Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 742: Is there anything that needs to be confirmed?
Today, the monks and nuns coming and going in the ceremony building found that the young man who always came to the church to visit Brother Mufasa seemed to have changed a little. The most intuitive place for this change was in his appearance: he was dressed quite formally today, wearing a plain black swallowtail coat with a blue-black velvet collar, a symmetrical triangular high lapel, a silver-grey bow tie, gold buttons, and decorative gold and silver edges on the collar and sleeves; he wore a white shirt with a small collar, paired with a pair of black tweed trousers and black leather boots with wing patterns, and a black high-brimmed hat on his head. The overall clothing style fit the young man's body shape while highlighting a serious and dignified temperament.

If he carried a cane, he would be no different from the well-dressed members of the House of Commons and the House of Lords. Unfortunately, the young people's hobbies in this regard seem to be inconsistent with the general public. When young people around 18 years old or old people around 80 years old are happy to carry a cane to show their calmness or seriousness, only he has no interest in this social trend, as if he does not think it is something worth pursuing.

Perhaps it was because of this that he stood out. Often, some people resisted being different, but it was this resistance that made them stand out and leave a deep impression. Saint Charity was sure that Linger had never thought of attracting attention, but the constant glances and faint discussions in the corridor seemed to prove that reality was always counterproductive. Not only those who were different had a rebellious mentality, but those who followed the crowd also had a rebellious mentality.

She lowered her voice and said to the young man next to her: "There are many nuns looking at you, Lingge."

"is it?"

Ling Ge was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "I haven't noticed it."

This was the truth, but for some reason, Saint Xia Liya seemed to be satisfied with this answer, and nodded with her eyebrows raised. Ling Ge saw her reaction and felt a little strange, but he didn't care too much, and turned to go up to the third floor, leaving behind a faint sigh.

The third floor is the office area for managers, so there are not so many irrelevant people wandering around, and it seems much quieter. Ling Ge and Saint Shalia walked all the way to Brother Mufasa's office, but just halfway there they met the person they were looking for - Sister Livia was holding a large pile of information and walking slowly in the corridor. From this angle, you can see her brilliant golden hair that cannot be covered by a black veil falling like a waterfall, shining brightly under the dim gas lamp.

The golden people of the sea-blue world are captivating with their elegant and noble posture.

Unexpectedly, he would meet her here. Lingge realized that this was a good opportunity, so he called out to the nun. The nun turned around and saw the young man's clothes. A look of surprise appeared on her face: "Mr. Lingge, Miss Saint Xia Liya, good evening... Mr. Lingge, excuse me for asking, why are you dressed like this..."

"Oh." The young man replied simply, "I was planning to go to a party."

"I see." Although she was still confused and wanted to ask him what kind of party he was going to attend, and how a newcomer like him could get in touch with a high-society party, Sister Livia was an educated person after all, so she didn't ask him about it. She just politely said, "Lenwitting's nightlife is indeed very rich. I hope you can have a good time tonight, Mr. Ling."

It may not be pleasant, but it is definitely tense and exciting.

Linger nodded and said, "Thank you."

Then he turned the topic to business: "By the way, I need your help with something. Are you free now, Miss Livia? I think this is a quick process and won't take you too long."

"I'm happy to." Although she was holding a large stack of information and seemed to have her own things to do, since Lingge said so, Sister Livia nodded and agreed, and made a joke by the way: "However, if you want me to be your companion and accompany you to the party, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you. After all, I am a clergyman, and it is not appropriate for me to attend such occasions. Besides, I think Miss Saint Xia Liya should be more suitable than me." "Huh?" Saint Xia Liya didn't expect her to say that. She was obviously stunned for a moment. After she came to her senses, she stammered: "No, that, well, I'm not Lingge's companion, there are other people accompanying him to the party..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and he seemed to have no confidence. Seeing this, Sister Livia could not help but look at the young man with a complaint: "You actually chose someone else as your female companion? It seems that you are not only a little philandering, but also very slow, Mr. Ling."

Lingge ignored her words and took out a silver card from the pocket of his dress. He handed it to Sister Livia and said, "What I need your help with is very simple. I just want you to touch this card. Don't worry, this is not some strange relic and it won't have any effect on you."

When he said that, Sister Livia could naturally tell. After all, she was the chief of the Battle Sisters and was once called the Son of God. It was very easy for her to distinguish whether an item had a magical aura. The sister was just a little surprised and didn't quite understand the meaning of doing this. But since she had already promised Ling Ge, she would not go back on her word. So she nodded slightly and stretched out her left hand to take the cassette. Her fingers subconsciously rubbed the cold silver surface. It felt like metal, but it didn't seem to be gold, silver, copper or iron. Could it be some rare magical metal? For example, Orichalcum or Mithril?
Lingge and Saint Xia Liya stared at the cassette intently, as if expecting to see some unexpected changes, but after two or three seconds, the cassette was still silent, and the cold and familiar mechanical female voice did not sound, proving that Sister Livia was not the next young queen they were looking for.

Lingge sighed inwardly - or maybe he was relieved. Either explanation worked. He took the cassette away from Sister Livia, who looked bewildered, and nodded slightly: "That's all, Miss Livia, thank you for your help."

"Oh, no, I guess it would be nice if I could actually be of any help."

Sister Livia said this because she had no idea what the brief touch just now meant. In the eyes of the nun, she had only done a trivial thing.

"Naturally there is."

Ling Ge said, and then wanted to leave. Anyway, the goal had been achieved, and there was no need to stay any longer. His companions were still waiting for him in the back alley. But before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and paused: "Speaking of which, I have another question to ask you. As a citizen born and raised in the Seven Stars Pan area, I think no one else can give me this answer except you, Miss Livia."

"Please ask," Sister Livia said immediately, and quoted a motto of Saint Philip from the canon of the Spiritual Prayer Society: "I will tell you everything I know."

"Then I would like to ask, do you know that there is a Sherlock Holmes and Watson detective agency at 22B Baker Street in the Seven Stars District? Its owner is a detective named Gloria Rispert?"

……

A few minutes later, Lingge and Saint Xia Liya hurriedly left the ceremony building and headed for the back alley.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)