Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 900 Do you want to steal my equipment too?

The two chatted for a while, and Leila, who had resolved her worries, said goodbye. Although Xino wanted to keep her at the manor to play for a while, the girl said that since she had already made a bold statement that she would keep winning and asked Xino to keep watching her games, she could not go back on her word, so she had to hurry up and go back to training to win the game against Miss Gloria in four days.

Xino couldn't persuade her, so he could only send her to the door and asked the driver to take her back to Sumiya City. Then he looked at the back of the carriage leaving and sighed softly, seeming a little melancholy. However, this emotion was only a momentary thing. Soon she restrained her demeanor, cheered up again, and set off to Bolian Manor to continue to fulfill her obligations as the heir of the Gustave family.

"Are you leaving?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind. Xinuo turned around and saw Lingge leaning against a sycamore tree with his arms folded across his chest, looking up at the gloomy sky in the distance. He seemed to be talking to her, or talking to himself: "September 30th, the end of midsummer, what a nice day."

Xinuo was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help shaking his head after realizing what was happening. He said in a complaining and joking way, "Eavesdropping on a lady's conversation is not something a gentleman should do."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not much of a gentleman."

Lingge responded indifferently, then asked, "Are you still sure that you can deal with that synthetic beast?"

He motioned to Xino to look at the sky above. Compared with the morning, it was more gloomy. Almost all visible places were filled with dark clouds, which were still piling up, as if the gray islands hanging upside down in the sky were trying to touch the earth. Between the clouds and the ground, gusts of cold wind whistled over the mountains and meadows, across the fields and rivers, across the streets and alleys of villages and cities, bringing a sudden drop in temperature. Even if they wore an extra coat and a scarf, people on the street could still feel a biting chill. They couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly and complain about how cold it was in late summer this year.

This is clearly not normal weather.

After boasting, Alice turned her attention to the innocent-looking Gloria, and said with great sorrow that as a fellow player in the tournament, you don’t even have your own fancy moves and a title that’s so cool and awesome that you have no friends. You really don’t deserve the attention you’ve received. But it doesn’t matter. Lady Alice is willing to help you create a unique personality. How about using the “Golden God”? Your special move is the “Seven Heavens” which shoots out seven high-speed balls at the same time, and the balls will never bounce back as long as they don’t hit the mirror!
"It's a foul to hit seven balls at the same time," Gloria couldn't help but complain.

Xino also noticed these abnormal celestial phenomena, which meant that the earth vein magic in the beast's body was gradually awakening and was in an extremely unstable state. The earth vein magic communicated with the natural environment in an area, and its disorder would also cause changes in the weather, plants, birds and animals. This was one of the manifestations of the so-called "magic pollution".

The beast was about to awaken, and the breath it leaked alone affected the celestial phenomena and natural environment of half of Grindelwald's plains. Such power reminded the young man of the conceptual spirit god, the Great Lord Yuanrang, who had plunged Nimsher into a blizzard. The forbidden synthetic beast created by the remains of the ancient gods and the magic of the earth veins seemed to be no less crazy than the beliefs of those false god believers.

"The strong must trample on the rules ruthlessly!" Alice shouted with her blood boiling.

The current beast is still in a weakened state. The beast that was sealed by the ancestors of Hibernton and the Saint seven hundred years ago was in its prime. It is said that it possesses terrifying power and can easily overturn mountains and tear the earth apart. Otherwise, the invincible rebels would not have been in trouble.

Shino shook his head, threw those irrelevant thoughts out of his mind, and smiled softly, "I should say that I have never doubted it, Mr. Ling."

The three views are still so unsportsmanlike.

According to the celestial calendar developed by Galileo, September is the Golden Moon, also known as the Star Moon. The tails of the constellations of Aeolus and Astralis sweep across the earth for the last time, bringing the cleanest sky of the year. The temperature begins to drop, the crops in the fields turn yellow, and the shadow of autumn can be vaguely seen. The sunlight in this month is completely gone from the previous scorching and hot, and gives people a warm feeling when it shines on the body, so September is also considered the most suitable month for outings and picnics.

