Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 927 Are both parties working hard?
In someone's room, Lingge seemed to notice something and looked out the window.

"What's going on?" Olvera leaned over curiously, "Is there anything interesting outside?"

"nothing."

Ling Ge retracted his gaze and saw her indecent posture. He couldn't help but frowned: "I think you should maintain your manners and act like a lady, Avra, and don't always let irrelevant things interfere with your thoughts."

"Your tone of preaching is exactly the same as Sister Xiaoxia's."

Olvera couldn't help but roll her eyes. She didn't have the nobility and elegance that a princess of the Leslie royal family should have. This was the result of playing too well with Alice. Basically no one could resist the assimilation of a genius player - except Saint Xia Liya.

Even so, Princess Bemang still slowly sat up straight and hummed reluctantly: "What's the use of being a lady? It can neither make me happier nor make you..."

The following words were spoken in a very low voice, more like a soliloquy, so Lingge did not hear them, and did not understand what she wanted to express. He just frowned even more tightly: Not only has her daily behavior been assimilated by Alice, but also her way of speaking? This is really a terrible change. It seems that it is necessary to let Saint Shallia give her a love correction...

It was not known whether the murderous intent he revealed was too obvious, or whether Princess Bemang's spirituality had reached the level of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger. Anyway, after Lingge had such an idea, Avra ​​shuddered inexplicably, thinking that something was not good, and quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this first. What do you want to talk to me about? It's not even night yet, Lingge, you are too impatient!"

"But I understand your feelings." The princess smiled and puffed out her chest, looking very proud. "After all, you are a young and energetic man, Lingge. How could you possibly resist the temptation of a beautiful young girl like me? Alas, what Alice said is indeed right. Sometimes, being too beautiful is also a sin!"

She pretended to sigh, causing Ling'er's eyebrows, which had just relaxed, to frown again: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

After daily behavior and speech patterns, is it intelligence? Isn't this just a low-profile version of Alice?
Thinking of this, Lingge looked at the princess with a look of helplessness, regret, and a little pity, just like looking at a mentally retarded child who needs care: "Why can I only find you at night?"

"Eh!?" The princess opened her mouth wide: "Aren't you here to sleep with me?"

Ling Ge glanced at the sun hanging high outside the window and could not help but say, "Want to sleep in the middle of the day? Do you think you are Yieta?"

It turned out to be the case.

This is really a not-so-nice misunderstanding.

After realizing what was going on, Avella didn't feel ashamed. On the contrary, she puffed up her cheeks and looked angry, as if Ling Ge had done something that would anger the heavens and the people. "If you're not here to sleep, then why are you looking for me?"

"I'd like to borrow your library for a while." Ling Ge was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. He was afraid that he would be assimilated if he continued. "I want to find historical records about how Saint Tumi entered the Temple of Heaven. It would be even better if there was detailed information and a route map. The key words are Saint Tumi, Temple of Heaven, and astrology. If you have no objection, let's get started."

"I have an opinion!"

The princess raised one arm high, like a good student who volunteered to answer questions in class, but her tone was not very friendly: "Why should I let you use my library just because you said you wanted to? You have been ignoring my role and saying I am useless behind my back! I am also a human being with emotions! I will not let you control me! Unless... you agree to one condition, then I will reconsider it?"

He spoke righteously at first, but revealed his true intentions in the end. His pair of platinum eyes rolled around as he looked back and forth at the young man. He thought he was being very secretive, but in fact, he was no different from being open and aboveboard. It was obvious that he was up to something evil again.

Ling Ge didn't even bother to think about what conditions she would propose. He just held up three fingers and said calmly, "First of all, this is a serious matter, not my personal matter, so you have no room for bargaining; secondly, the person who said you were useless behind your back was Alice, not me. If you are really angry, you should settle the score with Alice instead of playing games with her all day; finally, Saint Xia Liya also knows that I came to you, do you understand?"

“Ah!?”

