Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 752 Is it time to take action?
North Roald subway station platform, the ruins of the Star Sanctuary, in front of the secret passage leading to the city of Guardes.

Red monk Mufasa was telling Sister Livia the final instructions for this operation: "...My brothers and sisters in the Demon Sealing Department and I will delay time for you and attract the attention of the garrison. You must seize the right opportunity to enter the All Saints Gospel Monastery and retrieve the original manuscript left by the saint. This is your mission, and it is something only you can do, Sister Livia. Each of us is willing to entrust our trust to you, and please be firm in your beliefs and don't let us down."

The red monk, who looked fierce but was delicate in heart, seemed to have seen Sister Livia's uneasiness, so he said this. He knew how important tonight's action was and how great the risks were. If he made up his mind and mustered all his courage to face it, the final result would inevitably be disappointing. Because of the "Religious Decree", the believers in Lunkwell have already lost a lot, and they cannot lose more here.

"I understand, Master Mufasa."

Sister Livia was still not in high spirits, as if a cloud had already covered her pure and innocent heart before the operation even started. She lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "But when is the right time?"

"Judge for yourself, Sister Livia." Brother Mufasa paused for a moment, then continued, "You are the Son of God, a true believer blessed by the Saint. You don't need to worry. Your every word and action is under His watchful eyes. All your sorrows or joys will be guided by Him, and you will live forever as a true soul. In this land closest to the Saint, we will not fail."

Brother Mufasa's statement was a little strange.

The teachings of the True Spirit Sect have always been gentle and rational. They follow the teachings of the saints, but never blindly follow them. Therefore, they can keep their original hearts in the face of the temptation of truth and refuse the temptation of the ritual of inviting gods and conceiving gods. However, Brother Mufasa's words just now vaguely revealed a bit of fanaticism and faith in the saints. Moreover, he mentioned the true believers. Since the incident in Leisenburg, these three words have gradually become taboos, because the last person who called himself that ended up with what he did is obvious to all.

Old man Pancras once said that Rochelle was very rational, but in his bones he was crazy, and the madness controlled by rationality would eventually destroy everything. At that time, Brother Mufasa's attitude was a little strange. He did not agree with Rochelle's approach, but recognized his piety and firmness in animism.

Recognize but not agree, eh?

If it was before, Sister Livia would have definitely noticed Brother Mufasa's abnormality, but today her thoughts were more complicated than ever, and even she herself was a little confused. And she heard a distant but familiar name from Brother Mufasa: Holy Son.

After that, he retracted his gaze and said lightly: "It's almost time, I should go, Sister Livia, I'll leave the rest to you."

"He objects, but he understands." Brother Mufasa looked deeply at the blonde nun: "Because this is the path you, me, and everyone will take."

"No." The red monk shook his head gently: "You can take the original manuscript and go to the Evangelical Convent. Lord Pancras will protect you."

"Lord Pancras?" Sister Livia was slightly startled and asked subconsciously: "But didn't he oppose this operation?"

The one who was once called the Son of God...

She took a deep breath and then a long one, expelling all the turbid air in her lungs. She felt calmer. She raised her head and looked into Brother Mufasa's deep eyes for the first time. "After I take back the original manuscript of the Saint, what should I do, Master Mufasa? Those believers who have no fighting ability have already evacuated the Saint Anvil Cross Church. Where can I go? If the Saint's teachings cannot be with his believers, then it is meaningless, right?"

Without waiting for Sister Livia's answer, he stepped into the secret passage and headed towards the distant city of Ardes, their sacred place of faith. All believers with combat capabilities in the St. Anvil Cross Church participated in this operation, including personnel from the Demon Sealing Department, the Battle Sisters and the Black Friars, and of course the only great magician among them: the Red Friar Mufasa.

Or use another name that is more familiar in the mysterious world: Mufasa the Judge.

Their mission was only to buy time for Sister Livia, so that she could have a chance to take back the original manuscript of the Saint, the article about how humans can discover and awaken spirituality, which created the "Spiritual Beginning" of the magic potion system. Before today, Sister Livia had never doubted her mission, because she also believed that the relics of the Saint must not be defiled, let alone fall into the hands of those unbelievers; but now, watching Brother Mufasa's back gradually disappearing in the secret passage, she suddenly felt confused. Lord Pancras' silent opposition, the situation in which ordinary believers were forced to evacuate, a group of core believers including Brother Mufasa had to risk their lives to attract the enemy's attention, and the St. Annville Cross Church, which had persisted for nearly a hundred years under the oppression of the "Religious Decree", would not open its doors to welcome any believers after tonight...

All these costs are paid just to regain an ancient relic that has no practical significance. Even if it is the manuscript of a saint, is it really worth it?
If the Saint stood here and watched what happened to the city he founded, would he feel relieved or disappointed?
As the Son of God, Sister Livia should have been the person closest to the saint, but she found that she could not understand the saint's voice. In the ocean of faith, she seemed to have lost her direction and was drifting with the tide.

All I can do is close my eyes, put my hands together, and pray devoutly again: "In the name of the Holy Mother, the Saints and the Holy Spirit -"

"Please bless our pure faith and allow it to be reborn before sacrifice."

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The sound was vague and far away. It was the sound of melodious music drifting with the night wind, and the branches and leaves of the cypress forest slowly responded, making a rustling sound. A hazy mist gradually appeared in the dense woods, and moved slowly like a stream under the push of the wind, eventually covering the entire manor, shrouding Xiaoliang Palace, the nearby forest farm and horse farm in a mysterious and obscure atmosphere. The naked eye could not see through the forest mist, what kind of shadow was lurking behind it.

The arrival of misty weather forced the manor manager to arrange more guards to stand guard and patrol throughout the manor to deal with various emergencies that might occur, such as horses in the stables being frightened, wild beasts rioting in the woods, or guests not being able to see the road clearly and falling on the slippery boulevard - the only situation they had not considered was that thieves would sneak in at night with ill intentions.

After all, this villa estate named Xiaoliang Palace has been located in the Westminster district for more than 80 years, and no thief who dares to provoke the Schliemann family has appeared so far. It is said that Professor Heinrich's connections in the Dragoon Regiment and the city management department played a key role. Some people even claim that he has a close connection with a mysterious department called the Night Watch, and that department is more familiar with the dark environment than all thieves and night burglars. Their enemies may not even be human, because there is a saying circulating in the harbor area: When the night watchman shakes the lantern in his hand, evil spirits and monsters will have nowhere to hide.

Based on these rumors and the indistinguishable reputation, the thieves who robbed at night tacitly kept their distance from the manor. They were eager for ill-gotten gains, but were unwilling to pay the price with their own lives.

It wasn't until tonight that the first person appeared who dared to challenge such rumors.

The Night Watchmen are known as the executors of darkness. Coincidentally, this race was also known as the Lords of the Night in ancient times, and she is the one closest to this title since the birth of this race, except for the ancient and mysterious Night Mother.

Her Excellency the Silver-Eyed Countess will join the hunt tonight.

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Ms. Nevelle V. Wallenhild put away her pocket watch, glanced at the fog outside the window, and said to her granddaughter beside her: "It looks like the party has already begun, Leticia, it's time for us to act."

In response, her granddaughter's indistinct voice said, "Gu, gu, gu, gu, ga, ga, ga!"

Countess: “?”

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)