Alice in the Land of Steam

When she woke up the next day, Ovella found that Linger had been looking at her with strange eyes. She was worried and suspected that she had said something strange in her sleep last night, so she tried to ask him indirectly, but Linger was very vigilant and just brushed the topic off without revealing any useful information.

Then when she went downstairs to eat, Ovella discovered that Saint Xia Liya and Gloria (actually Bai Ye) were also looking at her with strange eyes, and she felt even more uneasy. Gloria was fine, but why did Sister Xiao Xia react like this? Could she have... discovered something! ?

For example, although Princess Beman felt that she had a legitimate reason for Lingge sleeping in her room last night, her friends, including Saint Xia Liya, probably wouldn't believe it. In order to prevent this situation, she deliberately asked Lingge to go downstairs first, and waited in the room for more than ten minutes before pretending to be in bed and coming late. Could it be that Sister Xiaoxia's intuition is so sensitive that she can see through my carefully arranged disguise?

not necessarily.

My plan is perfect. If there is any flaw, it cannot be my fault. That's right, it must be Ling's fault!

No matter what the facts were, once the subject of responsibility was identified, Ovilla could not only blame Lingge with peace of mind, but she also went a step further and glared at the young man, making him feel a little confused, wondering how he had offended Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Well, although she kept making "hehehe" laughter while sleeping last night, which made Ling Ge a little sleepless, and he looked at her twice more after waking up, it's not a big deal. Not to mention that I deliberately changed the subject because I was concerned about her image. I'm so considerate, I can't be complained about? That's even more unfair than Alice's words about snow in June.

Speaking of Alice, she was still at the table today, and she was not forced to leave by Saint Xia Liya, but she took the initiative to walk out of the room, and she didn't even stay in bed. From her mental state, she seemed to be much better than yesterday, at least she was no longer depressed and autistic. The person sitting next to her was supposed to be Saint Xia Liya, but after Metien whispered a few words to her sister Xiao Xia, the two exchanged seats. The pink-haired girl asked Alice for game skills with great interest, and was ready to surprise the friends she just met during today's missionary work.

Perhaps it was Metien's sincere inquiry that touched the heart of the talented player; or perhaps it was because this involved her professional field, and she was the only one in the entire Whale Island who could help Metien. In short, Alice's reaction was not as taciturn as yesterday. She answered Metien's questions in a low voice, and occasionally put down the food in her hand and taught her how to operate it. Although there was no game console in front of her and she could only conduct imaginary training, Metien studied very seriously, which made Alice also get involved.

It seems that she is gradually coming out of that autistic state and no longer indulging in sadness and self-blame. But Ling Ge knows that the most fundamental problem has not been solved. As long as Alice does not give up her obsession to repair the game console, she will still be the lonely patient who is unwilling to face reality. The departure of Themis took away the proudest and most persistent side of her life, and what was left was just the residue.

If she cannot face reality, she will never be able to return to being the proud, confident and talented player she once was.

This will be a long process, but no matter what, being willing to change is a good start, and I hope it will lead to a good ending.

Lingge lowered his head and put a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, not noticing that someone in a corner of the dining table was looking at him with meaningful eyes.

Alice is not the only one who needs to step out of her loneliness and face reality.

Bai Ye recalled his experience in his dream last night, his communication with Avra, and the words she said to comfort him.

Everyone likes White Night...right?

Maybe it's true. After all, this island lacks everything except good people and fools. Even if she is just an inner personality born from a curse, they hope that she can be happy and are willing to help her be happy.

But what if they knew that the girl named Bai Ye was just a coward who escaped reality in the name of her inner personality and didn't even dare to face her true identity? In comparison, although Gloria was silly and always troubled by so many identities and memories, she might be more suitable to be the girl's king than herself.

So what Ovella said is actually not wrong, people who shouldn’t exist shouldn’t be happy.

Bai Ye is the person who shouldn't exist.

"Hey." She suddenly called out in her heart: "Little silly Gloria, it's time to get up and eat."

"Well, ah, okay, I...haah, I'll be right there..." A slow reply came from the consciousness space. She was always like this, not in a hurry for anything, even if that matter was closely related to her. This won't do, silly Gloria, how are you going to take on the responsibility of being a young queen? You can't always rely on the people around you, on that young man who can never learn to be cold and ruthless, right? Sometimes, he would feel tired.

But it's okay to depend on me.

Because we are two sides of the same coin. At least, I will never disappear before I help you find happiness...

"Ah, Bai Ye." Her consciousness sank, and Gloria's consciousness rose. When they passed each other in a warm sea of ​​light, Gloria suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "I had a very strange dream last night. Do you want to listen to it? You are very interested in dreams, right? Don't you want to know what I dreamed about?"

"Not interested." Bai Ye replied coldly.

"Oh." Gloria was a little disappointed and didn't mention the matter again until the end of breakfast.

But does she know?

The inner personality cannot dream, so she has never dreamed.

Those things she thought were dreams were actually... curses.

The faint sigh echoed in the lonely sea, but gradually sank and disappeared without a trace. …

In the next few days, Lingge did not leave the hotel, but stayed in Avella's room, working with her to collect and organize the intelligence. It turned out that even with his assistance, this task was still not so easy to complete. The three days given by Avella was just a joke. Of course, it didn't take three months, a week would be enough.

When the young man compiled the carefully compiled intelligence into a book and handed it to Carson Borg, as he expected, the leader of the rebels was first stunned and incredulous. He was shocked by the detailed information recorded in the book, which was as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Then he was ecstatic. He thought of his own plan. If this information was true, then the actions of the Ash Guerrillas would no longer be just a reckless adventure. They could firmly grasp the chance of victory in their own hands, and the increasingly corrupt situation in the Ansus region would surely usher in a new turning point.

