Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 960 Is something good going to happen?

After the negotiation with the Wusu tribe, Lingge took Saint Xia Liya and Xino to climb Mount Osor again the next day, settled down on the top of the mountain, and began the long and tedious surveying work. Unfortunately, after a week, a lot of information was checked, and several stacks of manuscripts were wasted, the surveying progress remained at zero, without any progress.

The only thing that comforts them is that although the surveying work is tedious and tedious, the air quality on the 7,000-meter Osor Peak is particularly pure due to the influence of the cold air currents from the snow-capped mountains. Without the obstruction of high-rise buildings and industrial exhaust gas, the transmission of starlight seems no longer restricted by distance. Those great constellations that are usually hard to see in the city, such as Uranus, Coleus, Hermione and Knight of the Rings, all release their brilliance in this place far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Every night, travelers only need to look up to see the magnificent and dazzling beauty of the galaxy.

Under the shining starry sky, you can almost touch the fantastic starlight with your hand and feel the temperature flowing in your blood vessels. If you lower your head, you will see the shadow of the mountain lurking at your feet. The snow reflects the transparent starlight, like the veins of stars climbing and expanding on the ground, until the distant mountain border. The sky, the earth and the stars are one and the same. Such a magnificent scene can really cleanse the distracting thoughts in your mind and make all the fatigue that has been bothering you for a long time in numbers and formulas disappear.

No wonder the Eastern Alps are known as the best place for stargazing in the entire western continent. Every year, many people flock here in the name of "purifying their souls", hoping to use the pure snowflakes and clear starlight on the snow-capped mountains to wash away the filth in their souls and return to the pure and flawless state when they were born. Among them are many poets, painters and playwrights. It is said that in the middle of the 16th century, the painter Guishan completed his famous work "A Night in the Mountain Fort" after stargazing in the mountain fort. The poet Denélie also wrote the popular verses here: "Snow, you let me return to my mother's womb."

However, due to the conditions, those people could only climb a small mountain of 4,000 to 5,000 meters at most - in fact, it was not small, but in the Eastern Alps, there were many peaks of 4,000 to 5,000 meters, which was not surprising - the view was always limited by the higher peaks, and they could not get the most perfect experience. Lingge and others were probably the only people in modern history who could climb to the top of a 7,000-meter snow-capped mountain and enjoy the beautiful view of the stars.

Unfortunately, young people study history rather than literature or painting, so they cannot leave behind valuable works for future generations like those sentimental literary and artistic workers, allowing them to also experience their feelings at the moment.

The only thing he would do on the manuscript paper now was to write down formulas and fill in numbers. After some rigorous and boring calculations, he would shake his head and cross out all the results. The cold and ruthless lines revealed a decisive momentum, but also announced the failure of another calculation.

"The coordinate changes of Akihabara and Glacial Grass do not conform to the calculation formula. Either there is an error in Galileo's celestial calendar, or there is a deviation in the calculation process. If it is the latter, it is not a big deal. If it is the former, it is terrible because most of the data we use now is obtained by referring to the celestial calendar. Once there is an error in the celestial calendar, it means that the previous calculation process has been wasted and we need to start all over again..."

The young man folded up the discarded manuscript paper and put it in the wastebasket beside him, muttering to himself: "However, we must also take into account the seasonal errors. Saint Tomi spent thirty-three months in Mount Osor, and it took nearly three years to determine the positions and coordinates of all the stars. We only have one winter, which is obviously not rigorous enough. In other words, if the changes in the positions of the constellations in different seasons are also taken into account, it will take at least a year. To be honest, it is a bit hard to accept..."

It took him only a year to find the last young queen in Grindelwald Fields from Linville City. Could it be that mapping the star map was more difficult than gathering the seven kings of order? Moreover, even if he had the patience, the Witch Society might not have it. All signs showed that their Eden Project was about to enter its final stage. So far, the magic concentration of the Mirror Star World has dropped to an astonishing 30% compared to its heyday. If they could not be stopped in time, even if the goddess came forward, it would be useless.

