Alice in the Land of Steam
Chapter 961: Take you to see someone?
A gorgeous galaxy shining with dark purple, azure and rose red passes overhead, across the dark slate blue dome, and parallel to the winding and undulating Eastern Alps under the night sky. The cleanest snowflakes on earth reflect the cleanest starlight outside the sky. So, whether you look up from the ground or look down from the sky, you can see the flashing and shining shadows of the galaxy. Its grandeur and magnificence are simply hard to imagine unless you see it with your own eyes.
Lingge sat on a bare boulder on the edge of the mountain top. This striped solid slate was so old that it seemed as if it had existed since the beginning of the snow-capped mountain. It had become extremely round and smooth after years of wind and frost. It treated every uninvited guest who stepped on it with a cautious and gentle attitude, and never let them feel the slightest bit of discomfort - snowflakes, humans, or those snow worms, white-necked round-jawed ants, winged lizards, etc. that crawled in the tiny cracks in the rocks.
In the past, people who were accustomed to walking on the earth often described dangerous areas such as snow-capped mountains, volcanoes or swamps as a barren land, believing that no living creature could survive in snowstorms at minus 30 degrees Celsius or molten lava at temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees. However, the magnificence of life lies in the fact that it is never limited by imagination. Even on a snow-capped peak 7,000 meters high, there is still thriving vitality, but ordinary people cannot see it with the naked eye.
The way out of life is not defined by humans, but is the power given by survival.
The young man lived quietly and harmoniously with these energetic little creatures. He did not dislike their strange shapes or ugly and annoying appearances at all. Sometimes, looking up at the starry night sky, he would even imagine that Saint Tumi was just like himself, guarding the lonely snow-capped peak for three years, with only the big cedar tree and these little creatures to keep him company.
When the saints finally exhausted the limits of human wisdom and calculated the revelation from the creator god from the complicated formulas and piles of boring texts, and decided to climb to the top of the Heavenly Path, they were the only witnesses, and witnessed the birth of the miracle earlier than everyone else. Perhaps at this moment, a snow filament worm that emerged from the cracks in the rocks, or a winged lizard lying not far away and staring at them curiously, still retained the memory of their ancestors about that scene in their tiny and simple minds?
It is so far away that it is unimaginable, but there are always some things that will be inherited, not through blood, but through the memory of the entire population, an emotion called resonance.
Can humans resonate with tiny insects and imagine the distant universe together?
The young man didn’t know, he just looked up, quietly admiring the stars flowing quietly in the night sky, and for a moment he was immersed in the longevity and mystery that could not be experienced in the civilized world.
After completing her daily spearmanship practice, Shino was leaning against the trunk of a large cedar tree, breathing rhythmically, short and long, in order to regulate her body's state after the intense exercise; Saint Shallia was sitting next to her, stroking the lamb's hair with one hand and pointing to a constellation in the Milky Way with the other, softly telling the lamb the names and origins of those constellations, as well as the special meanings they were given in the legends of the Moryas.
Throughout the ages, every wandering nation, whether it is the Moryas who are not welcomed by the civilized world, the Wind Chasers who chase the north wind on the Lessenwell Prairie, or the Rosettas, the oldest nation in the White City, have more or less passed down legends about constellations, and even worshipped the constellations as gods. This may be because the stars not only guide the wanderers, but also provide an inextricable spiritual sustenance.
For the lonely wanderers in this world, the only things that can accompany them forever are the eternal stars in the night sky.
The snowflakes blown by the wind carried the smell of the mountains, heavy and ancient. The young man sat for a while, emptying his mind, thinking nothing, just quietly immersed in this atmosphere. Gradually, he felt that his body was no longer so tired. It was clearly below zero temperature, but it was as warm as bathing in hot spring water. His brain was clearer than ever before. It seemed that the fatigue brought by burying himself in the pile of books and formulas was washed away by the wind and snow on the top of the mountain.
It seems that the practice methods of those ascetic monks in ancient times may be reasonable. A comfortable environment can corrupt people's minds, while loneliness and solitude can sharpen people's spirits.
