Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 474 Is That Person Me?
really.

Lingge sighed softly.

He was not surprised by this result. Perhaps many details had already planted signs in his mind, but they were often ignored. There are many things in this world that are not controlled by human will. They just exist here as a matter of course, waiting for the right moment to reveal the truth. But which moment is right enough? In the various philosophical thoughts that have been spoken and written so far, no clear conclusion has been given.

With an answer come more mysteries: If Fei Er is the young queen, why did she join the witch society and call herself a witch? In addition to her, are there other witches in the witch society, or other young queens? What is the purpose of their establishment of this organization? Did the Eden Project to create a new world come from their wishes, or was it influenced by those earth philosophers? Why didn't they lose their power and memory, and still recognize their past sisters?
All these questions are worth pondering, and Fei Er believes that Lingge cannot be indifferent to them, because humans are born to be a race dominated by curiosity. Their strong desire for knowledge has prompted the great founder of religion, Saint Tumi, to open up a path to the extraordinary among thorns and bushes, and has also made the sailing warships 350 years ago tirelessly pursue the wealth and secrets buried on another continent across the sea. Without this curiosity from the heart, humans are just an insignificant part of the mediocre insects. How can they become the masters of the civilized world?

No one can restrain his curiosity, especially when he is exposed to the most ancient and fundamental secrets of the world. This forbidden knowledge is enough to make the magicians of the Windmill Cross or the Truth Society fall into the most selfless frenzy, and the truth that they have been seeking all their lives but have never found, the young man in front of him can touch it just by opening his mouth.

There is no better deal in the world than this, Fei'er thought, although if he asked himself, he would not say anything.

After all, this guy is really annoying.

However, unexpectedly, Ling Ge calmly withdrew his gaze: "I have nothing else to ask."

It seemed that he really only needed to know this answer, and the more mysteries hidden behind the answer were not within his scope of interest. But if he was not interested in these mysteries, why did he insist on asking about his identity? Could it be that whether he was the young queen was very important to him, and nothing else mattered?
Fei'er was a little stunned, but the young man didn't care about her reaction and calmly pressed the last option. Then, a cold prompt box popped up: [Escape Failed].

His level is lower than Alice's, so the probability of his successful escape is naturally lower than Alice's. This is not surprising. Despite this, a certain genius player couldn't help but sigh, and there was a sense of disappointment in his sigh. He probably thought that it's okay for me to have bad luck, but why are you so unlucky?
Afterwards, Metien suffered the same failure as her brother and failed to escape. Fei Er watched coldly without saying a word, let alone trying to attack. She seemed to be very familiar with turn-based games, and knew that she could not do anything at this time, so she did not waste her energy. In the mist behind her, dark figures flashed like ghosts, holding sharp weapons and covered with hard shells. They were actually Fei Er's three trusted subordinates and her loyal soldiers. They were blocked outside by the void, so they could not hear the conversation here, nor could they see the movement here. They stood there like steel statues, but this silent posture gave people a solemn and austere feeling. It seemed that they could feel their blades passing through their eyebrows and smell the iron filings and rust left when the magic bullet pierced the skull.

At this moment, this iron-gray army is like the followers created by the Witch of Dread from the chaotic world. They follow their master faithfully, staring at the prey that fall into the trap and have nowhere to escape, waiting for the moment to eat their flesh and blood and drink their blood.

That was the moment when Alice and the others' turns ended. By the time it was their turn, the vast number of rounds of action were enough to drown any resisting brothers and sisters. No tragic whimper could be heard because they had all been strangled by the steel gunshots and died silently.

There is a countdown hanging over everyone's head. Although it cannot be seen with the naked eye, the sound of the pointer clicking can be heard in the heart, so everyone knows that they are heading towards the predetermined ending of the story. Is it good or bad? It is entirely determined by luck.

As Metien finished her turn, the right to act was handed over to Saint Shallia, which made Alice excited all of a sudden, because as the same young girl king, Saint Shallia and Fei Er's level were question marks, which had nothing to do with strength, it was purely equality in status. Since the level was the same, then the probability of a successful escape was greatly increased.

"Come on, Saint Shalia!"

She encouraged. But the shepherdess did not respond. Her eyes stayed on the five options in front of her for a long time before she slowly raised her head and looked at Fei Er steadily. Her trance-like posture seemed to have returned to a long time ago when she was still in the apple orchard. She often raised her head and looked at the fragmented sky between the branches of the apple trees, imagining her past and future. She always felt that she had a lot of memories, about this world, the unknown fate and the reason why she appeared here, but where are those memories now? Along with an unforeseen dream, did they disappear in a place far away that she could never reach in her lifetime?

She spoke softly, her tone as melancholy and sad as a bunch of pale sunlight frozen on the branches of an apple tree: "I also have a question that I want to ask you."

These words were undoubtedly spoken to Fei'er. They were neither a request nor an inquiry, but a request for verification.

Lingge thought silently.

If you hadn't heard what the young man said to the girl one night in the crimson fire mist and the flames of fire butterflies in the Sosen Mountains, you wouldn't understand how she felt about her sisters whom she had never met. Indeed, the girl had no memory of the past, but she always felt that she would be a good sister, until today.

Facing Saint Shallia, Fei Er restrained her cold expression. She seemed to have anticipated what kind of questions she would ask, so she couldn't bear to see her sad and sorrowful eyes. She slightly tilted her cheek, and a strand of golden hair fell from the gap between the dark red windshield and her ears, like a shining gold earring. She tried to keep her tone calm, without revealing any abnormal emotions: "Ask, I-"

She suddenly sniffed, and her voice became much deeper: "I will answer them all."

Fei Er did not say "I will not tell you if it involves the secrets of the association", because she knew very well that with the character of the girl in front of her, she would never ask any questions that would make her feel embarrassed. She has been like this for a long time, always considering everyone's feelings, but forgetting to consider her own.

"kindness."

Saint Shallia's voice came over softly, as subtle as the wind blowing through the dead leaves on the ground, or as gentle as water caressing the mud on the riverbed: "I want to ask you, Miss Fei'er, about the girl named Shatice you mentioned earlier."

"She actually—"

She clenched her hands gently in front of her chest. In the game world, she didn't sweat or feel dizzy, but she felt extremely nervous: "It's me, right?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)