On the one hand, there is the surveying and mapping work that cannot be careless, and on the other hand, there is the main task that cannot be neglected. The young people are caught in the middle and are really torn.

broken.

He suddenly reached out his hand to support his forehead, feeling somewhat helpless: How come I have also started to regard the fight against the Witch Society as the main task? Could it be that I have been in contact with Alice for too long and gradually assimilated by her? No, it shouldn't be, maybe I have just been too tired recently and my spirit is a little exhausted, and I will be fine after a proper rest.

The young man found an excuse for himself, just like those patients with terminal illnesses would use various reasons to comfort themselves - in a sense, being assimilated by Alice is indeed no different from a terminal illness.

Ling stared blankly at the blank manuscript spread out on the table, struggling for a while between the two options: continuing to work but possibly increasing fatigue and being taken advantage of by the Alice virus, and giving up the work, which would slow down the progress but at least ensure personal safety. In the end, he chose the latter with all his heart.

Work is finite, but Alice is infinite. Isn't it stupid to try to fight against infinite Alice with limited work?

He sighed, screwed on the pen cap, and pressed the pen onto the manuscript paper to prevent it from being blown away by the wind coming in through the cracks in the wall. Then he stood up and looked outside, only to find that it was already dark. The night was falling, shrouding the entire mountain range in a dark and quiet atmosphere. Occasionally, one or two bird calls could be heard at the foot of the mountain, such as the calls of snowy owls or white-tailed crows, which were extremely ethereal and echoed in the valleys between the mountains.

Fortunately, there was no wind or snow, so Lingge decided to go out for a walk to relieve his fatigue. As soon as he walked out of the stone house, he saw Xino waving a spear in the snow. The spear blade rolled up countless snowflakes on the ground, which flew around her. The moonlight was so close that it was extremely bright, almost transparent, and her long white hair seemed to be stained with a touch of awe-inspiring moonlight in the flying snow.

The spearmanship of the Gustave family, inherited from the pioneer Baron Vince, is a genuine battlefield martial art that evolved during the long period of division and conquest of the White Griffin Dynasty. It pursues high-efficiency killing, and each move is concise and capable, leaving no extra flaws. When performed by Xino, it is full of an elegant beauty. The branch-like blade of the Holy Spear White Thorn is swung, like the silver blade of moonlight flying up and down, the snowflakes are divided into two halves, and then lightly merge into the moonlight, relaxed and freehand, without any stagnation.

Saint Xia Liya sat under a big cedar tree, holding the lamb in her arms, gently stroking its white fur, as if stroking soft snowflakes - the lamb insisted on following because it was worried about its master and Lingge being alone together. Although it later learned that Xinuo was there, wouldn't the two girls be more dangerous? So it had to stand up, but the flower protector.

A bit crazy.

Ling Ge expressionlessly withdrew his gaze from the lamb baring its teeth at him, his heart was calm. At this time, the two girls also noticed his presence, and Xino subconsciously stopped swinging his spear. The snowflakes around him froze for a moment, and then fell down one after another, as if the mountaintop had welcomed a long-lost snowstorm. The young girl knight stood in the snow and smiled brightly at the young man: "Good evening, Ling Ge, are you finally willing to come out and rest for a while? If you don't come out, Xiao Xia will go and pull you out."

Lingge looked at the shepherdess under the tree. The latter blushed and turned her head slightly away. Her eyes wandered, not daring to look at the young man. She only whispered to defend herself: "Because Lingge, you seem to be working too hard. In fact, there is no need to be so anxious. It is important to combine work and rest."

These words, which Lingge had used to persuade Olvera and Yieta, now turned into a boomerang and hit him.

"I think so."

Xino put away his spear and said to Lingge, "We all know that this matter is very important, but your attitude is indeed a bit anxious. This is not like your style, Lingge. What did Alice say, there is no use in being anxious? It is very appropriate in the current situation."