If the first two sentences only made Avra ​​a little embarrassed, the last sentence really touched her spine. The girl who thought she had caught Lingge's handle suddenly felt chills. She felt that there was a cold gaze staring at her from behind, seeing all her little thoughts clearly, and gradually magnifying them into a terrifying shadow, covering her heart... The big sister has been watching you all the time.

"I, I understand!"

Princess Bemang straightened her back instantly, and quickly took out her thick book from the desk, which was also the embodiment of the power of the mysterious kingship: [The Great Library of Truth], and slammed it on the table with a bang, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Since, since it is Sister Xiaoxia's request, then of course I will not refuse. Lingge, you are really something, why didn't you say it earlier? It makes everyone so embarrassed!"

No, no, no, you are the only one who is embarrassed.

Why didn't you just do this earlier? Why did you force me to use my ultimate move?

Under Ling's silent supervision, Princess Bemang opened the library with tears in her eyes, entered keywords, and began to search for historical materials related to Saint Tumi and the Holy Temple of Heaven. However, when the results of the search were roughly presented, the girl's delicate eyebrows immediately twisted into a mess, even messier than Saint Xia Liya's fate yarn ball: "This, this, this, there seem to be a lot of results, Ling, I need to sift through them first."

It was not unexpected by Ling.

After all, among the three keywords he gave, Saint Tumi and Astrology are too vague. Basically, any knowledge of the mysterious world is more or less related to it; and the Holy Temple of Heaven is too narrow. Its existence involves the goddess of creation, and it rarely appears in mortal knowledge. Perhaps only before the birth of the Spirit Prayer Society and the era of the struggle for hegemony among hundreds of races can some records be found, but there was no formal history discipline in that era, so historical materials... are very wild.

The combination of the two creates cumbersome, confusing and unrelated materials that are enough to make any college student who needs to help their tutor organize the materials faint on the spot.

Why use such a metaphor? Because Ling was once a university student majoring in history.

Fortunately, he no longer needed to help anyone organize the information, because only Ovilla herself could see the contents presented in the [Great Library of Truth].

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Ovella with a hint of sympathy.

Sympathy aside, business is the most important thing, so he immediately asked a very important question: "How long will it take?"

Is this all you care about?
Aoweila didn't expect Lingge to be so cold and ruthless, only caring about the progress of the work but not caring about her weak and powerless beautiful girl. She couldn't help but get angry and glared at him fiercely, saying, "Don't go too far, I will lose my temper too." But at the same time, a certain sight from behind seemed to become even colder, making Princess Bemang feel like she was in the ice and snow, and she couldn't help shivering.

Big Sister is everywhere.

Ling Ge, who had someone behind him, was not someone Avella could afford to offend. She swallowed her anger and replied in a muffled voice, "Two or three days at the fastest, a week at the slowest." Ling Ge was slightly surprised: "So fast?"

Even if it was slow, this speed was beyond his expectation. The young man thought it would take at least ten days or half a month. As a former history student, he knew better than anyone the pain of sorting out historical materials, not to mention that he had to find the information he wanted accurately from these old materials. If there were no cheap workers, even the most senior history professor would be tortured to the point of baldness.

But...beautiful girls shouldn't lose their hair, right?
Lingge glanced at Ovilla's hair, which was as thick as a waterfall and as dense as night, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"What, what did you do!?" Olvera covered her head and looked at him warily: "What do you want to do to my hair?"

"Nothing." Linger looked away. After all, he still had a conscience, unlike Alice who had lost all conscience. In order to prevent Olvera from falling into the terrifying bald hell, he kindly asked, "Do you need my help?"

"unnecessary!"

Olvera was already feeling unhappy about his sympathetic look. Upon hearing this, she said angrily, "How can you help? You can't help at all and will only cause trouble for me! I am the princess of Bemang Country and the young queen who holds the power of mystery. I have read countless papers and have mastered the skills of quantum reading. This little bit of information can't stump me!"

What is quantum reading?
Ling Ge didn't quite understand, but Avella's refusal to allow others to intervene and help was very obvious, so he didn't force it. He nodded gently and said, "Then I'll leave it to you. I'll come back in a week to ask about the results. I hope to hear good news from you then."

