Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 837 Do you want to keep it?
Linger heard footsteps coming from downstairs, accompanied by the clang of chairs being moved and the crisp and pleasant ding-dong of knives and forks hitting wine glasses. It was Shesta and Shelia preparing dinner for today. The aroma of bread and vegetable soup, the faint floating smoke, and the sunset glow gradually spreading over the top of the forest, all mixed together in the young man's room into a deep and thick oil color, and the scenery and the characters' moods were frozen.

To his ears, the summer night breeze brought a burst of intermittent conversations. Lingge vaguely heard words such as "Tianxin Church", "Seven Days Ceremony", "Goddess" and "prayer". This seemed to touch his memories of the past, making him feel as if he was still immersed in a dream and had not awakened.

But this feeling was only for a moment, and the young man quickly regained consciousness. He looked steadily at the gray-haired girl by the window, and her transparent and cold golden eyes reflected her indifferent face, as if she didn't care about anything. In this regard, the two of them might have something in common.

"How long have I slept?" Ling asked.

"About two weeks." Bai Ye folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the window frame, her head tilted slightly, her eyes still fixed on the lone bird, watching it hovering over the forest, chirping hoarsely, as if it wanted to blend into this unfamiliar environment, but didn't dare to settle down, fearing that it would be ostracized and rejected by the natives of the sky island. She couldn't help but laugh in her heart. She said casually, "I haven't calculated it carefully, but it shouldn't be much different."

When Ling Ge heard this, he frowned slightly, showing a dissatisfaction that was not care, but just confusion: "This seems to be different from what I asked for."

"Yes, but——" Bai Ye finally retracted her gaze. She looked at the young man on the bed with a smile, and a slightly sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of her mouth: "You didn't say I can't do this, right?"

Lingge was speechless for a moment.

The cause of the incident can be traced back to two weeks ago.

On an ordinary afternoon, Saint Shallia found Lingge and told him that Bai Ye had the ability to enter other people's dreams. In fact, Lingge had already noticed it, because he had also seen the figure of the gray-haired girl in his dream, and he was thoughtful after waking up. But he didn't expect that after Bai Ye entered other people's dreams, he could also help the sleepers see their past memories, and he took the initiative to propose to Saint Shallia, hoping to find the lost memories and powers of the girl royals in this way.

In this way, at his own initiative and hers, Lingge entered the dream and began to trace the past.

"What did you do?" Ling asked bluntly.

If he could trace back to the past through dreams, back to the day when Mr. Yangke adopted him, and see the young Metien again, maybe he could find some clues that have long been buried deep in his memory? Even for Mr. Yangke, there are many things he wants to know again. This is a common emotion, which often sprouts in the period of confusion and hesitation: some people and some things are not taken to heart when you are young, only when you stand at the fork in life and look back, you will find that they have already determined everything in the future. What Ling Ge wants to see is those crucial life nodes.

Before Lingge opened his mouth, he had already thought about what he would see in his dream.

Do you feel ashamed when you reveal your scars? Do you still feel pain when you touch your scars? Do you ever want to avoid them for the rest of your life when you cover them up?
But if you avoid it, will you definitely not dream about it?

It's just those memories again.

It is natural that one does not need to sleep for that long to have a dream, so it can only be understood that Bai Ye acted on his own initiative and used his dream to achieve other purposes.

For dreams, there is no difference between being active and being passive. If you are active, it will not give you any gentleness, and if you are passive, it will not give you any punishment.

However, the gray-haired girl was still Gloria's personality at the time, so after hearing this, she looked at him in surprise: "What a strange request, Mr. Ling, you are the first person I have ever seen who wants to actively enter a dream... Ah, I don't mean to laugh at you, but dreams themselves are very complicated and not necessarily beautiful. Are you sure you are mentally prepared?"

So he made this request to Bai Ye.

Until the appearance of White Night.

As a brother, Ling Ge naturally wanted to know the true identity of Metien. This was not out of curiosity or other reasons, but to better protect her. However, the power of the Witch Society had not found anything, so where should he go to find clues? Therefore, this idea was buried deep in his mind and he did not mention it to anyone.

Saint Xia Liya thought this was a good thing. If everyone's memory and strength were restored, the journey against the witch society would be easier, right? What was commendable was that Bai Ye, who had always acted indifferent and indifferent, would take the initiative to make such a suggestion. This showed that her heart might not be as closed as everyone thought. So she agreed with a little joy and concealed the matter from others. However, the others here did not include Ling Ge. The shepherdess felt it necessary to ask the young man's opinion, so she came to him.

