Alice in the Land of Steam

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"Blazer, what about you?" Shino looked at the cause of this incident and asked, "Do you want to go play, or clean up with me?"

Blazer scratched his head and thought for a while. He was originally more inclined to the former. After all, blue boots were mischievous and playful. Even if there were no outsiders like Lingge, they would play tricks on their companions for fun. Cleaning the streets was not interesting at all and was not in line with blue boots' preferences. But he raised his head again, looked at Alice with a vigilant look, then ran to Shino, patted her chest, and called a few times, with a solemn expression, as if to say: I will go with you and protect you from these suspicious guys!

Well, there are many suspicious guys, but Alice is the main one.

Apart from the bad impression she had at the beginning, her behavior towards Shino just now was very suspicious. Even Blaze, whose intelligence level was only equivalent to that of a six or seven-year-old human child, could see that this guy had ulterior motives, so he resolutely gave up his playtime and vowed to protect his friend from being deceived!
Moved and in tears.

Alice was not moved, nor did she shed tears. She was so angry that her teeth itched, and she had already torn this stinky cat into pieces countless times in her mind. Xino smiled, reached out and gently touched its furry head, and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Blaze."

She bent down slightly, letting Blaze jump onto her shoulders, then stood up, holding the broom with both hands, turned around and said hello to everyone, then left along the path she had just walked. Lingge, Saint Shalia and the others looked at each other and followed her silently. Alice cursed for a while, then came to her senses and realized that everyone had gone far away, so she hurriedly chased after them, leaving a noisy sound in the quiet forest.

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The stone road that the Gustaf family paved in the Loser Forest was not prepared for humans. After all, apart from Shino who was responsible for cleaning the road, few humans would go deep into this uninhabited primeval forest. Those who frequently used these roads were actually the aliens living in the forest. At this point, some uneducated people (I won't name them here) may be confused: Will aliens really use the roads paved by humans? Can they get used to it? Won't they reject humans because of their disgust for humans?

But in fact, this is a misunderstanding, because among the aliens, there are groups that coexist with nature, such as the rotten wood elves, water elves, and blue boots, and there are also groups that have developed civilizations, such as werewolves, blood clans, and Capells. If we trace back history, it can be said that the civilization of aliens actually appeared earlier than human civilization, but was later surpassed for various reasons. Until now, some alien civilizations, such as the ancient light elf country Beimang in the Sosen Mountains, have long been annihilated in the dust of time, while some alien civilizations have been deeply infiltrated by human civilization and have even been gradually assimilated.

There are many examples like this, such as the former Methosh Empire, where the self-important vampires enjoyed all kinds of luxurious man-made objects and used the human system of nobility to divide the upper and lower classes of the clan. The boundaries between dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts and barons were particularly clear, and even the silver-eyed countess could not cross them. The werewolves who extremely hated humans would also collect paintings, sculptures and various handicrafts by human artists in their fortresses and manors as resources for the family's future revival. Although they were often vulgar and barbaric and did not understand the charm of these works of art, they acknowledged their value, which actually indirectly acknowledged the importance of the human art system and monetary system.

The most recent example is the Goblin's Sleep Inn, which everyone goes in and out of every day. Its architectural style is the typical style of the country inns in Lunkwell during the reign of King Ingver. Today, when you wander among the many ancient ruins in the suburbs of Lunwitting, you can still see many similar shadows.

The aliens' disgust and rejection of humans is one thing, but their infection and assimilation of human civilization is another. Even the most stubborn alien groups would not deliberately turn a blind eye to a convenient road and go for the animal paths overgrown with bushes and weeds.

According to Xino, there are three tribes in the Forest of Loser whose civilization has developed to a certain level and at least formed settlements. They are the Grey-Feathered Harpies, who live at the junction of forests and mountains, dig caves on cliffs and are particularly good at group hunting and tracking enemies; the Alpine Centaurs, who live at the junction of valleys and rivers, live in felt tents like nomads on the Lessenwell prairie, and also master farming and smelting techniques; and finally, the Biborgs, who live in the depths of caves and underground rivers, whose body structures are completely made of rocks, are somewhat similar to the Stone Guards but are shorter, less than half a meter tall on average, and can use innate magic to ripen night-growing plants and mushrooms. The scale of these three alien settlements is at least more than 300 people, and as for the other scattered small tribes with a scale of 20 to 30 people, there are countless of them. They also need less living space, often a piece of open space, a cave or even a tree can satisfy them, such as the Blue Boots tribe where Blaze is. In addition, there are some relatively powerful and solitary creatures who like to live alone. They can usually occupy a large area by themselves.

Under Xino's well-organized description, the distribution of the aliens in the entire Loser Forest was clear, and all the space was divided up cleanly, even the Emerald Lake and the rivers were occupied by aquatic aliens. In contrast, the Gustaf family nominally owned this land, but in fact they did not have any interests in it, which proved that Xino and her ancestors were sincere in their vows to protect the aliens, and there was no falsehood.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand why Xino is so loved and welcomed by the aliens. While accompanying her to clean the streets, Lingge and others witnessed with their own eyes that from time to time, aliens would run over from the woods, trees, bushes, and even from the river. They would first stare at them with vigilant and unfriendly eyes, and after making one or two threatening growls, they would come up to the girl and act intimately and coquettishly, and also scramble to give her all kinds of things.

Sometimes, a large group of birds with colorful feathers and beaks as curved as crescents would fall down like raindrops, jumping and dancing around the girl, and dropping their feathers on her, until Xino smiled and shook his head, asking them not to make the road he had just cleaned full of feathers, and then they stopped this behavior; sometimes, a giant tortoise with various plants growing on its broad back and a pair of huge antlers on its head, lying on the side of the road to rest, would slowly open its eyes when it heard the footsteps of the girl passing by, and look at her with a kind and gentle look, and the vine whip on its back would knock a bunch of berries from the bushes and trees, all of which were They were piled at the girl's feet for her to use; another time, there was a loud rumbling sound in the woods, and the earth shook violently. Everyone thought it was an earthquake. Just as they were panicking, a huge shadow squeezed through the lush treetops and appeared in front of them. It was a giant bear that was more than ten meters tall, with deep black iron hair. It stood up on its hind legs, holding something in its front paws. It first glared at Linge and others with a bad look, then put the thing in its arms in front of Xino and called softly. If you hadn't heard it with your own ears, it would have been hard to imagine that such a wild beast could make such a gentle voice.

Along the way, Shemi sat on Metien's head. Whenever a strange creature appeared, she would enthusiastically tell the origin of it, but as if influenced by Alice, her accent was a little strange: "Cheese Moon-billed Bird, Cheese Earth Turtle, Cheese Titan Giant Bear, uh, Cheese Queen Bee's Hive?"

"Haven't I told you this many times, Chrys?"

Looking at the giant beehive in front of him that was almost half a person's height, Xino's expression was both angry and amused. Golden honey gushed out from the cracks of the beehive, filling the air with a sweet and warm atmosphere. "Don't pick the queen bee's hive again. You always disobey me. Next time they chase you and sting you, I won't plead for you."

"Hoar!"

The giant bear, who was sitting by the roadside and making the white sycamore trees next to him look as small as weeds, growled when he heard this, indicating that he was thick-skinned and didn't care.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)