Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 695 Would You Be Willing to Help?
The next morning, the strangers woke up to the sound of a distant and empty bell. The first rays of sunlight from the Three Mountains shone through the narrow and tall stone windows onto their faces, making them feel so warm that they wanted to take a nap. Alice thought so and did so. When Metien knocked on the door and called her to get up, she was still dawdling in bed. Through the crack in the door came her vague voice: "Let me sleep for another five minutes... just fine..."

"Ugh."

Metien sighed, because she knew that the next time she saw Sister Alice, it might be five hours later. This was certainly not because the latter had mastered some kind of magic that distorted time and space like the steam engine god Alexander, but simply because she stayed up very late last night.

But in this respect, I seem to be the same.

It was the first time for her to go to bed so late, and the reason for staying up late was that she had a quarrel with Lingge.

Thinking of what happened last night, the pink-haired girl sighed again, feeling that she was not mature enough, so she said such childish words. Lingge must have been angry, right?

I don't know when Lingge went to bed. Although he seemed to have gone out with Sister Aoweila to relax, it shouldn't be very late, right? After all, Lingge is a very self-disciplined person. Except for the days of the Seven Days Ceremony, he has never stayed up late.

"Metien, why are you sighing all the time?"

When the pink-haired girl was lost in thought, a familiar voice came from behind her. She subconsciously looked up and found that the person standing there was actually the sister Avella she had just been thinking about. Although she didn't know why, she walked over from the direction of the living room. Didn't she sleep all night last night? That shouldn't be possible.

Metien greeted happily: "Ah, Sister Olvera, good morning!"

"Good morning, Metien." A trace of fatigue still remained between Olvera's eyebrows. She raised her hand and yawned, muttering: "So why did you sigh just now? Are you worried about something?"

"Nothing, really nothing!" The princess came back to her senses and waved her hands in panic: "Anyway, just don't let your imagination run wild! Also, don't tell Sister Saint Shalia about this, okay?"

The last words were spoken in a low voice, as if to herself, so Metien did not hear them: "What did you say, Sister Olvera?"

When talking about what happened last night, for some reason, two suspicious blushes appeared on the princess's cheeks, and her eyes drifted to the side unnaturally, wandering. She didn't dare to look at Metien: "Well, we didn't talk about anything, just some very normal topics, really normal, don't think too much! As for sleeping, of course I slept well. I even asked him if he wanted to borrow my shoulder, but he refused. What a cold guy..."

Besides, why can’t I tell Sister Xiaoxia?

I'm not having any random thoughts.

"Well..."

Metien tilted his head, his little head filled with great confusion.

"Ah, no, no worries, I just thought about Lingge. By the way!" At this point, Metien couldn't help asking: "Sister Olvera, did Lingge accompany you out to relax last night? What did you talk about? Did he go back to bed early?"

However, Avella actually did a lot of strange things, perhaps second only to Alice in the entire Whale Island, so the pink-haired girl didn't take it to heart. After turning her head left and right, she subconsciously lowered her voice: "Then do you know where Lingge is now, Sister Avella?"

"Oh, he got up very early. After breakfast, he seemed to go out with Sister Saint Shalia. He probably went to see Mr. Pancras."

"Is that so?" Medien was immediately relieved, but somehow, a little disappointed.

All in all, I have mixed feelings.

……

While Metien and Ovira were having a lively conversation in the corridor, Lingge and Saint Charity were in the atrium garden of the church, watching old man Pancras watering the colorful flowers in the flower bed. The water pouring from the watering can sparkled in the sunlight, and even the star roses clinging to the stone bricks and carved iron fences of the flower bed were well moisturized. The leaves on the green ivy were tender and every tiny leaf vein was clearly visible.

The old man has one hand behind his back and holds a kettle in the other. Although his back is a little hunched, it is very natural. In the sunlight and swaying grass leaves, he seems to blend into the lush scene of the garden, forming a harmonious picture that makes people reluctant to disturb him.

Therefore, Lingge and Saint Xia Liya did not speak, but waited silently until a few minutes passed. The old man noticed that someone seemed to be watching him from behind, so he turned around and looked. A surprised expression appeared on his ugly but not scary face: "Mr. Lingge, Miss Saint Xia Liya, when did you two come? I'm sorry, I'm old and my senses are much duller. I didn't notice you were here. It's really rude."

He seemed to want to put down the watering can and bow to the two of them to express his apology, but Linger quickly stopped him: "Don't worry about us, just continue doing your work, Lord Pancras. We were the first to be rude by coming here without asking, I hope you don't mind."

"hehe."

Old man Pancras smiled gently, and then continued to water the plants in the flowerbed while chatting with the two guests: "You two came to see me so early, you must have something to tell me. Please don't worry, just speak frankly. If I can help, I will do my best."

If someone else said this to someone they just met, it would definitely sound polite, but when the old man said it, it naturally carried a sense of sincerity and genuineness. Ling Ge and Saint Xia Liya looked at each other, communicating with their eyes instead of words, and finally decided that the young man should speak and explain his purpose.

"In fact, we have an important matter that we need to deal with in the city of Renwitin. But for some reason, our group is being closely watched by the people of the united cult. As you know, their power is everywhere in the city of Renwitin. If we enter openly, I am afraid we will only be exposed to the eyes and ears of the night watchers. So I would like to ask you if there is any secret and safe channel that can help us enter Renwitin without being discovered by the people of the united cult? I think at this time, I am afraid that only the wisdom of the elders can help us lost young people."

Ling stated his purpose in a clear and logical manner, his tone was polite yet sincere. Of course, some parts of his words were embellished, but they were also very normal words.

The reason why they chose to seek help from old man Pancras was, of course, as Ling said, they wanted to draw on the wisdom of the elders, but more probably they wanted to draw on the power of the Spiritual Prayer Society. After all, the old man was once the bell ringer of St. Annville Cross Church, and he had a deep connection with the Spiritual Prayer Society. The Spiritual Prayer Society had been rooted in the land of Runkwell for many years, and even though it was expelled by the "Religious Decree", it still had a wide range of influence.

Even Rochelle could gather the believers, power of faith and other ritual supplies needed for the summoning ceremony in the city of Nimsher with the help of the Holy Spring Monastery, let alone the Spirit Prayer Society, which is the source of animism?
The oldest religion in Lunkwell is more than just a nice name.

The only question is, will the old man agree to do this favor?

The risk of helping is not small. If Lingge and others are not careful enough in their actions in the city of Lunweiting and expose their tracks, it may implicate the Evangelical Convent and make the church pay attention to this alien shelter hidden in the Three Mountains. Then the thousands of alien residents living here will face a threat to their survival.

Although the old man was kind and gentle, it seemed a pipe dream to expect him to ignore the safety of the Gospel Convent for the sake of a few outsiders.

So Lingge didn't actually hold out much hope, he just asked with the mentality of giving it a try, but what he didn't expect was that after thinking for a while, old man Pancras actually nodded: "Although this matter is a bit difficult, it is not completely impossible."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)