But he had to admit that his sister might have some special features, and it was those special features that confused Livia's cognition and made her misunderstand. In addition, Tiandis once said that no files or information about Metien could be found in any orphanage or welfare home in Lunweiting City, which showed that Mr. Yang Ke's words about adopting Metien were actually a lie.

Since there is no difference, why not make your own choice?
"You are very sober." Although she was complimenting, Bai Ye's tone was cold and seemed to contain a hint of regret. She had taken over Gloria's body and slowly extended her hand to Ling Ge: "You are much more sober than that little fool. In fact, I quite admire people like you who are sober, so let me fulfill your wish and lead you into that dream of the past."

of course.

……

Livia insisted that the pink-haired girl was the incarnation of the Holy Spirit in the Trinity system, so she decided to stay on the Cloud Whale Sky Island and become the guide and guardian of the Holy Spirit. However, Lingge knew that it was all nonsense. Metien could never be the incarnation of the Holy Spirit. Livia just grabbed a life-saving straw in desperation, so she refused to let go.

Then, I slept for two full weeks before waking up.

When he was still wandering the streets of the city, when Mr. Yang Ke decided to adopt him, when the three of them had a new home in Linville City, when life was gradually getting on track, when his adoptive father unfortunately died in an accident, when his sister couldn't accept the reality and cried in his arms, when the young man decided to give up his studies and go home to inherit his dreams and wishes... He saw it all, those sad, happy, fearful, and confused emotions, blending in it one by one, until the original colors could no longer be seen.

After hearing this, Lingge immediately thought of a person in his mind: Metien.

Gloria stared at him without blinking, and spoke after a while, using questions instead of answers: "Before that, let's take a look at your situation first, Mr. Ling. How is it, did you find the answer you wanted in your dream?"

The young man shook his head, summarizing the ending of the dream with this simple action.

He did go back to the past, and he did see his adoptive father Mr. Yanke and the young Metien, and relived his teenage life in Linville City. However, he could not see any special features of Metien. If there was anything special, it was probably that she was too precocious. The little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, was more sensible than many adults. But this was a common feature of many children who wandered the streets or grew up in orphanages, and Linger himself was like this, so it was not a decisive evidence.

"Is that so?" Bai Ye grinned, not surprised. "Looking for answers through dreams is a very low probability thing, because dreams are the veins of the soul and the language of the mind. They are more or less affected by the subjective will of the dreamer, and cannot be absolutely fair and objective."

It was rare for her to speak so much, and it would have been better if she could tell Lingge before he fell asleep.

The young man said expressionlessly: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You wouldn't believe it even if I told you, right?" Bai Ye laughed indifferently, "With your personality, you will have to suffer some setbacks before you reconsider the necessity of this matter. In that case, why should I rush to be a good person and give you a chance to criticize me?" "I don't mean to blame you."

"You have already blamed me."

"That's because you took the initiative and made me sleep for two weeks without knowing anything." The young man looked at her coldly: "Now can you tell me why you did this, Miss Bai Ye?"

"Because I want an answer, too."

Linger frowned slightly: "What's the answer?"

"It's very simple. It's about the relationship between you and the last Elf King." The faint smile on Bai Ye's lips disappeared. Now she gave people a very serious feeling: "According to the records of the Witch Society, Green El, the last Elf King of the Western Continent, was once a member of the Goddess of Creation. After the defeat in the Battle of the Sosen Mountains, he was entrusted by the seven saints to lead the remaining believers across the ocean and arrived at the distant Eastern Continent, where he continued to resist the cause of the Witch Society. His personal charm attracted countless aliens and demons to gather under his command and established the paradise town of Ashur. He once became the most difficult enemy of the Witch Society, but he eventually lost to fate and died of illness. After his death, the Witch Society believed that the prophecy of the Moryas had failed. Even the Great Witch would no longer be born, let alone the next Elf King. Therefore, he was given the title of the Last Elf King - until you appeared."

Bai Ye stared at Ling'er's face, as if trying to read something from this expressionless face: "In Alice's game, you contained the power of seven girl kings, and finally appeared as the Elf King. I believe you also saw how surprised Tiandis was at that time, because this was beyond the expectations of the Witch Society. In addition, your name is so similar to that of the last Elf King, it is hard not to doubt the relationship between the two."

Lingge didn't even blink, and was indifferent: "It's just a game. Maybe the cards are just Alice's fabrication."

