Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1167 Is it very hard?

Olvera did not immediately agree to Lingge's sudden visit, but stood at the door and looked at him thoughtfully for a while, until the young man was a little puzzled and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you, Olvera?"

"nothing."

Princess Beman shook her head slightly and replied casually: "I was just thinking that it's finally my turn."

Linge didn't quite understand: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that after you went to look for Alice, then Xia-nee, then Xino, then Iyeta... finally it was my turn."

Olvera muttered softly, "I should have known earlier that I was always the last one. But even so, it's too late. We've already finished dinner."

Although she thought she was speaking quietly, it was still too clear in the quiet corridor. Lingge was embarrassed. He was late for a reason. Who asked a certain angel lady to use him as a pillow when taking a nap and sleep for the whole afternoon? When she woke up, it was dinner time. Lingge pushed the matter to after dinner, but he didn't expect it to cause Avra's dissatisfaction. It might be a bit serious to say that she was angry. Her Royal Highness just complained a few words and showed her girlish temper.

But this reason could not be said out loud. Ling Ge always felt that if he said it out loud, Olvera would really get angry. Now the only thing he was thankful for was that when he returned to the hotel with Yieta in his arms, Olvera was not there. Because of Alice, no one mentioned this matter at the dinner table. Otherwise, what would greet him at this moment would not be the princess's complaint, but a cold stare, right?

But, strangely, why am I worried about this? Why am I afraid of Ovella getting angry? And why do I suddenly feel guilty when facing her? This has never happened before.

This reminded Lingge of a point of view put forward by his instructor when he was studying history at Linwell University. He believed that every country has a unique temperament like humans, which is determined by its culture and history, and also conforms to the public's stereotype of it. If the temperament of the Great Britta Kingdom is innovation and tolerance, the temperament of the Mindreas Empire is rigorous and serious, and the temperament of Lesonwell is heroic and passionate, then the stereotype of the White City Republic may be a bit negative, that is, debauchery and unrestrained.

It is said that before the establishment of the republican system, there was a saying in the noble circles of the White City that "a real man should fall in love with at least seven women in his life, excluding his wife, of course." Inspired by this idea, young and passionate nobles usually maintain improper relationships with several or even dozens of women at the same time, and deliberately arrange the time of their trysts to avoid being exposed. They describe this behavior as "dancing on eggshells." Only the most shrewd, meticulous, and of course, the most romantic men can dance a gorgeous waltz.

I'm not that kind of person, am I? The young man quietly wiped his sweat. He should have said this with confidence, but for some reason he only dared to defend himself in his heart. Well, it's not because I feel guilty, it's just irrelevant to the topic at hand, he said to himself, and slowly let go of his worries.

By the way, to this day, the incidence of love murders in the White City Republic is still the highest in the Western Continent, and only one-fifth of the deaths are due to jealousy between men. What kind of cases did the rest occur in? If you check Ovira's Library of Truth, you may get a clear answer. Unfortunately, the young man was not very willing to do so and instinctively avoided the question.

Because I’m definitely not that kind of person.

He emphasized it again in his mind and convinced himself again. When he came to his senses, he found that Avra ​​was looking at him suspiciously. He was shocked and realized that he had been silent for a long time and had aroused the suspicion of this intuitive girl. Although he didn't know what she was suspicious of, the young man had already understood a law without any instruction: anything a woman suspected must be disadvantageous to a man.

He quickly changed the subject: "So, you knew I was coming to see you?"

This was a poor way to change the subject. Avella couldn't help but narrow her eyes and stare at the young man without blinking, like a most experienced interrogator. As long as the prisoner showed any strange expression on his face, she would read out the sentence against him in a cold and firm tone. Moreover, Lingge today was no longer the calm, rational and good at concealing his thoughts. He became more like a mortal. Since he was a mortal, he was not perfect and was prone to reveal flaws. If he was the old him, let alone Avella, even if ten people came at the same time and stared at him day and night, it would probably be useless.

Ling'er's eyelids twitched and he had a bad feeling.

If you continue like this, you'll be exposed sooner or later!
As for what was revealed, he didn't know, but his intuition told the young man that he should take action.

At this moment, Ling'er's brain was working rapidly. If we use a game to describe it, his intelligence was skyrocketing at an exponential rate. It is said that crisis can stimulate people's potential. Today, he really realized this. In less than half a second, he thought of a perfect strategy: retreat to advance!

"It seems that you are not able to entertain guests today." The young man turned around and pretended to leave: "I will come back another day."

"what."

Avella looked at this scene and couldn't help but open her mouth wide: Just leaving like that?
I'm not inconvenienced!
"Wait, wait a minute!" the girl shouted subconsciously.

Ling Ge also stopped at the right time and turned back with a puzzled look: "What's wrong, Ovella?"

Aoweila said with a frustrated look: "I'm not inconvenienced..."

"But you've been standing at the door for a long time, and you don't seem to want to invite me in?" Ling'er's hesitant and embarrassed look had become synonymous with pretentiousness in Princess Beman's eyes: "Are we going to talk about serious business in the corridor?"

Judging from his tone, if Avra ​​continued to be in a stalemate here, the young man might really turn around and leave, leaving her with only a chic back. But could Her Royal Highness allow that to happen? She had no intention of driving the young man away. Besides, Ling Ge had been chatting well with the others, but when it was her turn, he didn't even enter the door. If the news spread, would everyone think it was all Avra's fault?
Ah, how despicable! How despicable, Lingge! You actually used such words to bully me!
You were not like this before!

