Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 357 Just want to chat with you?

The people who broke into the quiet forest and broke the silent atmosphere were Metien and Shemi.

However, they seemed to be coming for Lingge. He had not noticed that Saint Xia Liya was also here until he suddenly saw a slender figure staring quietly at the pond. Then he suddenly realized: It seemed that he might have come at the wrong time?
"I'm sorry to bother you!" The little fairy didn't have time to brake. He bowed in the air while maintaining his flying posture, then turned around to pull Metien's pigtail: "Let's go, let's go, we'll come back after Lingge and Xiaoxia finish talking."

Metien, who had just caught up, was led back by her with a bewildered look on his face. Ling Ge also heard the little fairy boasting smugly: "Hehehe, my elder sister told me a long time ago that it is very rude to disturb other people's trysts. You might have a terrible nightmare at night, which may scare you to tears! I don't want that. It's too embarrassing."

"Oh!" This was Metien's reaction as she suddenly realized something, but no one knew what she was realizing.

Lingge pressed his brows helplessly. This imaginative little elf seemed to have some suspicious misunderstanding again. It would be better to explain it clearly. Otherwise, who knows how she would exaggerate to others.

It seemed that Saint Xia Liya thought so too, so before Ling Ge spoke, she took the initiative to speak: "We are not chatting, Shemi."

"what?"

The little fairy turned around with a puzzled look on his face: "If you're not chatting, then what are you doing?"

The quiet night, the dark forest, the clear pond, and the cool glow of fireflies… In such a perfect atmosphere, a teenage boy (fog) and a teenage girl (heavy fog) are alone together. Isn’t this actually a tryst?

Metien and Shemi looked at each other, and then heard Linger say, "In principle, I agree. After all, it won't do any harm to us, as long as you can convince Miss Shesta and Miss Shelia. But in fact, you shouldn't ask me about this matter. You should ask Miss Yieta. After all, this is her island."

She hinted at Metien with her eyes, leaving the pink-haired girl speechless for a moment: If it were me who was to say it, why did you run so fast just now?

After he said this, the two of them suddenly realized that Yieta was the one who really made the decision regarding the Yunjingkong Island. But why, when it came to this matter, the first thing they thought of was to ask Lingge for his opinion?
Metien asked tentatively: "Then let's go ask Sister Yieta for her opinion?"

She used her blue eyes, which flashed with curiosity, to examine the expressions of the two people, trying to find out something. But Ling Ge had no expression on his face, and Saint Shallia was unmoved. She emphasized again: "We are not chatting, we are discussing something very important, Shemi."

Ah this.

Yes!

It’s so complicated, let’s get back to the topic.

"Isn't it still just chatting?" Xie Mi muttered.

How could there be such a bizarre thing in the world?

But after hearing that it was a very important matter, she immediately lost interest in asking. After all, she was just a little fairy who had just set foot on the pilgrimage. World peace, the fate of mankind, the survival of civilization... these sounded noble and great, but they were not something she should be responsible for.

Is this an agreement or a disagreement?

Even so, he did not refuse. He explained to his brother why he and Shemy came here, and wanted to invite everyone from the Fairy Sleep Inn to the island, and asked for Lingge's opinion. The young man nodded slightly, but then shook his head.

"Go ahead." Ling Ge reached out and touched his sister's head: "Remember to explain the situation of the hotel to her clearly, don't hide anything. Also, Alice is probably there too, tell her not to talk nonsense."

"Roger that!"

Metien saluted in a proper manner, then turned and ran away at Shemy's urging. Watching the little girl and the elf leave along the forest path, just as hurriedly as when they came, but also very energetic, Saint Shalia slowly smiled: "I am looking forward to their success. If everyone from the hotel also comes to this island, it will definitely be lively, right?" Linger also nodded and said, "This should be Metien's idea. She always has all kinds of strange ideas, especially after being influenced by Alice - in fact, Alice became a maid because of her suggestion."

"Oh?"

Saint Xia Liya didn't know about this past, so she showed some interest at the right time: "Can you tell me about it? But if you don't have time, forget it."

Linger was silent for a while, then he spoke and talked to her about what happened when Alice first came into this world, about how she fell from the tree and became a maid in Tianxin Church. Of course, he didn't actually experience it himself, but heard about it from Metien later, when he was still in the city parish committee and the tribune Mr. Longning Laville discussing the treatment after the church was closed.

After listening to this, Saint Shalia showed a thoughtful expression: "In other words, Alice has been like this from the beginning?"

Linger knew what she meant by "this look" and nodded silently, his expression looking a little solemn. After all, if we talk about the harmfulness of the golden-haired maid, he is definitely the victim who has the most experience.

Saint Xia Liya gently stroked the lamb's soft fur, listened to its comfortable bleating, and said with an unknown feeling: "It's great. Although I came to a strange world, I met people I can trust and I have my own place to live. I feel that she is very... lucky."

When Lingge heard this, he couldn't help but look at the girl twice. Seeing that her face looked normal, it seemed that she was just expressing her feelings.

A slender figure is as bright and beautiful as a fairy in the lake in a myth. The drifting fireflies brush over the branches and hair tips, reflecting the green stars at the bottom of the pool. The long hair is tied up and falls like a waterfall, spreading on the white rocks covered with fallen leaves and grass branches, flashing a soft light like silk.

For Saint Shallia, who has lost many memories, this world should also be unfamiliar, right?

Ling Ge suddenly thought of it, and at the same time, a sentence she just said emerged in his mind: We are not chatting, we are just talking about important things.

The girl actually repeated it twice, just like she had repeated her sorry twice before.

In this world, some people hide their feelings and their personalities are hard to understand, but they are surprisingly easy to understand once you get to know them. Maybe she is such a person.

So the young man asked, "Saint Shalia?"

The girl who was combing the lamb's wool tilted her head slightly, a lock of light green hair fell from her forehead, and her golden eyes flickered like fireflies under her slender eyelashes, just reflecting a swirling and falling dead leaf. When it fell to the ground silently, quietly blended into the dust, and buried in a blanket woven entirely of yellow leaves, the girl's soft reply came at the same time: "Yes, I'm here."

"You seem to have never mentioned your past experiences. I mean, the experiences before you met us." Linger stared at the elegant, pure, noble and serene shepherdess sitting by the pond. Her white skirt and pale gold sleeves were perhaps stained with the freshness of spring, giving off an otherworldly aura. "Can you tell me about it? But if you don't want to, forget it."

A familiar conversation.

Saint Shallia's eyes seemed to brighten, making people feel that the stars outside the lush branches and leaves have fallen into this forest within reach. The corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and she didn't even realize that she was smiling: "Okay, but this may be a very long story."

She really looked beautiful when she smiled, and she made people feel full of joy and vitality. She was beautiful enough to serve as the "Spring Spirit" at the Spring Bud Celebration of the White City Republic, or read the "Gospel of the Harvest Goddess" at the Prosperity Festival of Lessenville.

Lingge thought about it and replied, "It doesn't matter."

He spoke word by word, as if to emphasize something: "I just want to chat with you."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)