Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1245: Has the rebellious period arrived?
The Gray Hill Eagle just felt it was pathetic and ridiculous.

While they were fighting hard on the front lines, just to win a free and bright future for this land, the politicians in the rear had already estimated the price for it and found a buyer. For a moment, he even felt that those disheartened people were right. Even if they won the war, they would not get what they wanted, but only let the gray hills have a new owner.

So why fight? Are they fighting for themselves, or for those high-ranking people? The flags of the Governor's Office change back and forth, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the interests.

Although this thought only lasted for a moment and was quickly lost in the depths of his consciousness, General Fransander still noticed it, or rather he deduced it. It was a very simple truth that it was impossible for anyone to remain indifferent in the face of such news. Even if that person's will was as firm as a rock, it would occasionally be overturned by unexpected waves.

But he had no way to comfort her, let alone make any promises, because he was a soldier, and only a soldier. His duty was to obey orders and win the war, and he didn't need to consider anything else. Perhaps some people only regarded the army as a stepping stone for their advancement, and they still wanted to gain a place in their political career. But Fransander was not that kind of person. It was because he was pure enough that he was able to win the victory over the Axis powers; similarly, it was because he was too pure that he became the first and only general to be held accountable after the war.

Perhaps it was the experience that gave the general some different insights, or perhaps it was the character of the Eagle of Gray Hill that resonated with him. After a little hesitation, General Fransander made a decision he had never made before. He violated his pure position that he had always adhered to, and used words to remind the leader of the rebels who might be powerful but still immature in politics: "Your Majesty's move was also out of helplessness. He did not want the power of the Earl of the North to expand again, but was forced by the situation. Only by relying on the Northern Army can Gray Hill be liberated..."

Grayhill Eagle was thoughtful after hearing this. This sentence seemed to excuse the old king, but the focus should be on the previous sentence... The old king also did not want to see the power of the Earl of the North expand again.

"You mean—" He looked tentatively at General Fransander.

The latter did not beat around the bush and directly proposed: "After the war, if Gray Hill can be successfully liberated and the rebels perform well, I will suggest that Your Majesty grant you the city of Suare as a buffer zone between the new Northern Earldom and Gray Hill Earldom. The name of the Borg family, the defender of the church, is enough to support a new earldom. I believe Your Majesty will also be happy to see you curb the power of the Northern Earl for him."

really.

Katzenberg couldn't help but think: This is what politics is.

He wanted to say, "That's not what I want", but he couldn't say it no matter what, because he knew in his heart that even if he didn't need this earldom, the Borg family did, the Liberators Front and the warriors who trusted and followed him did, and even the people living on this land did, because the Eagle of Gray Hill was their ideal lord, who would neither be too indifferent to his people like the Earl of the North, nor too harsh on his people like the Earl of Gray Hill. Once this news spread, even if Carson Borg himself refused, there would be countless people who would want to push him to that position.

So, so-called politics is giving you things you don’t need, but you have to accept them.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, but that was not a rejection. Rather, he didn't know how to describe his current mood. If he felt it was sad and ridiculous when he heard the previous news, then now it was probably... ridiculous and sad.

"Don't think too much." General Fransander said, "In fact, we have no choice. The only thing we can do is to win this war first."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Yes, no matter what the future holds, at least for now, they just need to win this war. Sometimes, war is simpler than anything else in the world. No wonder some people worship killing and crave destruction. Looking at the general's back, Grayhill Eagle couldn't help but think, but suddenly he was shocked and realized that this thought was some kind of uncontrolled force that was eroding his soul. The omnipresent eyes were staring at him coldly, waiting for the moment when he would reveal his flaws.

The moment he realized the truth, he felt a surge of intense pain. Carson Borg covered his cheeks fiercely, and his nails scratched five bloody marks on his temples. His roar was stuck in his swollen throat, and turned into a whimper like a trapped animal, which flowed out from between his twisted fingers. Roglia, the former god of night, had always been there, always watching him. His stomach was empty, and he was already starving. He opened his huge mouth, full of lies, wanting to devour flesh and bones. But not now, he had more important things to do! Before completing that sacred mission, the Gray Hill Eagle would never allow himself to fall easily.

and so--

"Get out of here!!!"

The roar stopped, but the gasping sounds still echoed in the wind, like the dying struggle of a patient.

A few minutes later, Carson Berg returned to the conference room. He looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

……

Late at night, Lingge was in his room sorting out the lesson plan for the next class. The light illuminated the young man's focused profile, drawing a deep outline on the wall. There was only one lamp in the room, but it was not dim. The moonlight fell quietly on the windowsill, as clear and bright as flowing hoarfrost. Feeling the temperature of the window frame carefully, it was like the young man's heart at the moment. Occasionally, one or two crickets chirped outside the window, weaving the night into a deeper darkness.

The Fairy Sleep Inn was particularly quiet tonight, perhaps because the few noisy guys were taken away by Saint Shalia. The shepherdess even found a secluded corner where she wouldn't disturb Linger and scolded them. The content was nothing more than Alice playing games in class, Ieta always liked to be distracted in class, or Leticia quarreled with Shemi again. Olvera, the only one who escaped the scolding, was also frightened by the sudden rage of her eldest sister. She shrank in her room and dared not come out. It was estimated that she had not fallen asleep yet. Linger's indulgence made Princess Beman develop a bad habit. Now she suffers from insomnia when there is no young man around her, even more serious than before.

