Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1132 Not gentle at all?

Linger stood in front of the door, watching Carson Borg's back go away, gradually disappearing at the end of the street and walking into the dark forest.

Night gradually fell, but there was no distinction between day and night in the Evernight Forest, so people could only judge the time by the gradually lit up luminous mushrooms and mosses. Phosphorus mosses would emit a faint yellow light at night, and the luminous mushrooms would not wake up until the moon rose to the zenith, and their light seemed to be bright silver. There was also a kind of cyst that was similar to a firefly, but the tail would release a dark red light, and it was as erratic as a will-o'-the-wisp, and it would only appear at dawn.

Compared with the light from these natural creatures, the street lights on the Whale Sky Island, the candlelight in the Tianxin Church, and the orange-yellow flames in the Fairy Deep Sleep Hotel are undoubtedly warmer and will attract all souls immersed in darkness to approach involuntarily. But this is not the case for Gray Hill Eagle. Although he also longs for a light in the dark night, he can only feel at ease when he is with his companions.

So, he declined Ling's invitation to dinner and decided to return to his companions, like a flag, guiding them as always.

Although he still had many questions to ask, Lingge knew that now was not the time to rush, so he did not force him to stay. He just thought that he could ask the proprietress to send some food to the Ash Guerrillas later. It didn't need to be too rich. A bowl of hot cream soup should be enough for these tenacious warriors.

Only after Carson Borg was completely out of sight did the young man withdraw his gaze and walk into the church. At this time, a figure also walked out from behind the goddess's statue. It was a girl with gray hair and gray eyes, dressed simply and with a cold expression. On her shoulder was a gray-feathered falcon with snow-white feathers. This bird, which is widely distributed in the coastal areas of the western continent, has a pair of blue eyes like the distant sea. Depending on its growth status, the color of its pupils will change back and forth between dark blue and light blue. This gray-feathered falcon was obviously well taken care of by its owner, so its pupils were the purest clear blue, like transparent glass, clearly reflecting the swaying candlelight in the church and the young man who was gradually walking out of the range of the fire.

The gray-haired girl reached out her hand and gently tickled the beak of the gray-feathered falcon, while she sneered, "It seems that you are already well-known in the East Continent, the 'brave rebel', Mr. Ling."

She mocked the young man with Carson Borg's words, but Linger was unmoved and just shook his head: "This is not a good thing."

"I am really happy and a little disappointed that you would say that." Bai Ye raised his lips and said, "Solomon is indeed a sinister old venomous snake. He is very capable, but this ability only serves his own ambitions. Even the Witch Society misjudged him and was bitten back by this venomous snake. If you don't stay alert to him, maybe one day, those words of praise will become poisonous fangs and bite through your neck?"

At this point, she looked at the young man's neck with ill intentions, slightly grinned, and deliberately squeezed out a tender red tip of her tongue from between a row of white and neat teeth, licking gently along the edge of the teeth, as if she was thinking about where to start to get a better taste. This aggressive look made Ling Ge couldn't help but tilt his head and avoid her sight. His expression was quite unnatural, perhaps because he remembered a certain daring little vampire.

"I'll just take this as a friendly reminder." He replied dryly: "Thank you."

"whispering sound."

Seeing that he was indifferent to his provocation, Bai Ye felt quite bored. He snorted coldly and said, "Don't say thank you. It will only make me sick. It's better to leave it to that little fool Gloria. She loves to hear these disgusting things the most."

Well said. When will you replace Gloria?
Ling Ge thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He was even more afraid that Bai Ye would see through his current thoughts from the details, so he forced himself to change his mind and began to think about what Solomon's intention was. It sounds like he has been paying attention to the movements of Ling Ge and his group for a long time, at the latest when he met Gundaruf in the Virtual Root Swamp. This is not surprising. The question is why he praised Ling Ge so highly? Could it be that he really thinks that the hope of fighting against the Witch Society will fall on him?

Mostly just an excuse.

Even if Carson Borg took it seriously, Ling would not take it seriously.

Perhaps for the people of the East Continent, "becoming the next Solomon" is a glorious honor. Although this famous "Father of Magic" came from the West Continent and was once a member of the Witch Society, he was able to resolutely rebel against the society, give up the past, and choose a path to fight against evil and tyranny. Without firm awareness and lofty beliefs, I'm afraid it would be impossible to make such a choice? Therefore, those who know the above deeds all feel recognition and admiration for him.

However, in the minds of those in the know, Solomon is by no means such a tall image. On the contrary, all his actions, logic and motives are worthy of vigilance.

Did Solomon really betray the Witch Society because he was dissatisfied with what the society did? He is indeed one of the few defectors in the history of the society since its establishment, and perhaps the one with the greatest influence. However, according to Gloria, the real reason for his betrayal was that the society proposed the policy of "replacing magic with magic guides" in the plan to cut off magic power, aiming to further reduce the magic concentration of Mirror Star, which was intolerable to Solomon. His contribution to becoming a philosopher came from the establishment of the magic standard system. The basic unit of magic was formulated based on the magic concentration of the parallel rose, which is the O'S that is still used today, which further standardized the magic system. He himself was also known as the "Father of Modern Magic" and was called one of the greatest magicians of the new era together with "Magic Ancestor" Merlin Ambrosius, "Minister of Magic" Ursula, and "Grand Magician" Nicolas Flamel.

It was obvious that he must have enjoyed the honor brought by this title so much that he raised fierce objections at that meeting, but at least, in the Witch Association at that time, philosophers who had a clear understanding of the necessity of wizardry replacing magic accounted for the majority, so they rejected Solomon's objections with an overwhelming advantage during the voting stage.

