Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 710: Have the Urban Management Officers Come?
A few minutes later, Sister Livia came out of the post office with a tired expression on her face. Olvera hurriedly went up to her and asked anxiously, "How is it, Miss Livia? Did you send it successfully?"

"Yes, it has been sent." Livia nodded, and then said hesitantly: "But, is there really no problem filling in the sender's address like this?"

According to Olvera's request, she filled in "No. 13, Sherrel Street, Rostin, Great Britta Kingdom" in the return address column, which is actually the address of the Fairy Sleep Inn. If Olvera's work passes the review of the Northern Order Publishing House in the future, or is rejected because it fails, then both the letter of intent for publishing cooperation and the rejection letter will eventually be sent back to this address. As everyone knows, there is no No. 13, Sherrel Street in Rostin, and the publisher's letter may be forced to be returned because it cannot be delivered.

"It's ok!"

The princess said confidently: "Every time I arrive in a city, I will send a letter to the publishing house to inquire about the situation. If they decide to publish my novel, I will agree immediately!"

She didn't seem to have considered the possibility of rejection.

"Well, okay then."

Seeing that she seemed to have her own ideas, Sister Livia stopped talking and turned to look at the other guests: "Then next, it's time to go to the Garden Market and the Convenience Market to buy the herbs that Miss Medien and Miss Lorena need. In the middle, we will pass by the Centennial War Monument. You can stop and enjoy Marshal Napoleon's speech!"

Her words were full of respect for the marshal - in fact, the people of Great Brittany who had a little knowledge of the modern history of the Western Continent generally expressed similar feelings when they mentioned the deeds of Marshal Napoleon. If that great man had not appeared out of nowhere and turned the tide, perhaps the Kingdom of Brittany would have perished long ago, there would be no Second Kingdom of Brittany, and there would be no Great Brittany today.

In all types of schools in the country - whether they are national schools jointly run by religious orders, Sunday schools run by other churches such as the Spiritual Prayer Society, or public schools run by the government to promote compulsory education, only the history of the Hundred Years' War period is a required subject, and it will continue from their primary school years to university years, with the content gradually becoming more in-depth and the topics becoming more grand.

"Metien was kidnapped." A little bat followed quietly, poking the nun's back countless times with resentful eyes.

Rorona watched this scene with a smile, then turned around to look at Olvera, who was still imagining that her novel would be published, sweeping the entire Great Brittany Kingdom and even the entire Western Continent, and that she would become a famous author as she wished, busy signing autographs and shaking hands with readers all day long. As she thought about it, she laughed out loud, and a mischievous smile flashed in her eyes. She pushed her wheelchair and quietly came to the side of the princess, then raised her body, put her mouth close to her ear, and blew gently: "Hu~~~"

"Well, just leave it to me without worry. I know a lot of shortcuts!" Sister Livia, who had only been called "Big Sister", "Miss" or "Sister" in her life, was overjoyed when she heard such a cute pink-haired little girl calling her sister in a sweet voice. She patted her chest and promised without saying a word, then took Medien's hand and happily walked towards the Hundred Years' War Monument.

“Wow!” The princess felt a tingling sensation from her ears to her head. Her body trembled. She screamed and quickly distanced herself from the culprit. Her alert eyes, slightly pursed lips and puffed cheeks made her look like a little squirrel whose acorns had been stolen. “What are you doing, Lorena?”

"Haha, what a great relationship."

I just don't know what kind of expression Sister Livia would have when she found out that the hero in her mind was actually a member of the Witch Society. It must have been very complicated, right?
When Metien thought of this, her smile became a little awkward: "Okay, okay, then I'll ask you to lead the way, Sister Livia!"

"Nothing." Rorona, who was also a princess, blinked innocently, "I just saw you were daydreaming, so I tried to wake you up."

I was really in a daze just now. When she thought of this, Avra ​​felt a little discouraged, but she did not admit defeat: "Even if this is the case, there is no need to use this method. It's just like Alice!"

In her simple mind, "like Alice" was a great insult and the most vicious curse. She even regretted it after saying it: Although Lorena did do that weird thing, she shouldn't have scolded her so harshly, right? Would she be very angry? Oh, it's all Alice's fault!

However, instead of getting angry, Rorona gladly accepted the compliment and said with a smile, "I understand. Next time I will try to be gentler, just like Alice." She deliberately emphasized the word "gentle". Olvera couldn't help but feel depressed: What was so gentle about Alice? Or was it that she didn't have a deep understanding of the culture of the mirror elves? In the language of the mirror elves, the words "gentle" and "vicious" were used in reverse?
"Okay, don't think too much, Olvera. Everyone has left, so it's time for us to leave too." Relying on the fact that there were no pedestrians around, Lorena lay down on the wheelchair in a very lazy manner without any scruples, and knocked on the steel armrests by the way: "Also, can you help me push the wheelchair?"

"Why?" Avella tilted her head: "Can't you push it yourself?"

"Oh, I'm a little tired, I want to be lazy."

"This..." Even the reason is exactly the same as Alice's.

"If you come and help me promote it, I'll give you a book."

"Tsk." The princess did not comment. She had all kinds of books. All the knowledge in the world, known and unknown to mankind, was displayed in her big library.

"It's not an ordinary book, it's an alchemical tool."

"Eh?"

"Aren't you writing a novel? I can give you a book that will never run out of pages no matter how much you write. No matter how many pages you write, as long as you tear off the used pages, the same number will be automatically replenished the next day. How about it, isn't it magical?" Rolena paused and suddenly stretched: "Oh, after resting for a while, I'm not very tired anymore. What's going on..."

"I, I'm here to help you, don't move!"

Olvera rushed over and held onto Rosa's wheelchair, looking nervous, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it from her.

The corners of Rorona's mouth curled up slightly, and she said slowly, "Then let's catch up with them. We must not let them leave us behind."

"kindness!"

Olvera pushed the wheelchair forward carefully, and asked Rorona about the magical book in a roundabout way, such as "Can it really add new pages infinitely?", "When can I get it?", and "Have you already made a finished product? Otherwise, how can you know its effect?" Rorona patiently answered the other questions, but she only responded with a sly smile to the last question, leaving Olvera confused and confused.

After pushing the wheelchair forward for a few minutes, they were about to catch up with them. At this moment, Sister Livia, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. The next moment, she turned around without hesitation, holding Medien's left hand and Leticia's right hand. Medien had a samaritan on her head, and she hurried back.

Just as Olvera was wondering what was going on, Sister Livia, who had returned, shouted at the two of them, "Run, run!"

"The urban management is here!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)