If I had just a little more time, I could have found out your flaws and found out what you are so guilty about... But you actually resorted to such a despicable trick to deal with me? Avella suddenly missed the old Ling Ge a little, but she quickly shook her head and dismissed this terrible idea. The old Ling Ge would not have used such words to squeeze her, but his truth was sometimes more hurtful, and he never knew what euphemism meant. It was common to be scolded two or three times when chatting with him, and he always looked as if it was a matter of course, making it so difficult for people to even refute him.

In general, it’s not a good thing!

Princess Beiman glared at Ling Ge angrily, then retracted her gaze, twisted the doorknob with hatred, and pushed the door open: "Humph, come in."

Lingge breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that even if this matter was dealt with, the price was that Ovella was annoyed.

But what would happen if I angered Ovella?
It shouldn't be a big deal, right?
Maybe I should say a few more nice words to coax her later?

This is not my strong point.

……

With mixed feelings, Lingge followed the girl into her room. However, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and suddenly didn't know where to go. He looked around and was speechless for a while. After a while, he asked, "Ovira, is this... your room?"

"Of course."

Avella replied in a matter-of-fact tone, but then she noticed that Ling'er's eyes were lingering on the papers and notes scattered around the room. She couldn't help blushing, and quickly squatted down, picked them up one by one, and folded them again, while she said a few words of excuse: "It's just that I've been busy recently, so I didn't take care of it carefully."

This isn't just a matter of neglect, is it?

Linger even saw a few manuscripts left behind the cabinet, covered with a thick layer of dust, and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He knew that although Princess Berman was not a mysophobe, she would not be as careless about her living environment as Alice, at least she maintained a normal cleaning frequency. Moreover, she cherished her books, manuscripts and notes very much, so how could she let them accumulate dust in the corner?

With such doubts, the young man also helped Avra ​​pick up the papers scattered on the floor, and collected those that were not easy to notice behind the cabinet. After dusting off the papers, he took a quick look. Every piece of paper had content recorded, but it was more or less. Some of them were full of both sides, while some were only two or three sentences. Although their handwriting was still beautiful, if you look closely, you can see some traces of haste and sloppiness. It can be seen that the recorder must have been in a low mood when writing, so that he neglected these basic skills.

Linger picked up the piece of paper with the least words and read it carefully. In fact, there was only one sentence on it: "…In this way, the traveler learned the truth of the world in the Holy Temple of Heaven outside the universe, and was attacked by a witch on the way back to the ground, and a girl died as a result."

As he read, he also unconsciously read it aloud. After he finished reading, he realized what was happening and looked up at Avella: "Is this the plot of your novel?"

Olvera had already collected the manuscripts scattered on the floor, sofa and other corners, and was about to bind them and seal them again. Hearing this, she paused slightly, then nodded silently.

"I see." After receiving her affirmative answer, Ling'er looked at the manuscript again with a complicated expression: "It has been written to this point. The progress... is very fast."

He flipped through other manuscripts and found that they all described the same plot, which was about travelers going to the Heavenly Temple in the distant universe, learning the truth about the goddess and the old world of Eden, and being attacked by witches on the way back. They managed to escape only under the desperate cover of Themis in the heaven. In fact, it was not too long ago, only half a month ago, but when the young man recalled it, he felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

The brief description is just like the previous sentence, which only takes less than fifty words to skip over a secret of the ancient world, the magnificent history and the ups and downs of the battle; and the longest description seems to be written from the beginning, that is, when they went to the northern Ashok Mountain Belt, came into contact with the mountain tribe, and used the celestial data left by Saint Tumi to calculate the ancient road of the stars. The recorder carefully crafted every detail in it, striving to make it close to the most real scene - after all, she was indeed an eyewitness to this story.

If it is a travelogue, the plot is too bold and unbelievable; if it is a novel, there are too many comparisons with reality, and those who are interested can even find a lot of evidence if they want to verify it; and if it is a fairy tale, at the end of the story, the kind and brave travelers were defeated by the evil and cruel witch and were forced to flee. The girl who was always wavering between emotion and responsibility made a choice that she would not regret in the end, but at the cost of her own life, and in fact nothing changed. Such an ending is cruel and children will not like it too much.

Of course, whether it is a brief description or a detailed description, whether it is a plot that the recorder deliberately wants to gloss over, or a plot that has to be written down for some reason, whether it is narrated in the tone of travel notes, novels or fairy tales... in fact, it is meaningless, because these manuscripts have been abandoned by their owners, and they are scattered on the floor, behind the cabinets and even under the sofa, silently gathering dust, and no one cares about them.

It was not until the young man who had been away for half a month came back here that he picked them up one by one. Through these words, he saw the confusion and helplessness of the recorder at that time. In the dim night, relying only on the light of a lantern, the pale-faced blonde girl kept writing the same content on the manuscript paper, and then kept discarding them and throwing them aside casually, as if that would erase a record. Those discarded manuscripts were like withered butterflies, flying in the air for a while, and finally fell lightly, dying weakly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "It must be very hard, Ovella?"

With her back to him, the slender figure did not waver at all. After a long while, Ling Ge finally heard a reply that seemed like an illusion: "Yeah."

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