Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 514: Is this an uninteresting conversation?

"Can you succeed as long as you persist?"

Avella looked at Ling Ge with suspicion, thinking it was too simple no matter how she thought about it.

Linger held up three fingers: "First of all, I never said that persistence will definitely lead to success. In fact, if it were that simple, our world would have been full of successful people. Secondly, although persistence may not necessarily lead to success, it is indeed the simplest path for literary creation. At least it is visible to the naked eye and clear at a glance. Talented people can give full play to their talents through persistence, and those without talent can also gain some insights after years of hard work, which can help them go further."

When he said this, Avella couldn't help but interject: "I think I have talent."

Lingge glanced at her indifferently, and the girl closed her mouth and said no more.

So Linge said the last point: "Finally, whether you believe it or not, the only thing you can do now is to persevere. Otherwise, how do you want to realize your talent? Do you rely on the theoretical knowledge you learned from books? If the theory is not turned into practice, it is meaningless. You should understand this principle, right?"

Ovella nodded listlessly, having lost all her confidence after hearing what he said.

Seeing this, Lingge thought about it and then made a more substantial suggestion: "If you don't know where to start, just revise the novel in your arms. It's just a draft anyway, so it should be easier to revise it."

"Eh, just a rough draft?!"

"Okay." Olvera agreed reluctantly.

"…Do you consider it as the final draft?"

"Yes, I think it's perfect. There's nothing that needs to be modified. I want to show it to Sister Saint Shalia and Alice."

call.

Lingge couldn't even imagine how serious the situation would be if the first person she invited to watch the masterpiece was not him, but Alice. If he only had the most basic literary appreciation ability, then Alice was simply a pseudo-illiterate who watched the fun and didn't mind getting involved. She might shamelessly praise Olvera's work, let her build up false self-confidence, and go further and further on the wrong path of literary creation... As long as the young man thought of what she did at St. Lowood National School, he shuddered.

He just wanted to go back to his room and have a good rest, so he made an excuse to leave. Avella, who was frowning and thinking about how to revise the article, did not try to stop him, but nodded perfunctorily, saying, "I understand, you can go now."

"Revise it for me now, and then show it to them after you're done."

Ling Ge breathed a sigh of relief: Finally, he had dealt with these three problematic girls. He had pointed out problems with those who were not problematic at first and then solved them. This was really a life-threatening task. Just how to choose the words while taking their moods into consideration was enough to rack one's brains. Although the final result was perfect, if the same thing happened next time, it would be better to let Alice solve it herself.

That's great, but it would be better if your eyes weren't so wandering when you said that.

"What's the matter?" Avella immediately raised her head and looked at him warily: "If it's still about the novel, then there's no need, because I have already thought of how to revise it, and I don't need your suggestions for the time being!"

Ling Ge turned around and left, neatly and freely. But just as he opened the door, he suddenly remembered something, so he stopped and turned back to Aoweila and said, "By the way, Aoweila, there is one thing I want to remind you."

Ling Ge did not expose her fake confidence and shook his head, saying, "It's not this."

"What's that?"

"There is a small garden next to the windmill tower of Ieta. If I remember correctly, all the violets there should be planted by you?" "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, but you need to recall how long you haven't watered them, and then think carefully about what will happen to plants when they lack water for a long time. I think that even if the environment and climate on the Sky Island are suitable for plant growth, I'm afraid they can't go against this natural law, right?"

"You're talking nonsense! I clearly asked several stone spirit guards to help me look after the garden!"

"But all the stone spirits on the island were transferred by the boss lady to pave the road."

"Eh?"

Olvera was stunned, and before she could react, Linger quietly slipped away, and before leaving, he was very considerate to close the door for her to prevent the princess's voice from being heard in the corridor. It turned out that he was very foresighted, because only a few seconds after he left, a regretful and angry cry came from the room: "Wow!!!"

"Linger you idiot!"

"You should have said this at the beginning!"

……

Not to mention that due to Ling's negligence, a certain Belmang princess hurriedly put down her manuscript, picked up a silver watering can and rushed to water her small garden. Her nervous appearance as she trotted along made the bartender who was mixing cocktails behind the counter confused and thought she had encountered something terrible. Nor to mention how Ling, who was planning to go back to his room to rest after finally solving the depression of several problem girls, heard sneaky whispers coming from his sister's pharmacy when he passed by it again, and relied on great willpower to curb his desire to find out... While these things were happening, a certain girl was about to usher in her crucial moment.

This is in a forest not far from the Fairy Inn. Due to the limitations of the terrain and soil, the trees here are relatively sparse, basically dominated by thick and straight autumn chestnuts and stone pines. The canopy is high and dense, and from a distance it looks like a giant umbrella holding up the sky. Under the umbrella are wide open spaces separated by bushes, ferns and sparse primrose bushes.

Beams of platinum light squeezed through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the giant umbrella and fell down. In the dim and dim sunlight, there were tiny needles dancing in the wind and gray feathers dropped by arboreal birds when they were startled. The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. Leaves of three colors: emerald green, fiery red, and withered yellow, woven together into a soft and colorful carpet. When you stepped on it, not even a sound was made, as all the noise was absorbed by the fallen leaves.

A smaller but more delicate white parasol embroidered with rose and rose patterns on the edge blooms in the shade shaded by the tree canopy. In addition to the parasol, there is a one-legged round table covered with a hand-woven tablecloth with a snow-white lace pattern, two comfortable reclining chairs, a set of precious ceramic tea sets including a teapot, teacups, teaspoons, trays, and sugar pots, as well as a three-layer dessert tray filled with delicious snacks such as caramel pudding, milk cookies, almond cakes, and roasted goat's milk.

It was clear from the situation that a private afternoon tea party was being held here. The reason why it was called private was that there were only two participants in the tea party, and they were a grandparent and grandchild, namely Nevile and Leticia - at least, before an uninvited guest arrived, there were indeed only these two people.

However, Saint Shallia broke into the venue of the tea party, just like the little girl in the fairy tale who rashly broke into the rabbit hole. Although her footsteps did not make any noise on the thick carpet of fallen leaves, vampires do not rely on sound to perceive the world, so her arrival quickly attracted the attention of the host of the tea party.

"Miss Saint Charia." The silver-eyed countess looked at the guest who was not on the invitation with interest. She did not blame the girl for coming uninvited, but nodded politely: "Hello."

Saint Shalia hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to respond with the same courtesy, saying softly: "Hello."

Leticia next to her yawned at this moment. For some reason, she suddenly had a premonition that these two people were about to start a conversation that she was not interested in.

Adults are all like this, always like to talk about some inexplicable topics.

I have to find a way to escape and find Metien.

She made up her mind silently.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)