Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 722: Need to consider it?

Detective's intuition? It sounds like the intuition of a genius player, both of which are unreliable.

The young man remained noncommittal. Although Gloria did choose the most suitable partner in terms of the result, Linger would rather believe that she had an unknown intelligence network at work than believe such an absurd reason. Although when he thought so, he completely forgot that the favor magic of the [Priest] path was "premonition", and he had relied on this premonition to avoid countless risks so far.

After all, perhaps he never had a real sense of his identity as a magician, and preferred to look at the many incredible things in mysticism from a probability perspective. He was a complete rationalist.

Rationalists will not make judgments based on their momentary feelings, so Lingge did not think Miss Gloria's words made sense, and agreed to cooperate immediately. Although Alice kept winking at him to try to persuade him to agree, the young man still gave a vague answer: "I need to go back and discuss this matter with other companions. Please give us some time to think about it before giving us a reply."

"It's a very reasonable request. I have no reason to refuse."

Gloria smiled gently. "I just hope that you can give me an answer within three days. After all, time is limited. If you decide to attend this party, you must make full preparations in advance so as not to be exposed by details such as words, behavior, or dress etiquette. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Ling?"

"I understand."

Ling nodded in agreement, because he thought of Alice: If Alice were allowed to attend the party disguised as a guest, she would probably be exposed before she even entered the door. She might even be asked loudly by the guards where she stole the invitation and then be taken away on the spot.

Therefore, a person's temperament is very important and often determines your future and destiny.

"Oh?"

“Uh.” Saint Xia Liya, who was a step slower and didn’t have time to stop her, looked a little embarrassed and whispered, “I don’t have anything to say, Alice, the questions Lingge asked are the questions I wanted to ask, so…”

"Okay." Alice readily accepted Saint Shallia's correction: "I strongly request that my role be returned to me!"

"Then I will wait patiently, even though waiting doesn't feel good." Gloria bowed her head slightly and touched her chest. "When you decide to give me an answer, whether you agree or refuse, you can find me here. 22B Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes and Watson Detective Agency. There is only one in Old London. I believe you will not make a mistake, Mr. Ling."

Taking back what he said before, Lingge now believes that there is such a thing as "the intuition of a genius player".

"No." He replied casually, and then his eyes fell on the smiling but silent detective: "Today is June 12th. I will give you an answer before the 15th at the latest."

"Hey!" Alice stared at Linge unhappily: "I feel like you're thinking of something very rude?"

The topic was obviously over at this point. When the young man was about to say goodbye to her, Alice jumped out again and shouted, "Wait, wait, wait! This is not fair. Ling Ge has been talking all the time. Saint Xia Liya and I haven't talked much. Why is he leaving? I don't accept it. There must be something fishy going on. I strongly demand that our roles be returned!"

Miss Gloria showed an interested expression: "I wonder what Miss Alice wants to talk to me about? Whether it's the details of cooperation or detective skills, I will definitely tell you everything. Of course, if you want to discuss with me about the great detective's new work "The Hound of the Baskervilles", I'm also very welcome to do so."

She enjoyed watching the fun, while Lingge could only hold his forehead in silence. It was not a one-day or two-day thing for Alice to jump out and show his presence for no reason. If he stopped her forcibly, it would probably only arouse this guy's rebellious psychology, so he did not stop her.

Anyway, it was just a few words. It was probably because the golden-haired maid coveted Alice's beauty and asked about her height, weight, age, hobbies, measurements and other personal information under the pretext of sexual harassment. However, the kingdom's laws have not yet made clear judgments on such situations, so she can only be condemned morally. However, this time, Lingge really misunderstood Alice.

"It's not such a superficial thing!"

The golden-haired maid waved her hand with great momentum, and it was unknown whether the "superficial" she mentioned referred to the discussion about the new work of the great detective, or the dark speculation about Lingge. In order to prove herself, she stood up from the chair and made a strange and weird posture on the spot, which made Lingge speechless again, Saint Charia sighed helplessly, and the detective lady clapped her hands, as if she was watching a circus performance... In short, after pretending to be mysterious for a while, her left hand took out a long cassette from somewhere and slapped it on the table with a "snap".

The golden-haired maid supported her body weight with her other hand, leaning forward, almost touching Miss Gloria's face, staring at her with a pair of sparkling ruby ​​eyes, revealing undisguised desire. Although this may sound like a description of a villain, her performance is indeed questionable: "What I want to tell you is very simple, that is, I hope you can use your fingers to gently touch this cassette!"

Oh, this, I'm shocked, it turns out it's not sexual harassment, but they are talking about serious business?
Lingge looked at her with surprise, as if he had just met Alice for the first time, while Saint Xia Liya's expression was more like an old mother's satisfaction at seeing her own child finally grow up and become sensible.

The detective girl's strangeness is naturally obvious to everyone, and the timing and location of her appearance are so subtle, so it is normal to associate her with the girl's royal power. But if the person doing this is Alice, then it is not normal.

Alice didn't have time to pay attention to the feelings of her two companions. She continued to stare at Gloria. Her condescending gaze seemed very imposing and oppressive: "Come on, touch the cassette, Gloria! Don't worry, just one touch will be enough. It will be absolutely easy and efficient, without leaving any marks or pain, okay?"

Is this the small advertisement posted on the gas lamp on the roadside?
In response to such a suspicious invitation, Miss Gloria smiled sweetly: "I'm sorry to decline."

"Eh!?" Alice was disappointed. "Why?"

"I naturally believe that Miss Alice has no ill intentions, but my detective intuition tells me that it is best not to touch things that I don't know easily. Even if I want to touch them, it shouldn't be now, because the development of all plots follows logical and rational reasoning. Don't worry, Miss Alice, when the time comes, your doubts will naturally be resolved."

The detective girl's words were full of hidden meanings - or rather, the hidden meanings were already clearly stated, but Alice didn't notice it because she was disappointed, very disappointed, more disappointed than if she had lost a game. She put the cassette away muttering to herself, and words like "stingy", "unsociable", and "I won't play with you anymore" kept popping out of her mouth, like an immature child who had developed prematurely.

Gloria tapped her pipe and smiled without saying anything, and Mr. Peanut had no objection.

After that, they followed the normal procedure. Lingge and the other two said goodbye to the detective girl and left this suspicious office. The latter accompanied them to the door until they saw the backs of the guests disappear in the hazy mist at the end of the street, then she retracted her gaze and gently closed the old door.

"I have done everything I can, and I hope it's not too late."

With her back against the door, she looked up at the bleak ceiling. The gray in the girl's eyes gradually formed a shadow that could not be dispelled. "I can still hold on for a while, right? At least I have to hold on until they agree. Next time my luck won't be so good. Don't throw me into some weird organization again. It's really unbearable. Well, no matter how much you laugh at me for being weak, it's useless. The gap in strength is too great. It's already great that I can do this. You should also understand my difficulties occasionally..."

She was mumbling something, as if she was talking to someone, but the corridor was clearly empty, with only dust growing sour and moldy in the corner.

The sound of talking to oneself lasted for a long time before gradually disappearing, and the whole house, or the whole street, returned to silence.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)