He slowly stood up, brushed off the snow on his head and clothes, scared away the winged lizard that had been staring at him, and rolled into a crack in the rock. He shook his tail twice and disappeared. The young man didn't take it seriously. He was about to tell Saint Xia Liya and Xino and go back to the stone house to continue the surveying work. At this time, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the mountain road where they came from.
The three of them turned their heads and saw Sister Livia carrying a bamboo basket and walking slowly towards the top of the mountain. She was still wearing the pure black nun's uniform, which formed a sharp contrast with the white snow under her feet. She wore a scarf and thick cotton gloves to keep warm. Her brilliant golden hair, which could not be covered by a black veil, fell down like a waterfall. As she walked forward, it fluttered gently in the night wind, bathed in the bright moonlight and pure starlight, and it was like a broken string on a lyre, shining.
The blue eyes were as clear and flawless as the sky after the rain, reflecting the faces of several people. Sister Livia slowly stopped, bowed her head slightly, and saluted them: "Good evening, Mr. Lingge, Miss Saint Xia Liya, and Miss Xinuo."
The golden people of the sea-blue world are so elegant and noble that they are captivating.
"Good evening, Miss Livia." Saint Xia Liya greeted her and asked, "Are you responsible for delivering food tonight?"
"Yes, Miss Shesta has carefully prepared delicious cream of mushroom stew and fresh yokan tonight. She feels that it cannot be enjoyed by everyone in the hotel alone, so she asked me to bring a portion to everyone. I hope you can feel her kindness."
Sister Livia raised the bamboo basket in her hand and gestured with a gentle and calm smile: "In addition, she also told me to make sure to write down your needs so that I can prepare them in time. Her original words were: Do you have enough clothes to change? Are the beddings too cold? I am usually very tired at work. Do you need to prepare some desserts to reward you? So, if you have any needs in this regard, you can tell me. After I go back, I will convey it to Miss Shesta."
Lingge and Xino were speechless after hearing this, while Saint Xia Liya held her forehead helplessly: "Shesta is still so worried. We clearly told her that the mountain people of the Wusu tribe will help us prepare three meals a day, but she always asks you to deliver the meals. If Chief Wilhelm and Elder Aina knew about this, they might suspect that we despise the hospitality of the mountain people."
Sister Livia said with a smile: "Miss Shesta said that the taste of home is always different from the taste of the outside world. I believe those mountain people should be able to understand."
The taste of home?
Lingge and Saint Charleja were both touched, while Xino raised his head slightly and saw the ancient knight's seat in the night sky. In this season, the brightest constellation that can be seen on the Grindelwald Field should be it. To be honest, she suddenly missed her life in the Chardoli Manor, the craftsmanship of the old butler Weber, the silent family motto at the table, and occasionally received a warm invitation from the townspeople in the town of Regrum to taste their home-cooked meals... After leaving her hometown for several months, because of Sister Livia's casual words, the wanderer finally felt a little sad. The nun chose a slightly flat place under a big cedar tree, spread out the light blue plaid tablecloth covering the bamboo basket, and then took out the cream mushroom stew and fresh yokan from the basket. The proprietress also thoughtfully prepared wooden spoons and wooden bowls. Everyone sat around under the tree, tasting the proprietress's craftsmanship while listening to Sister Livia telling what happened on Yunjingkong Island during the days they were away.
Basically, there was no difference from usual. Olvera concentrated on her creation and occasionally went to take care of the violets she planted, but she could never wait for them to bloom; Ieta stayed in the windmill tower room all day, using a telescope to spy on everyone's lives, as if she had awakened an extraordinary hobby; Lorena stayed indoors, concentrating on studying her new products. Since it was an important matter commissioned by Ringer, no one disturbed her, and occasionally she could be seen in the hotel kitchen late at night; Alice was still noisy, and without the restraint of Ringer and Saint Charlia, she became even more excessive, making everyone miserable; but in the middle, the righteous pirate lady Gloria came out to uphold justice, challenged her to a duel in a pirate way, and shot Alice dead with one shot, bringing precious peace to everyone.
