Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 699 Have we arrived at our destination?

The group walked in silence in the underground corridor. Perhaps due to the environment, no one was in the mood to speak, except for old man Pancras who occasionally turned back and briefly described the history of a half-broken wall or an empty room they passed by. The only noise was the startled sound made by Shamyne when he saw the shadow of a mouse flashing in the dark.

This underground passage was buried too deep, and the few ventilation holes were not enough to completely refresh the turbid air inside. Therefore, it was impossible to insert a torch at intervals like the previous spiral staircase to provide precious light with a blazing flame. Here, the only source of light was the candlestick in the hands of old man Pancras. The deteriorated beeswax gradually melted on the copper base, and the cold-toned flames swayed. The shadowy firelight could only cover a radius of several meters, while other places were still shrouded in darkness thicker than fog.

This kind of environment is just a little uncomfortable for ordinary people, and the timid may feel creepy, but for Olvera, it is a replay of memories. She seemed to be back in the cold and damp castle, walking in the empty and silent corridors, mistaking every shadow under the wall, behind the rock wall, and on the ceiling as a vicious shadow beast that was spying on her, ready to attack and devour her.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable. The princess subconsciously hugged the little package in her arms tightly, and then silently moved a few steps towards Lingge, trying to make herself feel more secure. At this moment, she suddenly regretted why she didn't take the lantern her father gave her with her.

She used to carry it with her all the time and would panic if it was out of her sight, but now, the princess has become accustomed to keeping it in her room because she always feels that she will never have the chance to use it again. As a result, she often regrets it when she needs it.

Fortunately, after experiencing the trial of the dark castle, the princess has become brave enough and strong enough. This does not mean that she is no longer afraid of the dark. In fact, she is still very afraid, but she can muster up the courage to face it and will never complain because she does not want her companions to worry about her.

Maybe this is the meaning of growing up?

After knowing my growth, my father and mother will be very happy, my teacher will be very happy, and Lingge will be happy too... Will Lingge be happy? No one has ever seen him happy. But he is indeed very close to me, his breath is beside me, his breathing seems to be ringing in my ears, and his mere presence there will make people feel extremely at ease.

Just like, last night...

If I submit an article, will the editor agree to publish such a plot?
Do readers like it?
……

The seemingly similar plots actually express different emotions. Some authors prefer to describe the scenery, some authors prefer to describe the characters, and some authors even rely on dialogues to complete the description of actions and psychology. These subtle differences are the emotional differences. In a wonderful way, Olivia first experienced the theories proposed by literary masters of all ages when summarizing their creative experience.

If, I mean if, you want to write this plot in the book, how should you write it?

With her mind full of thoughts and her steps moving on instinct, Olvera gradually forgot the environment she was in. She tried hard to recall whether there were similar plots in every novel she had read in her life that she could learn from, but the results of the search were often disappointing. It was not that there were no similar plots, but that the plots she could think of seemed to be useless.

As soon as she thought of this, the scene at that time automatically emerged in her mind. The girl felt her cheeks were a little hot, burning. The feeling of fear of the dark had long disappeared, replaced by a more subtle mood, so subtle that even she herself could not explain why she suddenly remembered what happened last night at this time? Obviously, there was no connection between the two.

How should I describe the scene at that time?

If you want to accurately describe your appearance and mood at that time, maybe you should ask the person involved?
Once she thought of this, Ovella's thoughts expanded uncontrollably. She had long forgotten what she had originally thought of, and just wanted to put it into practice as soon as possible. So she quietly raised her head and shook it slightly left and right. After confirming that no one was paying attention to her, she furtively and hesitantly cast her eyes towards the young man walking in front of her. At this time, he was staring at the front intently. From this angle, she could only see his profile, which was hazy in the firelight. He had a very calm expression, his eyebrows were always slightly wrinkled, and his lips were a little thin.

And a pair of golden eyes.

Eh, golden eyes?
Olvera was not mistaken. Those were a pair of golden eyes as clear as a lamb and bright as a cat, looking through the young man's profile and fixed on her own face. Olvera also had golden eyes, but unlike the scattered starlight in her eyes, the light in those eyes was purer and more concentrated, like a piece of amber that had been sealed for many years and reappeared in the sun, with a mysterious beauty. Of course, in Olvera's opinion, it should be a sense of oppression.

"Uh, ah...ha, haha."

For some reason, being stared at by these eyes, Avella always felt like she was caught doing something bad, embarrassed and guilty. She laughed dryly twice, then turned her head away stiffly, pretending nothing had happened.

On the other side, a certain shepherdess silently withdrew her gaze.

In fact, she was just concerned about whether her sister was afraid of the dark.

Do you believe it?
……

"kindness?"

Lingge frowned slightly, realizing that something seemed to be wrong.

The main thing that was wrong was that the turbid air in the corridor gradually became humid, and traces of water flowing appeared in some places on the originally dry brick walls and stone roads. In the dry waterway, the rocks that had become hardened and cracked due to long-term lack of water also disappeared, and were replaced by dark but moist soil. In addition, something big but very strange happened: when Alice walked past a drain, she was suddenly hit on the neck by drops of water dripping from the ceiling. She was so scared that she screamed on the spot, which perked up everyone who had been busy walking for a long time and seemed a little tired.

I believe that any normal humanoid creature with a higher intelligence level than Shaymi can guess what these signs mean.

Sure enough, after walking a little further, although the waterway beside was still dry, everyone could hear the sound of water flowing. Just as they cast doubtful eyes at the old man Pancras who was walking in the front, the old man had already made a gesture to them, indicating that the guests should follow him closely and not fall behind. Then, holding the candlestick in one hand and the wall with the other, he groped forward in the weak firelight, and his figure was gradually swallowed by the ground - this was a downward staircase, about thirty steps, leading everyone to a deeper underground.

At this time, there was still a corridor in front of them, but it was wider. The previous corridor was large enough for three or four people to walk side by side, while this corridor was large enough for three or four carriages to walk side by side. From here, the walls were lit with torches, and the bright firelight illuminated every detail of the ancient brick walls and stone slabs; the scattered gravel, bricks and earth piles were cleaned up, and the broken wall roots were pushed down and compacted, leaving only a dry trace; even the torn cracks in the rocks and the cracked bricks on the ceiling were filled tightly with mud, clay and oilcloth, safe and solid enough to support another hundred years without collapsing.

There was a wooden board at the entrance of the stairs with the words "Ferry Station" written on it in Large Breton: Please call before crossing the river. Do not go into the water without permission, as you will be responsible for the consequences.

Well, next to it is a wider waterway with water in it. The water is flowing, neither fast nor slow, making a gurgling sound. The splashing waves occasionally hit the paving stones, leaving faint wet marks.

So, this is an underground river.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)