It's useless to be anxious... right? Ling Ge rubbed his brows. He did feel dizzy. He didn't feel it just now in the house, but now that he was on the top of the mountain and the wind blew, it was very strong. Just like Saint Xia Liya and Xino said, he had been forcing himself all this time. A liberal arts student insisted on doing the work of a science student, studying those complicated formulas, data and coordinates every day. How could he not be tired?

"Thank you for your reminder. I will pay attention to it." Linger nodded to the two girls, indicating that he remembered it, and then said with some hesitation: "But if possible, I hope you don't use Alice's words to persuade me. After all, it sounds... not convincing."

"Hahaha, is that so?"

Xinuo smiled cheerfully, obviously not taking Ling'er's words to heart, and even said something good for the golden-haired maid: "In fact, Alice can occasionally say some very philosophical things. Ling'er, you have too deep a prejudice against her."

Lingge was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "If some people can only say something philosophical occasionally, and most of the time they are talking nonsense, we generally call this kind of person...mental disorder."

"Is this a joke? Lingge, I didn't expect you to have such a humorous side."

Xino smiled even more happily, his eyes curved into crescents, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if covered with a layer of snow in the bright moonlight.

Saint Xia Liya under the tree blinked her eyes, looked at Lingge with an expressionless face on the left, and looked at Xino who was smiling happily on the right, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

It seems like I was a bit careless.

I thought Xino should be the least threatening person, but now it seems that is not the case.

I have heard that she once had a long talk with Ringer in the town of Ragram. The two hit it off immediately and had a great time talking to each other. But it was a pity that she was alone in the middle of the night and didn't ask about the world but about ghosts and gods (Alice's original words). At that time, she thought it was just a normal interaction between friends, but she didn't expect that it had turned into a dangerous trend.

I've only been on the island for a few months, but I already have such a rapport with Lingge!
You know, he has never told himself a joke before!
Although it's a cold joke, and an Alice joke...but it doesn't matter, just like Alice herself is unimportant!

It seems that it is necessary to raise Shino's danger level to the level of Yieta.

The shepherdess made her decision silently.

By the way, there are three levels in her alert list, and Yieta is stuck in the middle. Above her is Olvera, who has some strength and can be manipulated; below her are Rorona and Gloria, who also know their level and are just here to have fun. Only Yieta can't go up or down. You ask her to take the initiative to attack like Olvera, sorry, she can't do it; but you ask her to admit that she is a fun person like Rorona, and the most important thing is to participate, but she is not willing to do it, so she is stuck here, which is very embarrassing.

By the way, this list was drawn up at the suggestion of an authoritative person who did not want to reveal his name. Although the authoritative person with pink hair was still young, he had seen through the emotional entanglements in the world early on and was an expert in emotional issues. He had given advice to Saint Shallia many times and achieved outstanding results. She regarded him as her right-hand man and entrusted him with important tasks.

By the way, Saint Shallia doesn't know that, except for her, all the girls on Yunjingkong Island have a similar list in their hands, and it was drawn up with the help of an authoritative person who did not want to reveal his name. Even the names on the list have not changed, but the objects and their danger levels have been slightly adjusted according to the personal needs of the client.

Therefore, everyone who holds the list thinks that he or she is the most competitive person, and the others are just chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning...

An invisible black hand is quietly stirring up the vortex on the sky island while no one is aware of it, which is bound to cause huge waves, overturn the old structure and bring about new changes!
The lamb in Saint Xia Liya's arms suddenly shivered, and the girl lowered her head and looked at it with concern: "What's wrong, lamb? Are you cold? Why don't you go back to the house and rest?"

"Baa..." the lamb cried, with confusion and helplessness in its voice. It didn't know why, but it just felt a chill, as if something bad was happening.

At the same time, in Yunjingkong Island, inside Tianxin Church.

The pink-haired little girl who was concentrating on her homework suddenly raised her head with a thoughtful expression. After a while, she tilted her head and said, "Hey?"

The two friends were very confused and even a little horrified: "What's wrong, Metien, why are you laughing so happily?"

It must be terrifying to suddenly laugh out loud while doing homework!

"Nothing, I just feel like something good is going to happen~"

Give me some meow