Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 462: Is your personality rather strange?

Fei'er was naturally asking Lingge. She looked at the young man with a scrutinizing gaze, and a look of reminiscence gradually emerged. She seemed to see some traces of the past era in him, such as the oldest religious group, the black monks on Mount Guardes. That kind of unique temperament and charm, their firm and simple beliefs, and that silent and firm will, all seemed to be reflected in this young man.

Linger had no intention of introducing himself to her in detail, because he knew someone would do it for him, and it would probably be so detailed that it would even include some details that he had not noticed. As expected, Langning Lavelle took two steps forward and explained the situation to Fei'er in a low voice.

After listening to his explanation, the doubt in Fei'er's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a stronger interest. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, and she asked with interest: "So that's it, you are the resident priest of Tianxin Church mentioned in the report, Mr. Ling. Hello, I am Fei'er from the Tribunal, and I am glad to meet you. Speaking of which, we should have a lot of common topics. After all, we are both religious people. The only difference is that you manage a church, and I manage a sect."

Ling expressed reservations about the suggestion that she identifies herself as a “religious person.”

"Hello, Your Majesty Fei Er." He greeted simply, his voice was neither enthusiastic nor distant, just plain, the tone of talking to a stranger. It seemed that although Fei Er said "Nice to meet you", the young man was not very happy to meet her, and judging from the current situation, the atmosphere was not very friendly.

His indifferent attitude did not dampen Fei'er's enthusiasm.

"First of all, let me say sorry. I sent someone to investigate you, Mr. Lingge. This was also for the sake of the stability of our country and society. After all, I can't just let a dangerous person who is suspected to be a magician hide in the city and do nothing. Therefore, this apology is based on the violation of your and your sister's personal privacy, but it does not mean that I feel the slightest guilt for my actions."

Fei Er examined Ling's expression as he spoke, but the young man's reaction was very calm, as he had expected it. If Langning Lavelle had noticed him in the Salia Wilderness, then with the huge power of the cult, it would be easy to track down his identity and origins. Ling even suspected that if they were given enough time, they might help him find his biological parents - although the young man was not very happy to see those two faces that were colder than strangers and more hateful than the enemies around him.

"It seems that you don't care about such trivial matters." Fei Er was sure that he really had no disgust or aversion, so she grinned and said, "Yes, your personality suits my taste very well. Young people should have such an open-minded attitude. Well, let's put this aside for now and talk about the problem itself. The report mentioned some interesting things about you - well, very interesting, at least much more interesting than the war happening in the swamp at the moment - coincidentally, our church union is also paying attention to these things."

Lingge hesitated for a rare moment, and finally shook his head: "No."

The young man asked unexpectedly, "Is it a religious union or a witch association?"

This conclusion was drawn based on Ling's route after he left Linville. He arrived in Rostin, Sosen Mountains, and Nimsher successively. Coincidentally, this coincided with Rochelle's trajectory, which was also mentioned in the report sent back by the A-1152 arbitration team.

"I think so. You are very different from Rochelle. You are a rational person, while he is a rational madman. People and madmen cannot get along well." Fei Er raised his eyebrows and said, "Then let me ask it another way: Are you Rochelle's enemy?"

Fei Er was stunned, then scratched his hair after realizing what was happening: "You even know this, it seems someone has revealed a lot of incredible information to you. I guess it can't be Gundaruf, and secondly, you have definitely never met Solomon, so there is only one answer - is Rochelle your friend?"

He had never considered Rochelle a friend, and he was sure that she must have thought so too.

Ling Ge still shook his head: "No."

"But you and your companions stood up in that summoning ceremony and stopped the Earth Mother Titan from wreaking havoc on the Salia Plain. If you had not been nowhere to be found after the war, I would really like to award you a large gold medal to commend the contributions made by you international friends. If you have done this, and you still say that you are not Rochelle's enemy, then why did you decide to fight in the first place? I'm very curious, can you give me an answer?" Fei'er looked at Lingge steadily.

Alice, who was busy fiddling with her game console, suddenly pricked up her ears when she heard the words "a big gold medal". She responded positively to the key words. She was about to look up and ask "Is it true?", but Linge pushed her back. The young man replied expressionlessly: "Because he did something wrong." "Wrong? What was wrong? Do you think his approach was wrong, his philosophy was wrong, or his original intention was wrong? Let me ask again, are you against the ceremony of inviting the gods?"

"no doubt."

"Why? Don't you want your own god to come to the world?"

The young man shook his head. “God will not come in this way, and the God who comes in this way is definitely not the God we want to see. If you want Him to see your confusion, then the God who comes is blind; if you want Him to hear your helplessness, then the God who comes is closed. It is human will that distorts the image of God and makes Him controlled by some kind of collective consensus. Therefore, the essence of human faith is to obtain comfort, rather than praying for an omnipotent God to come to the world and clear up all our troubles. Of course, I am referring to those gods who only exist in the form of text or legends. As for those gods claimed by powerful extraordinary people, aliens and magicians, I don’t know what they are like.”

"Oh?" Fei Er turned her head slightly, her golden bangs shining brightly under the reflection of her silver-gray eyes: "You mean... getting comfort is faith?"

"That's right." The young man nodded seriously, repeating the most irrefutable truth in the world that his adoptive father had told him: "To gain comfort is to have faith."

"Ha." Fei'er couldn't help laughing after hearing this affirmative conclusion. Her tone was cheerful and she seemed to be in a good mood. "It's a pity that you were born a thousand years later. Otherwise, you could have completed the complicated "Preliminary Analysis of Religious Theory" with Martha. Our leader would appreciate you very much and might even promote you to be the head of the Doctrine Circle. Of course, according to the term within our association, the Doctrine Research Department, a special research department of the Magical Research Institute, has discovered many interesting things and put forward many interesting viewpoints, such as the distinction between "faith sects" and "faith sects", which has a lot in common with what you said just now. Unfortunately, I don't know much about this and can't discuss this issue with you. The head of the Doctrine Research Department is Yahweh, right? Do you need me to introduce you to him..."

"Cough cough."

Dickens coughed twice, interrupting Fei'er's endless chatter, and at the same time hinted to her with his eyes: You've said too much.

I'm afraid Rochelle won't be able to reveal more information to these people than you are telling them now.

"Uh."

After realizing that she had let the cat out of the bag, Fei Er grabbed her ponytail guiltily and said, "Sorry, I seem to be too excited. I hope I didn't scare you. I can't help it. It's rare to meet someone who is so in line with our ideals. No wonder Lang Ning wanted to invite you to join the association. He is a serious person, but he has a good eye."

So are these two things logically related in any way?
Everyone thought so, including Ronning.

Nevile had an even more strange expression on her face: for the first time, she knew that the Grand Inquisitor, who rushed into the battlefield without a word and beat herself and Wolfgang to death, had such a... strange character.

It really makes me feel complicated.

She sighed silently.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)