended to leave, but Christian raised his hand indifferently and gestured. Suddenly, there was a sound of moving gun barrels around, and the crosshairs were locked on her with a click. The talented player was so scared that he immediately shrank behind Lingge.

"What a pity." Dickens sighed softly. "What I regret is that you are unwilling to accept our invitation, and what I regret even more is that I cannot let you refuse our invitation, because the existence of you, this 'abnormal phenomenon', is very important to us. Therefore, please forgive me, even if I need to use force, it is a last resort - do it, the top priority is to capture the target, and nothing else matters."

The last sentence was obviously directed to the soldiers.

As she finished speaking, Nevile keenly noticed that the concentration of magic in the air was rising sharply, gradually exceeding the normal standard. She realized that this was caused by the surrounding magic knights and constructed mechas running their own magic furnaces at high power. Obviously, they were planning to launch an attack.

The silver-eyed countess tensed up instantly and lowered her voice and said, "Leticia, hide behind me. And you, be careful. If the fight starts later, I may not be able to take care of you..."

Ling Ge and the others all looked stern, realizing that they were about to face a tough battle. Moreover, their hope of escaping seemed very slim.

We can only hope for a miracle...?

A voice suddenly came from outside the battlefield: "Please wait a moment!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)