Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 660: Isn’t it Tianxin Church?
"Actually, I'm curious, why do you have to give this commission to me?"

Ling asked before asking for details of the mission.

"Oh, no, it doesn't have to be you, Mr. Lingge. It's just that you happen to meet all the requirements in my notes." Nevile answered like this, and Lingge couldn't help but show a helpless expression on his face: With the conditions you noted, there won't be a second person on the entire Yunjingkong Island, right?
"Okay, no more kidding."

The Countess smiled and told the real reason: "In fact, it's because, when Leticia reincarnated last time, you prayed for her using the words in the Goddess's Canon, right? But she didn't lose this memory after reincarnation, and still retained a vague impression. I originally thought that this was some kind of mysterious connection between the young royal power and the goddess of creation, so I suggested that Miss Saint Xia Liya tell her the teachings in the Canon, hoping to help Leticia regain her past memories. Unfortunately, no obvious results have been achieved so far, so I guess that the real special thing is not the goddess's teachings, but you, Mr. Ling."

"I?"

Linger frowned slightly: "Why?"

"To be honest, I also want to ask why, but there are many things in this world that are so unreasonable. It is meaningless to try to delve into it, Mr. Ling." The countess glanced at the young man and said meaningfully, "Perhaps there is something about you that attracts Leticia? Even if she reincarnates, she will not forget those words."

At this moment, a term suddenly emerged in Ling'er's mind: Golden Apple.

This thing was the most important reason that prompted him to embark on this journey, but after more than half a year, Ling Ge had forgotten about it, as if it had been erased from his life without him noticing. As for the origin of the golden apple, he only knew that it was a sacred object left by the goddess of creation in the human world, but what specific effects did it have? How should it be used? Why did the goddess leave it in the human world instead of keeping it in the Temple of Heaven? He didn't know the answers to all these questions.

It seems that it is necessary to go to Saint Shallia to ask for clarification.

Although, she may not know much information.

After making the decision, he skipped the topic and asked Nevile about the business: "In that case, please tell me the specific requirements of the task."

"Requests? Not much. All you need is for you to stay by Leticia's side for the next few days, and when the full moon appears and she begins her reincarnation, you can pray for her soul again." Nevile said, "Although it may not have any practical effect, at least it can give her some psychological comfort, which is enough. After all, she is just a child."

A child who has struggled for a long time in the world of death, memory and the unknown will not get used to the fear that death brings just because he gets used to it, nor will he lose the pain he felt at that time just because he loses his memory.

Just like Lingge said to Leticia last time, everyone needs someone to pray for him, no matter if he is a noble from a prominent family, a commoner working hard on the street, or a ragged beggar. Death is cruel, but also fair.

Lingge was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I understand. This is indeed very simple. The only question is, what reason should I have to stay with her? As far as I know, Leticia has always been resistant to contact with me. In this matter, I am afraid that even Metien cannot change her mind."

"That's what you need to consider." Nevi'er glanced at Ling Ge with a half-smile: "According to the client's request, you choose the way to solve the problem and give the client a satisfactory answer in the end. Isn't this what an adventurer is?"

No, no, no, I've never heard of such a profession. You wouldn't believe Alice's nonsense, would you?
Even the distinguished Countess played role-playing games with that guy, which made Ling Ge feel powerless. What should he do to stop the golden-haired maid from spreading the pollution? Could he just go along with the crowd?
Lingge, who didn't get any advice from her, could only think of a solution on his own. He said goodbye to the countess, then turned and left the low slope covered with withered yellow autumn grass, walked out of the forest, and prepared to discuss the task with the target in person. Maybe she would be willing to make concessions for the sake of her grandmother?

As for the countess, she left in the direction of the windmill tower. She wanted to find Yieta to discuss the construction of a tea garden. She believed that the kind and generous angel lady would not refuse.

As for how to obtain tea tree seeds or seedlings, she already had a plan in mind: Isn't there a new alchemist on Sky Island who claims that he can make anything for you as long as you pay enough money? In that case, it shouldn't be a problem for her to make some fast-growing tea trees? Although the premise is to pay enough money, when has the Countess ever been short of money? She just lacks a place to spend it.

As for why she asked Rorona to refine tea trees instead of directly refining finished tea leaves... I can only say that Lingge's suggestion aroused the Countess's interest, and she suddenly wanted to experience the complete process of tea leaves from growth, cultivation, harvesting to processing. She has been tasting tea for many years, but has never experienced this kind of play.

……

Lingge returned to the main road from the remote forest path and walked back along the thick wooden plank road, intending to return to the Fairy Sleep Inn to find Leticia, but by chance, he looked up inadvertently and saw the two-story building standing on the green grass. He subconsciously stopped and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face. He thought in a trance that he had returned to the past.

The sloping gable roof, tiles paved with long stone strips, the delicate porch that slightly projects outward, window panes and window frames that emit a faint scent of hibiscus, several pots of spider plants and wisteria hanging under the windowsills, the heavy curtains that are often drawn even during the day to create a solemn atmosphere, and the snow-white painted exterior walls...but without the familiar cracks, there are no traces of the past years.

It was this tiny difference that made the young man suddenly come to his senses and realize that he was not standing on that narrow street, facing a church that he had been extremely familiar with since he could remember. It was just a replica, standing here in a dignified manner, but it no longer had its original function. Now it was just...

"But the prince insisted on letting Cinderella give it a try. The father had no choice but to call Cinderella. She washed her face and hands first, then came over politely and curtseyed to the prince. The prince handed her the golden dancing shoes, which seemed to be made specifically for her, and she slipped into them right away. The prince walked over and looked at her face for a while, recognized that she was the girl who danced with him, and immediately said excitedly: She is the bride I am looking for!"

Through the window came a voice that was very familiar to Lingge, telling the fairy tale from the storybook, proving to the children who were ignorant of the world that there was still beauty and kindness in this world.

As Lingge listened, he became gradually absorbed in the conversation, but he also came back to his senses.

That’s right, it’s not Tianxin Church.

Now it's just a classroom.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)