The most exciting part of the whole incident happened just like this - on the same day that the meeting ended, Solomon defected with most of the confidential information about the magic system within the association. His decision and action were so fast that Gloria couldn't help but sigh when she saw this, suspecting that the father of magic had actually planned it long ago. Even if not now, he would defect at some point in the future, and this meeting just accelerated the process.

Because what he enjoyed was the process of being worshipped as the "father of modern magic", but there were too many "philosophers" of the same level as him in the society. In addition to Merlin, Ursula and Nicolas Flamel, who were also magicians, there were also "beast wizard" Aleister Crowley, who promoted the magic system, "Saint" Joan of Arc, "Red Bearded King" Barbarossa, and "Marshal" Napoleon, who were no less famous in the secular world. This seemed to make him feel that he was buried, or suppressed. The seeds of rebellion had been planted long ago, and Solomon's subsequent actions confirmed this. He couldn't wait to usurp the leadership of the secret organization Seeking Knowledge Society, renamed it the Truth Society, and then held the so-called "Magic Conference" in the name of the Truth Society, revealing the existence of the Witch Society to the mysterious world and promoting its harmfulness, rendering it as an evil force capable of destroying the world - in a sense, it fits the fear of magicians at that time day and night. Thus, the Thirteen Hermits were established. From then on, behind all the actions of the magic world and the secular world to fight against the Witch Society, there were signs of this man's participation. From the Battle of Luomuye to the Battle of Sustainment, from the Battle of Misty River to the unplanned assassination, he almost experienced every war and conspiracy of that era.

But the war ended with the magicians being slaughtered and dying, falling in droves like wheat fields harvested in autumn. The conspiracy ended with the magicians' status in the secular world plummeting, from guests of honor to notorious criminals. In the process, magicians more powerful than Solomon died one after another, and only he escaped every crisis of death and made his status higher and higher, until he became the leader of all magicians and the writer of the Thirteen Hermits - the de facto head and core.

The magic world was getting weaker and weaker, while Solomon was getting stronger and stronger. When the former declined to a certain extent and the latter became stronger to a certain extent, he naturally proposed to go to the East Continent, unite with other forces, and jointly resist the Witch Society. This not only allowed him to escape the liquidation from the Witch Society after the war, but also earned him great reputation in the East Continent. No one called this behavior an escape, but praised the foresight and wisdom of the father of magic.

Just imagine, a magician from the Western Continent was able to gain a place in the Eastern Continent's "Holy Alliance" which was centered around extraordinary people and aliens. Didn't he encounter obstacles from opponents, attackers, and people with bad intentions? If you think about where those people went, you will understand how terrible Solomon's methods were... and how secretive they were.

If he was just deep-minded and unscrupulous, but not as meticulous as a magician, it was not entirely true. At least, before Lingge and others came to the East Continent due to various accidents, he had already spread the deeds of the young priest in this land. Whether he really believed that those people would come here one day, or he just tested and made a move, at least he could clearly realize that the key to fighting the Witch Society was not in the West Continent, but in the East Continent.

His identity as a philosopher gave him more experience than others in deducing the motives and intentions of the Witch Society.

They will meet one day, Lingge only hopes that day will come later, at least after he has thoroughly understood the situation in the East Continent and has a certain understanding of Solomon and his Thirteen Hermits. In that way, he will not fall into a trap without knowing the reason and become a pawn of Solomon.

The young man suppressed his complicated thoughts and returned to reality. He looked up and found that Bai Ye had walked to the altar without knowing when. She stood behind the altar where he usually preached to the believers, looking down at him with her gray eyes. She had no expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with doubt and questioning.

“Sorry.” For some reason, seeing this look, Ling Ge apologized subconsciously: “I’ve been thinking about it for too long…”

"Do you think I'm mad about something as stupid as this?"

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Bai Ye said with disdain, then she felt that her tone seemed a little too casual, and it seemed that she had a good relationship with Ling Ge, so she put on a stern face again and said in the tone she usually used to scold the little fool Gloria: "Have you forgotten the purpose of calling me here?"

Lingge was stunned when he heard this.

"It seems that you really forgot, or are you pretending to be confused?" Bai Ye sneered, "In the beginning, it was you who asked me to hide behind the statue of the goddess and use the power of the mind to test the guy named Carson Borg to see if what he thought and said were from the heart. Of course, I didn't object. On the contrary, I agreed. Otherwise, I wouldn't listen to you and hide behind him like a fool for half an hour. But that guy has been gone for so long, and you never asked me what the result was. Instead, you began to think about countermeasures based on the premise that the information revealed by that guy is true and correct. Haven't you considered that he is completely deceiving you, because your first question has exposed the fact that you know nothing about this continent, and we do have interests worth his pursuit, so it is not impossible for him to weave lies and deliberately deceive for this? Or do you think that as the leader of the Ash Guerrillas and a rebel soldier who resists the invasion of the enemy country, he is morally upright and will not lie to outsiders like us? Or -"

She leaned forward slightly, her short gray hair falling from her ears, her gray pupils fixed on the young man's face: "Are you feeling guilty about your unwarranted suspicion of others, so you deliberately avoid this result? If the result proves that you are wrong, you will feel even more guilty; and if the result proves that you are right, you will also be disappointed. My God, Lingge."

She straightened up again, spread her hands, and said in a deliberately exaggerated tone: "When did you become so gentle and considerate? Or, as Xinuo said, this is neither gentleness nor consideration -"

"But weakness?"

call--

The wind blew in through the half-open church door, making the doors, windows, tables and chairs rattle.

The shadows elongated by the candlelight are reflected on the stained glass windows, swaying in the intricate and gorgeous painted patterns, just like the shadows in the heart, baring their fangs and claws.

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