Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 650 Do you know the destination?
Alice was so secretive that she didn't tell anyone what interesting idea she had come up with, even though no one was interested. Judging from past experience, it must be another earth-shattering rotten job. I just hope Lorena can open her eyes and not be deceived by the golden-haired maid's face and become this guy's accomplice.

Rorona was in high spirits, not sure if it was because she thought Alice's idea was really interesting, or because today was a great day for the opening of the shop and welcomed many customers. To be honest, she had been running the alchemy workshop in Rothdana for so long, but she had never received so many customers in a single day like today.

And everyone seems to have enough money, except for a stingy genius player.

The exciting shopping session was not over yet. The proprietress Shesta, the elf Shemy, and even the little sun who came to eat seemed to be willing to become the next customer. However, Ling Ge had to stand up and disturb Lorena's business because there was still business to be solved.

"So," Linger pointed to the world map still reflected on the floor and asked, "How do we use this map?"

"It's very simple."

Rorona, who was discussing the details with Alice, took the time to look up and replied, "Use the fate beacon like before. Wherever the beacon falls, the next young queen will be there."

This... is indeed very simple, so simple that it seems a bit perfunctory.

Ovella, who was lying on the table, yawned and muttered, "It sounds like a child's toy."

"Hahaha, don't say that." Rolena laughed heartily, not feeling embarrassed at all: "Destiny is originally a conceptual ability, so it can only be determined in a conceptual way. If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Saint Shallia. She is the Queen of Destiny, and her understanding of destiny must be deeper than ours."

Everyone then focused their attention on Saint Shallia, who nodded silently and replied, "My understanding of fate is actually very vague, but the principle of the method Miss Rolena mentioned does exist. It has long been recorded in the witchcraft of the Moryas: wise elders would use the direction of the falling branches to guide the way, or trace the veins of the leaves to find traces. Even the most mysterious and ancient astrology is derived from this principle."

I see. It sounds very profound.

Since it was certified by an authority, everyone stopped questioning and retreated to the wall, leaving enough space for Lingge. The young man picked up the golden thread of fate again, silently chanted in his heart, "I want to know the location of the next young girl's kingship", and then gently threw it up, and it fell, rolling on the world map reflected on the floor, leaving a tortuous golden track behind.

The beacon of fate was like a ball of yarn being played with by an invisible cat. It rolled under the chair, hit the table leg, turned in the opposite direction, and when it was about to hit the panicked lamb, it suddenly turned and rolled under the dining table again... It rolled in a way that completely violated the law of gravity, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes it seemed to stop, and sometimes it accelerated. There was no pattern, and no one could guess its direction and speed in the next moment. After more than ten seconds of plane compound motion of rotation and displacement, it finally slowed down gradually under the silent gaze of everyone in the hall, and had a tendency to stop. However, considering that it had already faked two or three times before and had a bad record, everyone did not relax their vigilance and believed that it might repeat the same trick.

Then it stopped.

When you think it might stop, it still rushes forward regardless; and when you think it is deceiving you, it unexpectedly stops. Perhaps it is fate that always goes against you and against human will.

Lingge didn't have time to express similar emotions. When he saw where the destiny beacon stopped on the map, his pupils suddenly contracted and his face unconsciously revealed a solemn look, as if he had seen a less than ideal result - or, in other words, the most undesirable result.

The beacon of destiny did not fall in some remote and uninhabited suburban area. If that were the case, it would be beneficial to the activities of Lingge and his group. Nor did it fall in some dangerous and desperate place known to everyone. With the current strength of Lingge and his group, although it was a bit dangerous, it would not make the young man show such a serious expression.

It can even land in any city in any country on this continent, even in Fontainebleau, the capital of the White City Republic, or Qisaia, the capital of the Mindelhas Empire. As long as you are cautious, there is a way to sneak in.

However, the place where it landed, the seemingly ordinary city marked as a dot on the map, was named: Lunwitting.

The political and economic center of the Kingdom of Great Brittany, the throne of successive monarchs, the shining jewel on the crown of the Western Continent, the undisputed number one among the "Top Ten Great Cities in the World" selected by the Western Continent Times, has been considered the most famous and oldest city in the entire Western Continent since Queen Victoria I recaptured the old capital: Renwitting.

Legend has it that the remains of the first city in the history of human civilization, the Land of All Spirits, are still buried underground; legend has it that the missionaries of the Spiritual Prayer Society buried 100,000 volumes of catechisms and 500 boxes of gold and jewelry in the Great Hermitage of All Saints' Gospels on the eve of their evacuation; legend has it that a thousand-year-old elder lives in seclusion in the Three Mountains, and witnessed with his own eyes how Marshal Napoleon conquered the majestic city walls that were used to defend against barbarians during the Hundred Years' War... She is a concept built up by countless legends and history, as if she only exists in history books, but she really appears in front of everyone: Lunwitting.

The four great philosophers of the Renaissance all gave lectures here. The ancient Royal Academy of Sciences retains the original copy of Dante's Divine Comedy. Therefore, writers from all over the world still regard this city as their ideal country, praising its holiness or denouncing its cruelty. In the era when the Steam Cult rose, the great scientist Watt was inspired by God to invent the steam engine. The glory of the industrial age radiated from here to the entire continent, making the name of Alexander, the god of steam, sacred. At the same time, this city has become a fertile ground for the growth of scientific and rational talents. The glorious names such as the Society for the Revolution of the Celestial Spheres, the Seminar Society of Classical Literature, the World Geographical Association, the Royal Astronomical Society, and the Seminar Society of Practical Science can all testify to this.

It is the "city of sin and ideal" in Shakespeare's works, the "intersection of good times and bad times" described by Dickens, and the city of longing and destruction that made the poet Helen Sett write the poem "Don't pursue your ideals in Renwittin, your ideals will backfire on you". It is religion, culture, superstition, science, persecution, ideals, destruction, achievement, ancient legend, mark of civilization, and the only name in the world:
"The City of Ten Thousand Cities," Linger murmured in a low voice, his voice particularly clear in the dead silence of the hall: "Lunweiting."

(End of this chapter)