"Wait!" Avella understood his implication: "Does that mean you're leaving?"

"Yes."

Lingge's answer was so natural. Why not stay? He didn't need his help. And Avella seemed a little irritable today. Since she didn't like to see him, the young man would leave by himself. He was such a considerate person.

"No, you can't leave."

Olvera asked Lingge to stay in an imperative tone: "You have to stay and help me."

"You just said you didn't need my help."

The speed of changing face is faster than Alice's, which is a slight improvement.

"You really can't help me with the information search, but you have other uses." Avella rummaged in the drawer for a while, found a pile of manuscripts full of words, and pushed it in front of Lingge: "This is the manuscript I just finished writing recently. Please help me proofread it and see if there are any parts that need to be revised. Of course, I don't think there are any, because my writing style has been recognized by the publishing house. The most you can do is to help me correct typos and grammatical errors, which can be considered a contribution. How about it, I treat you well, Lingge?"

Ling Ge: “…”

Before they left Lunwiting, they did hear vaguely that the Northern Order Press would publish a fairy tale written by a new writer, who was said to have been recognized by the recognized fairy tale master Andersen. The author also announced that all royalties would be donated to orphanages and compulsory education foundations, which was widely praised by all sectors of society.

Unfortunately, the debut work of the new writer named Karna, Grimm's Fairy Tales, was written by Ovilla. After hearing the news, the modest Princess Beman could finally hold her head high in front of Lingge and proudly say that she was also a writer with many works.

If she wanted to become a magnate with just one work, she would have to use the magical fairy magic to become Shemmy's size. However, it was a good start after all, so everyone did not discourage her self-confidence, but encouraged her in various ways, especially Alice, who was the most exaggerated, almost to the point of being shameful... Now it seems that under the mindless flattery of the people on Sky Island, Olvera finally lost herself, which is really sad.

I've said that mindless boasting is bad, so why won't you listen?

The young man took her manuscript, looked at it for a while, frowned, picked up the pen and made a few strokes. Soon the manuscript was covered with revised lines and comments. Avella was horrified and reached out to take back her precious manuscript: "You, you, you, what are you doing!"

Lingge did not resist, allowing the princess to take back her manuscript, and said calmly: "As you wish, I am revising the manuscript."

"Nonsense!" Avella blushed. "There aren't so many things that need to be revised. You must be messing around... Ugh!"

The rest of the words got stuck in her throat, because when she took a look at the manuscript, she realized that the changes made by Lingge seemed quite... reasonable?

How can this be! ?
Could it be that Lingge is a hidden great writer?

Avra looked at Lingge with an expression of disbelief. The young man knew what she was thinking and said, "I'm not as good as you think, but I can still pick out some basic mistakes, and many of them are mistakes you have never made before. Publishing your work is a good thing. It is a recognition of you by the publisher and readers, but should you also be more strict with yourself because of this? If you take this success for granted, then you will probably be like those fleeting rising stars in history, leaving a brief glow in the literary world and disappearing quickly. In the end, you will not be able to become a great writer like Shakespeare, Hugo or Dickens... I think you know better than me how to choose."

"go out……"

"What?" Lingge frowned, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"I told you to get out!" Olvera's ears were burning and her cheeks were as red as apples: "I don't need your help!!!"

……

That night, something happened that puzzled Metien.

She followed the order in the notebook and found Sister Aoweila as the second one. She used literary creation as an excuse to secretly guide her to pay more attention to Lingge and secretly improve her brother's favorability. She thought it would go very smoothly, but she just opened her mouth and said, "Sister Aoweila, has Lingge asked you about your novel recently?"

Princess Beman flew into a rage. She threw down the pen in her hand and said angrily, "Don't mention that guy to me! In my lifetime, no, not within ten years! No, no, no, at least six months! Never mind, that's still a bit long, just within this week - I don't want to see him or hear his name within this week!"

Metien, who failed in his mission: "..."

I always feel that when I am working hard, my brother is also working hard.

But the two of them were working in the wrong direction. What should they do?
　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)