Alice in the Land of Steam

Isn’t Chapter 511 a copied book?

"Uh."

Sounds like a good plan, but...

"But why are you looking for me?" Metien asked in confusion: "You should go to Lingge to discuss it, Sister Alice, I can't make the decision on this matter."

"Ling Ge Ling Ge, is Ling Ge the only one in your eyes? Obviously, I am the leader of the Gransefa Air Cavalry Regiment, look at me carefully, I am right here... Bah bah bah! I got the lines wrong. Anyway, don't worry about Ling Ge, I will go and convince him. As for why I came to you——"

Alice suddenly stopped talking here, crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and looked up and down at the pink-haired girl in front of her. This look, as if she was selecting goods at the vegetable market, made Metien feel a chill on her back. She couldn't help but take two steps back and swallowed hard: "Sister Alice, what do you want to do? This is a hotel, right?"

If I shout, the proprietress, the bartender and dozens of Mr. Rabbits will come over and beat you up, so it’s best not to have any bad ideas. Isn’t it good for everyone to live in peace?

"What are you afraid of?" Alice couldn't help but roll her eyes at her timid reaction: "I won't eat you."

Really not?
Hard to say.

Metien has reservations about this.

In fact, Metien learned this skill thanks to the medical education she had been receiving. To become a qualified pharmacist, it is useless to just remember the symptoms of the disease or the proportion of the preparation. You must also have the most basic knowledge of the commonly used herbs, including their appearance, shape and characteristics. If you only remember this knowledge with your naked eyes, you will soon forget it, so the pink-haired girl drew them in her notebook and often looked through them. Later, she went to the Sky Island and got to know more kinds of medicinal plants in the herb garden of the traveler fairy. The pictures in the notebook were constantly updated. Over time, she developed the skill of pencil sketching.

"let me help you!"

"Can you draw?" Alice asked suddenly.

To be honest, this question was a bit jumpy and had nothing to do with the previous topic. Metien was stunned for a moment. After he realized what was going on, he nodded hesitantly: "I know a little bit... Does pencil sketching count?"

"Well, it's not impossible, Sister Alice, but I have to finish my homework first..."

Alice certainly didn't know the inside story, but that didn't stop her from expressing her satisfaction with the pink-haired girl's talent. She reached out and patted her on the shoulder: "Yoshi, you, come and help me with the work. If you do a good job, I'll give you a reward. Got it?"

"Huh, really?" Alice asked casually, but she didn't expect to get an unexpected surprise.

"Ahhh, I get it, Sister Alice. I'll help you draw. I'll draw right now! Don't touch my tools!"

……

What are you arguing about?
Lingge, who was passing by the potion workshop, heard the noise coming from inside and couldn't help but frowned. He was thinking whether he should go in and remind Metien to study hard and not be tempted by some people with ulterior motives to play games... But then he thought that Metien was a child with self-esteem after all. Last time he blamed her for forgetting her homework, she was already very ashamed. It would be better not to make things worse. As for the temptation of people with bad intentions, I believe she will resist it consciously.

So he pretended not to hear the noise inside, walked through the door of the apothecary workshop as if nothing had happened, and stepped on the old wooden stairs to the third floor. Olvera's room was on this floor, and she was the only one living on the third floor, while the others' rooms were on the second floor. The princess of Beman explained that she was used to quietness, so she wanted to be alone at night, but Lingge knew clearly in his heart that she deliberately avoided everyone's sight just to cover up her little secret.

Lingge came to the door of her room and knocked gently, but there was no response from inside, so he knocked again. This time he finally heard the sound of a chair being moved, followed by footsteps approaching quickly, as if the girl in the room was awakened and realized that she had neglected the guest, so she trotted over in a panic to open the door. It cannot be said that she did not have the graceful manners of a princess, but that she was completely infected by Alice.

With a creak, the door opened from the inside, and a curious little head popped out from the crack of the door: "Who is it... Hey, Lingge? Why is it you!?"

She looked very surprised, although Lingge didn't think there was anything surprising about it. The young man asked back, "Can't it be me?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." She pouted when she said this, as if she felt that Ling Ge was taking it too seriously and that she was just saying it casually. So she suddenly didn't want to explain to him anymore, so she opened the door and said reluctantly, "Forget it, it's nothing, come in."

Is she angry? Is there any reason to be angry? The girl's mind is so complicated that it is hard to understand.

Lingge walked into the princess' room. The decoration and furnishings inside were no different from those of other rooms in the hotel: cupboards emitting a faint aroma of sawdust, display shelves with alarm clocks and other miscellaneous items, wooden shutters, off-white curtains, small potted plants by the windowsill, glass wall lamps on the wall, and a stone fireplace embedded in the wooden floor. Behind the iron mesh fence was cooling charcoal, which was full of the warm atmosphere of life.

The only difference is that Olvera's room has two built-in wooden bookshelves, with a total of five layers, decorated with rose and thorn patterns, which looks quite delicate. However, there are not many books on them, only a dozen or so, so it looks very empty. At first glance, not only does it not make people feel that the owner of this room loves reading, but it also makes people feel that "how much does she dislike reading that she is unwilling to put books on the bookshelf for show".

Only Lingge knew that these books were copied by Olvera herself. Some of them were knowledge about magical herbs that Medien asked her to copy. After learning, the pink-haired girl returned the books to Sister Olvera, who put them on the bookshelf for future use. Some of them were books that Olvera herself had read in the [Library of Truth] and thought were good, so she copied them down and put them on the bookshelf, waiting to revisit them in the future. In addition, sometimes other people on the space island would seek her help based on various needs, and she would record these problems as a backup.

Although Lingge did not deliberately learn about it, he heard from the proprietress Shesta that Ovira seemed to have helped everyone a lot when he was unaware, such as "how to cook delicious Saria Chestnut", "how to build a potion workshop from scratch", "how to use the rotten wood demon's innate magic to construct a garden with a self-circulating system"... and so on. All kinds of strange questions can be found in her [Book of Truth]. It makes people sigh that it is indeed a very convenient ability.

Turning his sight, he saw Avra's desk in front of the window. The desk was piled with various drafts. Each piece of paper was densely written. The font was as elegant as the court etiquette that the princess had learned. There was also a silver-gray fountain pen next to it. It seemed that Avra ​​was concentrating on copying books when he knocked on the door. No wonder he didn't hear the knock at first.

"What book are you copying again?" Lingge asked. Of course, he didn't really care, he just found a topic to break the deadlock.

Hearing this, Ovella's expression suddenly became strange.

She glanced at Lingge, then walked to the desk, sorted out the messy manuscripts, piled them up, and replied slowly, "This is not a copied book, Lingge."

Ling Ge was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't react for a while: "It's not a copied book? It's..."

what is that?
Avella turned around with the manuscript in her arms, her mouth curled up slowly, and she smiled proudly: "It's a book I wrote myself."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)