Xinuo waited for a while, and seeing that he didn't want to talk any more, she said goodbye to the young man and turned to leave. But before leaving, she seemed to remember something, and her steps paused slightly, and she looked back at Lingge with a playful smile on her face: "Although it may be a bit rude to say this, I feel uncomfortable if I don't say it - Mr. Lingge, this kind of cool posture is actually not suitable for you."

Alice seemed extremely excited after watching the exhibition match. She kept bragging to those who didn't watch the match at the dinner table about how exciting the match between the two sides was, how gorgeous the moves they used were, how cool the various declarations during the battle were, and how they were as strong as the "Scarlet End Demon King" and the "Deep Blue Galaxy Overlord". Everyone was stunned by what they heard, and they almost thought that what was opening in Sumia City today was not the Wind Flower Ball Championship, but some kind of superpower competition.

It’s not that Lingge is so confident in his observation skills, but the previous young royals were very obvious in this aspect, but Xino was the only one who did not show anything different from ordinary people. Could it be that her talent in wind flower ball also counts?
Lingge didn't ask any more questions, but just thought to himself, let Yieta be prepared when the time comes. Anyway, she won't be watching the game, so there is plenty of time. In case there is a problem in the battle between Xino and the synthetic beast, she can provide timely support.

After she finished speaking, she chuckled twice, and without waiting for the young man to answer, she left in a happy mood, leaving Lingge alone in a daze. He looked down and realized belatedly: Doesn't this posture look like trying to be cool?
……

Of course, the Windmill Cross, which created such a terrifying monster, eventually paid a painful price. Not only did they lose a precious holy relic, but they were attacked by the out-of-control and mad beast in the fierce battle, killing many friendly forces. Finally, when the Republic was established, they were liquidated along with the royal family and the old aristocracy, and had to survive. Now they are just a third-rate small force. It is said that in order to seek a comeback, they also joined an alliance called the Thirteen Hermits, and actively planned various conspiracies in the East and West continents...

However, in 1856, the golden month that belonged to the city of Sumia was eclipsed. The sky was gray all day long, and it was difficult to see the clear dome and the warm sunlight. The fields and forests were also bleak: the leaves in the forest turned yellow ahead of time and fell one after another; the branches and vines on the grape trellis seemed to have been hit by frost and were listless; the beasts hibernated in their nests and dared not move, and the birds gathered in the sky as if fleeing from their hometown... All these scenes seemed to foreshadow the coming of a disaster. In the vast countryside and villages of Grindelwald, the elderly have begun to worry about whether there will be frost and earthquakes. However, the natural disaster detection devices deployed by the Natural Disaster Detection Bureau did not give any prompts, and everything seemed to be just people's illusion.

Is this the background of an heir to a big family?
Linger looked at Xino deeply, and still didn't know where her confidence came from. An ancient relic passed down from generation to generation? The pure white guards who followed the White Knights to fight all over the world? Or was Xino herself actually a great magician who was hiding her true power? So, three months had passed, and he still didn't know what Xino's royal power and curse were. This was really a strange thing.

Gloria felt that she might not be able to grasp the powerful power of Chuu-2, so she politely declined, but Alice continued to pester her. Unable to bear the brunt of her, she had to pack up her things, take her racket, and prepare to go to the Chardouri Manor for training. However, she never expected that Alice's stubbornness in this matter exceeded her expectations. She would rather give up her time for playing games to pester her, vowing to make the name of "Golden God" resound in the main competition. It was really touching.

The night was still noisy.

On the street leading from the Fairy Sleep Inn to the primrose field, under the dim light of street lamps and fireflies, two figures walked one after the other, and the voices of their friendly conversation echoed in the wind.

"Alice, stop following me!" Gloria quickened her pace, her short legs moving as if a vicious dog was chasing her: "I have to go to training now! Training is boring, you should go back and play games!"

