Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 760: Is it the idea of ​​judging others by yourself?

It took Timis a few minutes to get rid of the sadness and loss. After she exhaled gently, she patted her cheek with her hand, making a crisp sound, and reminded herself quietly: "Don't think about so many messy things, Timis. There are more important things waiting for you to deal with now."

The secret study where the philosophers of the society keep precious research materials has been invaded, and it seems that the invaders had planned it in advance. Maybe there are accomplices of theirs lurking in Xiaoliang Palace. For safety reasons, we must quickly alert Heinrich and ask him to mobilize people to come for support.

Heinrich would definitely be very angry when he knew about this. After all, this was the archive room he had worked so hard to build. Moreover, since the professor always emphasized the principle of doing things personally, every document and research material preserved here was actually written by him personally, and they have different meanings.

Now that his hard work had been destroyed, even if he was a well-mannered aristocrat, he would certainly be furious, just like how he sometimes felt when he saw those harsh literary critics in the newspapers calling fairy tales "unnutritious children's lunches."

anyway.

Timis suddenly realized something: the current miserable situation in the secret study seemed to have nothing to do with the intruder, but was caused by her own power of the end.

"..."

She was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the exit as if nothing had happened. She muttered to herself as she walked, "I remember that Heinrich's office should be equipped with an emergency communication device. I'll notify him now. I must let him know that the intruder has destroyed the research materials in the study..."

It wasn't me who did it.

"Be quiet, Leticia!" Nevile scolded, "Now is not the time to play around!"

……

Nevile took Leticia and flew out of the entrance of the secret study at an astonishing speed. She didn't even have time to stop and take a breath or observe the surroundings. Instead, she smashed the bedroom window and flew into the thick white fog without looking back. Sharp and transparent glass fragments whistled past her ears and hair, as if cutting through the wind, making a sharp and shrill sound.

As a result, he shivered subconsciously, wrapped his clothes tightly, and hurriedly left the street before the cold wind froze his bones.

The countess's sudden intrusion startled a group of crows perched on the branches of the cypress trees. They then rose from the lush treetops like a large dark cloud, and then scattered in all directions under the moonless night sky, dropping countless soft feathers that fluttered down like a black rain.

The screams of the startled night crows sounded like the cries of babies. Not only were they very unpleasant to the ear, but they were also very penetrating. Even the strong and rapid wind could not cover them up. One might even suspect that their decibels were loud enough to pierce the eardrums. Especially in such a quiet night, with so many of them gathered, the overlapping sound waves almost overturned the entire cypress forest and spread far to the streets outside the Xiaoliang Palace. The patrolling guards and passers-by looked at each other in bewilderment, and the plot of a detective novel emerged in their minds: in the dark night, the crows were crying, and the shadow of the serial killer was ready to move in the depths of the streets.

Leticia was held under her grandmother's armpit and flew towards the stable. But she was not the kind of person who would stay quiet and quiet. She was upset by the crows' cries, so she raised her little fist and waved it at the crows that were still hovering in the night sky, shouting intimidatingly: "If you make any more noise, I will eat you all!"

But it was strange. Heinrich's secret study was so hidden that even other members of the Institute of Prehistoric Heritage were unaware of it. Where did the intruder get the information? Could it be that someone inside the association leaked the information? But only members above the philosopher level were qualified to know this level of information, and how could a philosopher betray so easily? The association had been established for so long, and the only traitor at the philosopher level was Solomon, who was also the biggest traitor.

Could it be that the Thirteen Hermits were behind this invasion? Their forces in the East Continent were all overwhelmed by Sister Favrona, so how could they still have the energy to stir up trouble in the West Continent?
Full of doubts, Timis left the secret study, and her back quickly disappeared in the deep corridor.

Only then did Leticia say "oh" obediently and put her fist away. She seemed to have settled down, but as she watched the buildings of Xiaoliang Palace flying by, as small as models on a sand table, she couldn't help but ask, "Grandma, where are we going now?"

"Go find Xiao Xia and the others." Naiweier said without raising her head. The night wind blew through her snow-white hair, revealing her serious silver eyes, which seemed brighter than usual. "The infiltration operation has failed. We need to leave here quickly."

"What about Lingge?" "Lingge? He's a smart man and very adaptable. We don't need to worry about him."

"Is Lingge very smart?" When Leticia heard this, she couldn't help but mutter, "He's obviously a fool."

"You are the idiot." Nevelle finally lowered her head and glanced at her granddaughter. Thinking of her previous reckless and impulsive behavior, her tone became a little harsh: "Didn't I tell you to observe the situation outside? Why didn't you listen to me and barged in? And you did such a dangerous thing. If that witch hadn't been soft-hearted, you would have been dead by now!"

"But I have to save my grandma!" Leticia said as a matter of course: "If I don't save my grandma, who will?"

This is a question that doesn't require any thought, there is no one else to think about except her.

"Grandma doesn't need you to save her." Nevile said unhappily, "Don't forget, I drank your blood. Even if I die, I can be resurrected."

However, this sentence was just a consolation, because the power of the witch was so special that it could even devour magic power and turn it into nothingness. Nevile was not sure whether she could rely on Leticia's royal power to revive after being devoured by her power. If Leticia was also in her prime, maybe it would be possible? But she was not, so it was hard to say.

"I do not want!"

But Leticia raised her head stubbornly and met her grandmother's gaze: "I don't want grandma to die! Death is a very painful thing, so painful that it is unbearable, so grandma can't die!"

Nevile was stunned. She didn't expect that Leticia actually thought this way. In fact, it was true that death was indeed a very painful thing, sometimes even more painful than living. But the person who had experienced the most deaths in the world was not someone else, but the little girl in front of her.

Was she judging others by her own standards? Because on those nights illuminated by the full moon, she died alone and helpless...

Nevile kept telling Leticia, "If you kill someone, there's no going back," because she was afraid that after she got used to her own death, she would ignore the lives of others and easily take their lives. It was because she was the person closest to death in the world that she should cherish her life the most.

But what she didn't expect was that Leticia herself could understand this truth. Although her thoughts were childish and her tone was stubborn, wasn't that what all children were like? In other words, could you ask for more from a little girl who loses her memory every once in a while?

So, she is right.

Nevi looked at her granddaughter deeply, then retracted her gaze and stared straight ahead at the night. Leticia felt that her grandmother seemed to be in a bad mood, so she lowered her head in frustration. She didn't want to make her grandmother angry, but there was no way. She couldn't watch the person she cherished the most, loved the most, and couldn't lose the most in this world, experience the same death as herself, a painful, lonely, and helpless death...

"Leticia," Nevile said suddenly, "thank you."

The little bat raised her head suddenly, but her grandmother still refused to look her in the eye. But she knew that this was not an angry reaction. Should she say it was shyness or guilt? It didn't matter. The point was that her grandmother thanked her, so she helped her, right?

A big smile appeared on the girl's face, and she nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)