"But Tiantis said it clearly: the deck is the embodiment of the mind." Bai Ye smiled again, but the smile seemed a little cold: "Many things are not groundless, but signs of fate, just like the sacred water beast Arcane will guide lost souls to the other side. If Miss Livia hadn't appeared on the island in an incredible way, who would believe this is true?"

She suddenly came closer, blocking the dusk outside the window with her body, and lowered her voice, whispering in a dreamy voice: "You too, Mr. Linger, some signs of yours are stirring, which makes me very interested. You enter the dream to see your past memories, but I help you sink into a deeper dream in order to see memories from a longer time ago, such as the memories before you became 'Linger'."

Ling Ge moved back slightly and frowned, "Do you suspect that I am the reincarnation of Green El, the last king of the elves?"

"Yes."

Bai Ye straightened up, leaned against the window again, and smiled faintly: "But you disappoint me. I didn't see any traces of your previous life in your dream. In other words, not only are you not the reincarnation of Green El, you are probably not the reincarnation of anyone else, such as the last great wizard of the Moryas, Methode, or the animist saint Tumi."

"This reminds me," she recalled, "Bai Long, who is in charge of the First Research Department of the Witch Society, once proposed a point of view: the soul of life has never been reincarnated. Once it dies, it will return to its essence. Even if there is reincarnation, it is definitely not reincarnation, but rebirth. Therefore, except for the Girl King Quan, no one in the world will be the reincarnation of anyone, and no one will inherit anyone's memory and power. They are all independent individuals."

"I don't like the Witch Society, but I agree with this point." Ling Ge stood up, picked up the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on, and said indifferently: "I am not the reincarnation of anyone, and I have nothing to do with those big figures you mentioned."

He paused and asked, "I slept for two weeks. Didn't anyone else notice anything unusual?"

"No." Bai Ye shook his head: "Gloria used her ability to cover it up for you, so they just thought you rarely showed up recently and didn't know you had been sleeping for two weeks."

"That's good."

Linger walked towards the door, and when he was about to push it open, he paused on the doorknob and said without looking back: "I should have thanked you for your help, but since you did this without my consent, we are even. Also, since you have somewhat agreed with Mr. Bailong's point of view, then don't do this to anyone other than the Young Lady King. I believe you will abide by this agreement."

Especially for Metien.

Then he pushed the door open and left the room without even waiting for Bai Ye to answer.

The gray-haired girl stared quietly at the direction he left. Suddenly, a hesitant voice sounded in the empty room: "I think Mr. Ling is right, Bai Ye, let's not do this kind of thing next time, right?"

"Shut up, Gloria." Bai Ye scolded without hesitation: "Who said we were here? This is something I decided to do on my own. A little idiot like you is not qualified to take advantage of it."

"Bai Ye, stop being so upset..."

"Who do you think I'm upset about?"

"Ah, you admit it?"

"Humph."

After ending the conversation with an interjection, the gray-haired girl suddenly turned around and disappeared from the room. The next moment, she appeared in the distant forest. The green leaves of the forest were dyed a magnificent red by the setting sun. The night spread from the horizon like a tide, drowning the burning red clouds bit by bit. The girl stood under a cold shade of a tree, staring at the bushes in front of her with indifferent eyes. Among the messy grass leaves and scattered berries, there lay a bird with gray feathers. It was hard to tell what species it was. In short, it looked very miserable, with scars all over its body and its feathers scattered all over the ground.

There is also a sense of competition among beasts, even more so than the fights between humans and elves. Every forest on the Cloud Whale Sky Island is owned by someone. In addition to their common owner, Iyeta, it also belongs to those powerful and beautiful birds and beasts. What good will a weak outsider like this end up with if he rashly breaks in here?
“See?” She stared at the trembling bird, struggling to make a gentle cry, and said coldly, “This is not a place for a stray dog ​​like you to come.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards it. The gray-feathered bird seemed to want to resist, but it had no strength at all. It could only accept its fate as a lonely wanderer with great fear.

The next moment, he fell into a warm embrace.

The night spread quietly, drowning out the last rays of light in the forest. All the grass and leaves were dyed a dull black. I am afraid that it will remain silent until the fireflies and luminous plants wake up. The evening breeze blew gently, and the grass rustled, but in the dark and deep shade of the trees, the girl's figure had disappeared.

"Bai Ye, do you want to keep it?"

"You raise it."

"Eh!?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)