Lingge also asked about his sister's current situation, worrying that when he was away, Metien might be affected by external factors and become a bad child. However, this worry was obviously unnecessary. Sister Livia told Lingge very confidently that Metien was very well behaved, eating and sleeping on time every day, and completing homework well. At this moment, she was still doing homework in Tianxin Church. What do you have to worry about with such a self-disciplined sister?
But the young people were worried about external factors, such as the bad friends around the pink-haired girl, Shemi and Leticia, who were easy to learn but easy to learn, were they as well-behaved as Metien? Moreover, without Sister Livia's supervision, would those two guys stay and do their homework? I'm afraid they have already become corrupted with Alice!
"No." Sister Livia smiled faintly when she heard this: "Because before I left, I had already entrusted the Countess to look after them for me."
Then they probably won't have much chance to learn bad things.
Lingge was completely relieved.
Sister Livia chatted with the others for a while, and when she was sure they had no other needs, she was about to leave, but the young man stopped her and told her not to leave in a hurry and to wait a little longer, because -
"I need your help with something, Miss Livia."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Sister Livia was a little surprised and embarrassed: "If it's about surveying and mapping the star map, I'm sorry I can't help you, because I haven't learned the knowledge in this area."
Sister Livia grew up in a poor family and could not afford the tuition. Although she later became a child of the True Spirit and was able to enter the choir of St. Annville Cross Church, she only learned religious books and consecration songs. She might be an expert in theology and religious studies, but she was completely semi-illiterate in science, literature or art, and she was still at the stage of "heard of but not understood".
Well, despite this, she is still considered a highly educated person on Yunjingkong Island. After all, she has a theology certificate, just like Miss Shesta who somehow got herself a bartender qualification certificate, which is a professional expertise.
Going up, there are old ladies like Countess Nevile and the proprietress Shesta... ahem, older people who are very knowledgeable and experienced, and their level of knowledge can no longer be measured by academic qualifications and certificates; going down, there are people like Medien, Ieta or Gloria, who have some insights in their areas of expertise, but only remain at paper knowledge, and their level is volatile.
By the way, Olvera and Alice are two exceptions.
The former is external because knowledge cannot represent her, on the contrary, she represents knowledge. The latter is purely because no one can see through her. To say that she is cultured is a bit disingenuous; to say that she is uncultured, sometimes she can come up with some strange and bizarre knowledge, so she can only be regarded as external.
It seems like we've gone a bit off track, so let's get back to the topic.
"It has nothing to do with that matter." After listening to Sister Livia's concerns, Ling Ge explained: "We just want you to meet someone."
"Meeting someone?"
Sister Livia was thoughtful. In this cold winter, snowy and desolate mountain, besides Lingge and other outsiders, only the Wusu tribe was still active in the Osor Mountains. Sister Livia had seen the people on Yunjingkong Island before, so she definitely didn't need a special introduction. So, the person that Mr. Lingge wanted her to meet should be the mountain people of the Wusu tribe.
As for the reason... I heard that the mountain folks here all believe in the father of the mountains, the origin of the great abyss, and the protector of the three valleys: Mountain Father Daizun. Although the Mountain Folk Guard was established not long ago, it is an orthodox branch recognized by the animism system and has a close relationship with the saints. Could it be for this matter?
But last time, when Mr. Lingge and others visited the Wusu tribe, didn’t they reach an agreement with them? What else do they need to do now?
Sister Livia was full of confusion, but she didn't say it out loud. She just nodded slightly to show that she understood. Linger didn't give a more detailed explanation, because whether it was as he guessed, Livia would know when she met Songtaya. In this matter, she should be the most qualified person to make a judgment. Before, when Songtaya was arrested on Yunjingkong Island, Sister Livia was praying in Tianxin Church, so the two did not meet.
This is a good opportunity to clarify things. (End of this chapter)
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