The premise is...

He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him with a complex look of joy, suspicion and anxiety. He certainly trusted Lingge's character and the basis of cooperation between the two sides. But after all, the matter was of great importance, involving the liberation of the Ansers region and the lives of hundreds of soldiers. He could not let his personal feelings affect his judgment. Therefore, verification and inquiry were necessary. He needed a clear answer: "Mr. Lingge, could this information be--"

"I'm sorry I can't elaborate on the source of the information, but it's all true. Even the information held by the Seventeenth Legion itself cannot be more detailed or more true than the information in your hands."

Linger was not exaggerating. The 17th Legion was a huge entity, but it was also divided into many different factions and departments. This was a common problem that every large organization had. Factions and departments did not necessarily share all intelligence. Normally, this would not cause any problems. However, in Olvera's library, intelligence was one-way transparent. Therefore, this information gap based on the organizational structure would become a crucial factor affecting the battlefield.

"If you don't believe me, you can check it out, Mr. Carson."

Linger continued, "Some of the intelligence cannot be faked, such as the location of enemy strongholds, troop distribution, and logistics channels. As far as I know, you have been summoning the guerrillas who are scattered all over the place recently, and actively contacting other resistance organizations in the Ansers region, right? Perhaps you are ready to launch the next operation, but before that, you might as well consider my suggestion. If you can use this intelligence on the battlefield, perhaps your actions will achieve unexpected results, which is what I expect."

Although the actions of the Ash Guerrillas were secretive, they could not be hidden from Linger's eyes. Whether it was when Metien treated the injuries of their members or when the proprietress sent support materials on behalf of Yunjingkong Island, some obvious changes could be observed and reported to Linger. Metien told his brother that there were more wounded who needed treatment, and they were obviously not the same batch as the previous wounded. Their injuries should have been caused recently; and the proprietress told Linger that Regina, who was responsible for contacting Yunjingkong Island on behalf of the Ash Guerrillas, had frequently made requests for material support recently, and both the quantity and type of support required were increasing. They were expanding their camp to accommodate more members, and even established a temporary command post and training ground on the spot.

In addition, the Countess, who occasionally left the Whale Sky Island and patrolled the forest—of course, she called this behavior a walk after dinner. In fact, the Countess could not fully trust these new allies, so she secretly observed their movements under this name—and observed some unfamiliar faces entering the camp of the Ash Guerrillas. Most of them were dusty, serious and tired, and seemed to have traveled a long way to get here. But the Countess was sure that these people were definitely not members of the Ash Guerrillas, because "the smell is different." She said, "As warriors, some are brave and fearless, and take pride in fighting; some are meticulous and make decisions after planning. Similar people gather together, and they are called companions. And the smell of those guys and the smell of the Ash Guerrillas, although they are on the same road, are definitely not the same kind of people."

They are on the same path, but they are not the same kind of people. So, their identities are self-evident.

According to the young man's estimation, within this week, the Ash Guerrilla has recalled more than 500 members who were scattered all over the place. Don't underestimate this number. You have to know that these are not 500 ordinary people, but 500 warriors. Moreover, they are the most determined warriors who know that they will go to the battlefield after accepting the call, but still rush to the battlefield without hesitation. The power they can exert on the battlefield is absolutely not comparable to that of ordinary troops.

For the Ash Rangers who had just experienced a disastrous defeat, these members might be their last resort. Throwing them all into this operation represented the determination of the Ashhill Eagles, but on the other hand, it was also a heavy responsibility. As a leader, he had to be responsible for every one of his companions, no matter how cautious he was. Therefore, it was normal to be suspicious of the information provided by Lingge, and it did not mean that he did not trust his allies.

Both parties understand this principle, so they can communicate with an open and sincere attitude.

After a brief thought, Carson Borg accepted the information. In fact, he had already secretly believed its authenticity. First, there was no need for the young man to tell such a lie that could be easily exposed; second, the information was too detailed, so detailed that even if it was fabricated, it would require a deep enough understanding of the objects mentioned in it. Lingge and his party had just arrived in the East Continent, and most of the information about this area was learned from Carson Borg. Could they have fabricated such detailed false information without knowing anything about it?

I'm afraid writing a novel is not that easy.

In contrast, Carson Borg would rather believe that they used some special methods to obtain this information. It sounds incredible, but there are similar examples. For example, the high-sequence masters of the priest path are said to have the power of prophecy and divination; in addition, holy relics such as wishing machines and magic mirrors can achieve the same effect. However, these extraordinary abilities and holy relics are without exception, and the side effects are great. The wishing machine will distort the wishes and transform the user into a mindless monster after fulfilling the wish; the mysterious magic mirror is even more terrifying with its power, and it is said to have wiped out an ancient country overnight.

Mr. Ling, for the cause of the Ash Guerrilla's liberation, can you really go this far? Obviously, whether this land is free or not has nothing to do with him, a person from the Western Continent.

He is worthy of being the true believer praised by Solomon, the father of magic, and a truly strong man who dares to unite with the cult to fight against it and has repeatedly won.

Thinking of this, Carson Borg couldn't help but look at the young man deeply, and felt deep admiration for him from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, in the distant Fairy Sleep Inn, a princess suddenly sneezed.

"What's going on? Do I have a cold?" She rubbed her red nose, looking depressed. Because she was in the same room with a young man who didn't understand romance, she had been very careful about her sleeping posture in recent days. She should not have kicked the quilt, so how could she catch a cold?

"I don't think so." The bartender behind the bar also said seriously: "Because idiots don't catch colds."

"Oh."

"Ah."

Something seems wrong.

But nothing seems to be wrong. (End of this chapter)