In general, none of them are worry-free. Occasionally being able to get rid of these guys and enjoy the rare quietness is also a good experience for young people. Although it will disappear soon.

After writing the last word, the slender quill pen paused for a moment, leaving a striking drop of ink on the white paper. The young man looked at his work tonight, lines of beautiful and neat text, just like when he was still studying at Linville University, he always completed his homework so carefully and earnestly, and thus received encouragement and praise from many teachers. Although times have changed, he has changed from a student who needs to learn knowledge to a teacher who can teach knowledge, but is knowledge really the only thing a teacher needs to teach students? The young man occasionally thought so.

After closing the lesson plan, wiping the quill pen dry, and tidying up the scattered books and sundries on the table, the young man stood up, walked to the door, stretched out his hand to open it, and saw a familiar figure standing outside.

The moment they looked at each other, both of them were stunned.

"Metien?"

"Linger!?"

Obviously, the pink-haired girl was more surprised than Lingge, after all, the latter had known for a long time that someone was walking back and forth outside his door, hesitating, looking like he wanted to knock on the door but didn't dare to. But he originally thought that person was Ovira, after all, apart from Princess Berman, no one else would use such a clumsy trick to attract his attention.

Who would have thought that it would be Metien.

However, if Metien had something to discuss with me, why didn't he just knock on the door? Why was he so hesitant? Could it be... this is the so-called rebellious period! ? It's the kind of rebellious behavior against parents and society that all teenagers experience, influenced by various factors such as growth experience and emotional fluctuations! ?
However, anyone can rebel, even Shemi rebels against the boss lady, or Ieta rebels against Saint Shalia, it is possible (although the final outcome will be miserable), but it is impossible for Metien. She is so well-behaved and kind, and is simply the most sensible child on Yunjingkong Island. If Metien develops a rebellious mentality, Ling Ge can't imagine that scene, and feels that he has failed Mr. Yang Ke's expectations and failed to take good care of his sister, which made her become like this.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ling'er's expression suddenly became serious: "Metien."

"Ah?" Metien was startled, thinking that her brother had seen through her intentions, which was why he had such an expression. The girl, who was not very determined to begin with, immediately backed down: "Did I disturb you, Lingge? No, it's okay! I'm leaving now, and I'll come to see you when you're not busy..."

"No, I can do it now."

Lingge was determined to provide psychological counseling for his sister and help her get out of her rebellious period. How could he sit back and watch her leave? He used the majestic gaze of a brother to force her to stay. When Metien sat on the chair trembling, rehearsing the following conversation countless times in his mind, he also made a cup of black tea for his sister. The tea set and tea leaves were forced by a certain countess. She would occasionally come to the young man's room to read, especially when her room was occupied by her granddaughter and her friends, who were clamoring to play some war games, she would run here to hide and quiet. Once she even left the unfinished world-famous book "White Mountain Monastery" here. When the young man kindly sent it back for her, the countess showed a nervous look that was uncharacteristic of her, and repeatedly asked him if he had read the content inside. It was not until the young man denied it in confusion that she was completely relieved.

Isn't it just "The Monastery of the White Mountains"? I've read it several times in the university library. There shouldn't be anything to worry about, right?
The young man was really confused, but these are all off-topic. You just need to know that this is a treatment that even Saint Xia Liya can't enjoy. After all, the young man doesn't like to drink black tea, and the tea sets and tea leaves are all brought by the countess. He can't touch other people's things casually, so he basically never uses them to entertain guests. But this time, considering that it was the first time for Metien to experience a rebellious period, she should be nervous, and black tea can distract her attention and relieve her nervousness, so the young man went against his usual practice and gave her special treatment.

He was not very skilled in brewing black tea, and he had no skills at all. Fortunately, the young man still remembered the tips for brewing tea that the countess had talked about when she was a guest. In the end, he managed to get through the whole set of steps. The liquid flowing from the white porcelain pot was a clear red color, as gorgeous as a gem. Could he have used the precious tea collected by the countess? The young man realized it belatedly, but soon put it behind his mind. When adding sugar cubes to the black tea, he remembered that the countess said that too much sweetness would cover up the original taste of the tea, but children all like to eat sweets, and Metien should be no exception, so he simply added a few more cubes.

"Have a cup of black tea first, Metien." The young man placed the still steaming cup of tea in front of the pink-haired girl. "This is the variety that Miss Nevi'er highly recommended."

Of course, he didn't forget to serve himself a cup of black tea (without sugar). Late at night, it was so quiet, no one came to disturb them, the brother and sister sat opposite each other, drinking black tea and chatting, reminiscing about the past and talking about the future, and gradually opened their hearts in the process, and understood each other's hearts more deeply. In the end, the brother successfully comforted and enlightened the rebellious sister, and the sister also successfully walked out of the most confused and helpless stage in her life. It was really gratifying, gratifying.

This was the plot that Lingge had imagined. He felt that if the success rate was not 100%, it should be at least 1,000. After all, if he failed, Metien would continue to rebel, which would be even more terrifying than Alice being autistic, Bai Ye calling him a pervert, and Leticia suddenly kissing him.

"Try it first." Ling Ge looked at his sister expectantly: "How does it taste?"

Although he felt that his brother had subtly misunderstood something, it was impossible to refuse now that things had come to this. Metien sighed helplessly in his heart, held up the hot teacup with both hands, took a sip from the edge of the cup, and then... under his brother's expectant gaze, he frowned painfully.

"So choking..."

"Eh?"

Give me some meow