"You can play games at any time, but you only have one chance to compete in a lifetime!" Alice quickened her pace, following closely behind her, and counseling her: "Gloria, you have to think carefully about whether you should seize this only chance in your lifetime to restore the glory of Sky Island. You have an obligation to do so!" "This has nothing to do with the titles and moves you mentioned!" Gloria almost ran.

"Who said it doesn't matter? Without a cool title and some fancy moves, no audience will remember you!" Alice chased after him.

"I don't need to be remembered by them, I just want to finish the game quietly!" She ran away.

"I get it. You think Golden God isn't good enough, right? Then how about Gaming God?" she asked.

"Isn't that even more unpleasant? Wow, why are there stones here!" She couldn't fly away even if she had wings.

"Haha, you can't escape now! The title of gaming god is one that I have treasured for a long time. I had intended to use it myself, but you didn't appreciate it. It seems that I need to make you realize its value, hehe!" Her smile was like that of a devil.

Gloria was tripped by a stone that an unscrupulous child (Leticia) picked up and played with and then threw down. Facing the approaching figure of the Crimson End Demon Lord, she trembled in the dark and looked so frail and helpless.

Lingge seemed to see that a tragedy was about to happen.

He couldn't bear it, so he closed the window and didn't want to watch anymore.

At the same time, Gloria's voice for help and Alice's strange laughter were blocked out of the door. Yieta came over curiously and asked, "I seemed to hear Gloria and Alice's voices just now. Are they playing outside?"

"Yeah." Linger nodded and said expressionlessly, "It should be fun."

"That's great." Miss Angel sat back on the bed, shook her wings, and dropped feathers all over the floor. "I want to play with that thing called the wind flower ball. There was nothing fun to do in Avignon Village before. We could only kick stones and skip stones on the water."

"I heard that Nevill plans to build a stadium on the island to help Leticia and Metien to exercise their bodies." Linger said casually: "If you are interested, you can go and try it."

"Yeah, let's talk about it after I can leave the windmill tower room!"

Yieta nodded quickly, but her tone was still not confident, which made Lingge look at her more. Even if the curse showed signs of weakening, the psychological shadow was still a threshold that could not be crossed. Others like Ovella might be brave enough to try, but with Miss Angel's personality, she might need someone to push her.

Lingge couldn't think of what to do specifically, and it wasn't his purpose today, so the idea just flashed through his mind and soon disappeared. He said to the girl, "I have two things to ask of you, Yieta."

"What's the matter?" Yieta sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapping herself up with her wings, leaving only her cute little head exposed. Her eyes blinked hard, like an overgrown wind flower ball. "I'll do my best to help!"

"Well, the first thing is, four days later, that is, on September 30th, Shino may face a fierce battle, just northeast of Grindelwald Field. You should pay more attention to her at that time. If the battle situation is not favorable, send out the cloud whale to help her. I don't think there will be any big problems, but you still have to keep a safety net, do you understand?"

"Oh!" Yieta nodded repeatedly. Because she stayed at home for many years, she didn't have much contact with Xinuo, but she had a good impression of her. Besides, they were all young queens and should help each other. But: "Why didn't Lingge help her?"

"I suggested it, but she was quite confident and said she didn't need our help, but I thought it would be best to remain vigilant to avoid any accidents."

"Ohh! What about the other thing?"

"another thing--"

Ling Ge thought about it for a while, and finally reached out his hand to the angel lady on the bed, trying to make his tone calm, not persuading or forcing her, but negotiating with her: "Can you lend me your telescope?"

“Ah? Eh!?”

Yieta looked at the young man in front of her with a blank face, and suddenly she felt that he became a stranger. Instead, the figure of a person was gradually overlapping with him and becoming clearer and clearer. The man's wild laughter was just echoing outside the windmill tower room.

Thinking of what that person had done to her, the bewilderment on Miss Angel's face gradually turned into a feeling of fear. She was completely hopeless and felt betrayed: Lingge, I trusted you so much, but I didn't expect you to steal my equipment too! ?

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)