Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 725 Is the first day over?
When we left Miss Gloria's detective agency, it was almost dark. Of course, it might be because the environment of Blackwater Alley was dark. Alice seemed to want to hang out for a while longer, but Lingge and Saint Chariah were not interested. So after a two-to-one vote, the three decided to return to the church.

The most discussed topic along the way was naturally the detective girl with gray hair, gray eyes and a mysterious origin.

"Do you think she's trustworthy?"

Saint Shallia asked this most core question, her tone not without worry. After all, they were now in the headquarters of the Order, and any rash action could lead to fatal consequences, not to mention that Miss Gloria had made such a radical request for cooperation, sneaking directly into the villa of a philosopher of the Order to steal confidential research data. If they succeeded, it would be ok, but if they were exposed, I'm afraid there would be no place for them to hide in the entire city of Lunweiting, right?

Of course, Alice never cared about these little things.

"It doesn't matter." She played with the cassette in her hand, humming and moaning, "I only care about her identity. She's a detective, but she looks suspicious, and she even refused to touch my cassette! Damn it! If she had just touched it, we would have been able to determine whether she was the young Wang Quan. Now we have to spend more effort. It's so troublesome!"

Ai-chan, I hate this kind of trouble the most.

"I can't say."

Linger's attitude was more conservative. "There are too many suspicious things about her. It is precisely because there are loopholes everywhere that people can't figure her out. Even if we don't target her identity and the proposal for cooperation, her source of information alone is very suspicious. The Thirteen Hermits fought against the Witch Society for hundreds of years to obtain intelligence, but she was able to get it so easily. Could it be that her power alone can rival the magicians of the Thirteen Hermits?"

"Oh, what's there to doubt? Didn't she explain it herself?" Ai-chan said carelessly, "She risked her life to sneak into the Witch Society and get this information. How can you say it was easy? It's obviously not easy at all."

"That's the problem. Difficulty is a relative concept. Compared to the risk she took, the intelligence she gained was too valuable to give people a sense of unreality: if even an unknown detective like Jiulun could sneak into the Witch Society to spy on intelligence, then its interior should have been leaky. How could it have been hidden behind the scenes without being discovered? In comparison, the Thirteen Hermits Society has become even more of a joke. I heard that their leader Solomon was a defected member of the society. Could it be that even his understanding of the Witch Society is not as good as that of Miss Gloria?"

If this is the case, we might as well change the name of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" to "The Adventures of Gloria". It is said that after this novel became popular in the West, some picky critics pointed out that a master of reasoning like the great detective, who has sharp intuition, meticulous observation, strict logic, and the ability to keep calm thinking at all times and in all places, does not exist in reality. The author exaggerated his character too much, which gave people a sense of unreality and deserves a deduction.

But now, isn’t there a real-life example right in front of us?

Alice scratched her hair. "This question is very simple. Can't you see that Gloria is not an ordinary detective?"

"Oh?"

Not only Ling Ge, but even Saint Charlia cast an interested look, wanting to hear what Alice had to say. Then, the golden-haired maid said in a matter-of-fact tone, "She is a fanatical fan of the great detective Sherlock Holmes... and she is accompanied by a peanut assistant. This combination is just like Naruhodō in the gaming world and Giddens in the comics world. How terrifying and domineering they are! How can the Witch Society and the Thirteen Hermits stop them!"

"..." We were too naive to expect this guy to say something valuable.

Linger and Saint Chariah thought of the same thing at the same time, and then tacitly ignored the nonsense of the golden-haired maid and turned to discuss the party of Professor Heinrich Schliemann. If what Gloria said was true, then this party would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and perhaps it would help them gain a deeper understanding of the so-called "Eden Project".

But if not handled properly, it could turn into a deadly trap.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Alice yelled unhappily, “Why are you ignoring me again? It’s always like this, it’s always you two whispering. Am I not a part of this family? Let me join in, otherwise, I’ll tell Yieta and Ovira. Xiaoxia, you’d better think it over carefully. If your dear sisters know that you are secretly trying to improve your favorability…uh, uh! I was wrong, I didn’t say anything. Don’t look at me like that, Xiaoxia! Also, can you please stop laughing? To be honest, it’s a bit scary!”

All I can say is that some people only remember to eat and not to be beaten.

……

It was dusk when we returned to St. Annville Cross Church. Linger's group was the last to return. The Countess Nevill, who was acting alone, returned to the church two hours ago. It seemed that after a round in the harbor area, she did not see any of her friends. One of her friends' nests was even occupied by several sneaky mud monsters. After the Countess asked in a friendly manner (correctly), she learned that the Night Watch had launched a cleanup operation against the harbor area half a year ago. It was said that more than 90% of the aliens were wiped out, and the remaining less than 10% of the survivors swam across the estuary of the Tywell River overnight and never appeared again.

Therefore, the Countess's friends were probably either dead or escaped. In short, they did not have a good ending.

Although this incident was purely the fault of the night watchman, Nevile still sighed about the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of time, and sincerely remembered those friends who were either dead or disabled for a few minutes, and then returned to the church. Because there was nothing else to do, she also listened to a sermon in the cathedral, which scared the black-robed monk on the altar - it was not that the other party was not strong enough, but the deterrent power of the demigod blood clan was too strong, especially when the blood clan asked you with a smile what the first sentence of the seventh paragraph of the third chapter of the Lord's Prayer meant.

If you can’t say it, then die…Is that probably what it feels like?
Fortunately, Metien and others returned in time and rescued the innocent black monk. Leticia boasted to her grandmother about what she had seen today, emphasizing the prosperity of the streets and markets, but only mentioned the underground sanctuary ruins in passing. The little bat did not think it was an important matter. Sister Livia, who had accompanied the guests to stroll the streets for half a day, said goodbye to the guests as soon as she returned to the church, and then left in a hurry, probably to report the situation related to the ruins to Brother Mufasa.

Then came the return of Lingge and the other two. When they came back, old man Pancras had just finished talking with Brother Mufasa and reunited with them. The young man did not reveal what he had done, and the old man did not ask, but only asked whether they wanted to stay at St. Annville Cross Church for the night or return to the Evangelical Convent. Considering that there was a lot of information that needed to be shared and exchanged with the companions who stayed behind, Lingge naturally chose the latter. So, after a simple farewell to Brother Mufasa, the group still set out on the return journey from the underground secret passage they came from.

The reason why he didn't say goodbye to Sister Livia was that she was not in Brother Mufasa's office. It seemed that after parting with Metien and others, she did not come to the ceremony building, but went to other places. As for where she went, both Brother Mufasa and old man Pancras said they didn't know. Although Lingge noticed that their expressions seemed strange, he didn't ask. After all, this was an internal matter of the church, and it was not his turn as an outsider to talk too much.

Thus, the first day of the travelers from foreign lands in Lunwitin came to an end.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)