Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 380: The longer the title, the weaker the fighting ability?
In the end, Alice still failed to convince Lingge and get herself a happy vacation.

It's not that Lingge disagreed. In fact, after the golden maid's persistent pestering, he did give in a little. Considering that this guy played a crucial role in the past few battles, and he has been relatively quiet recently. Apart from occupying Yieta's room to play games, barbecuing in her flower field and almost causing a fire, and sneaking into the kitchen to eat after staying up late to play games, he scared Xie Mi who got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom... he has not done anything more excessive.

In this case, it is not impossible to meet her request.

By the way, Metien has been studying very hard recently and is said to have entered the practical stage. Every day she either learns about new herbs in the hotel garden or fiddles with medicine-making instruments and raw materials in her room. She often stays up late before going to bed. We can take this opportunity for her to relax.

However, just when he was about to nod in agreement, he habitually used his favor magic [Premonition].

So Alice's vacation wish was ruined.

Because a mysterious premonition from the depths of his spirituality told Ling that the next young girl's kingdom was on the road ahead.

Compared to vacation, this is the truly important thing, so Lingge ignored the golden-haired maid with a sad face and turned back to discuss business with Saint Shallia and the others.

After several days of flying, the Cloud Whale has entered the Adriatic Sea area. Further ahead is the famous Šikilia Peninsula.

Standing at the head of the whale and looking northwest, you can see the shadow of the bow-shaped peninsula looming in the misty sea fog, resembling an ancient giant sea beast, rising and falling with the tide. The highest part of the sea beast's back is the Sicilian Mountains, which separates the peninsula from the mainland. It is a branch of the main trunk of the Alpis Mountains extending southward, starting from the crater of Mount Vesuvius in the west and ending at the Valodia Islands in the east. It is about 2.4 kilometers long and is connected to the inland hinterland by a fragile, hollow island bridge in the middle of the mountain. If the island bridge breaks, the inside and outside of the peninsula will be completely isolated and inaccessible.

She still can't forget it.

"Dreary Rain Port?" Alice's eyes lit up when she heard this: "So it's a port city? In that case, can we go shopping and spend our vacation there?"

Alice didn't expect this to be the reason. She was surprised and suspicious: "Huh? Really? Why?"

Even the most unscrupulous factory owners give their workers one day off every week. Can you say, Alice, did I do anything wrong?
"It has nothing to do with that." Linger glanced at her and said, "It's just because the Port of Sad Rain is not suitable for vacation."

The golden-haired maid was immediately dissatisfied and questioned angrily, "Why? I didn't say it was a pure vacation. I just took a vacation while searching for the girl's royal power - note, I said by the way - by the way! Is this too much?"

Alice: "..."

"No." Lingge poured a basin of cold water.

The mountains are winding and surrounded by spectacular layers of green waves. In the endless sea of ​​white mist and clouds, snow-capped peaks can be vaguely seen, in the form of white ships stranded on the sea.

This is also the border of the Central Continental power Motoxu, where a large city called Qiyu Port is located.

"Because Harbor of Desolate Rain is also known as the City of Cold Nights. Of course, this is a milder way of saying it. More direct names include the City of Violence, the City of Crime, the City of Sexual Proliferation, and... the City of Darkness." Linger looked at Alice deeply. "Would you like to spend your vacation in a city like this?"

It doesn't sound like a suitable choice.

"Why are they all such bad nicknames?" She couldn't help but mutter, "There are such bad cities in the world. They are not civilized at all."

"There are many cities worse than this one, but Harbor of Sad Rain is more well-known." Ling replied calmly: "This is also inseparable from the history and culture of Motosh." "Oh, really?" Alice had a cold face and was obviously not interested in this topic.

She was not interested, but others were. Metien asked her brother curiously, "Why do you say that, Linger?"

In fact, this is not a topic suitable for children to listen to, but since Metien wanted to listen, and the others were looking at him with inquiring eyes, considering that if they had a basic understanding of the country of Motosh, the process of finding the fourth girl's kingdom might be easier, Ling made a decision.

He began to tell the story.

"Due to many factors such as geography, blood, ethnicity and cultural identity, although there are many political entities along the coast of the Land-Sea, it is difficult to form the concept of a country. At least before the Middle Ages, the term Metaus was still an obscure metaphor that only existed in the ancient legends of the True people, meaning 'the place where the divine wolf gave birth'. The True people believed that their ancestors were divine wolves that galloped across the Taguao wilderness. The divine wolf sent its thousands of offspring to the earth to compete with the descendants of other gods for the qualification to drink the blood of the gods and establish an eternal kingdom. The most outstanding leader among these wolves will become the supreme king of this country and enjoy its victory and glory."

Ling'er spoke clearly but a little slowly because he had to recall what was written in the textbook while he was talking.

It was a course several years ago, so his memory is somewhat fuzzy. Fortunately, the founding legend of Motosh is one of the more interesting countries in the Sigiriya continent. Unlike the three major powers, it does not have a clear historical heritage and cultural continuity, but is related to bizarre stories about gods and ghosts. Therefore, when he was in school, he borrowed some books from the library for extracurricular reading, so he did not forget too much.

"This legend was once regarded as a prophecy by the prophets of the Troe people. Every once in a while, they would spread the news that the son of the divine wolf would be born, and use this as an excuse to incite the tribes of the Troe people to form an alliance and attack everywhere. Sometimes it was a war in the Taguao Desert, and sometimes they went south or north to plunder inland countries including Brittany, stealing food and people - this was the original meaning of the barbarians. But civil strife and foreign wars lasted for a thousand years. It was not until the Middle Ages that an outstanding descendant of the divine wolf appeared in the bloodline and turned this prophecy into reality. He was the founding king of Metosh, the descendant of the divine wolf, the drinker of blood, and the lord of the Five Fangs Alliance - Saint Junio."

"Wow." Alice couldn't help but sigh when she heard this: "What a great background, so many titles, such a cool name, is this person really that powerful? So what if he's better than me, the genius player Alice?"

How dare you say that?

Linger glanced at her and said, "Aren't you not interested?"

Alice turned her head away immediately, and pretended to whistle as if nothing had happened, but of course, no sound came out.

At first, she was not interested, but once it came to these strange legends, she immediately perked up and listened carefully. But this was just her inner thoughts. If she said it out loud, it would be like giving in to Ling Ge, which was absolutely impossible!

An employer could not understand the golden-haired maid's stubbornness. Seeing that she turned her head away but still tilted her ear to eavesdrop openly, he shook his head helplessly and simply ignored her. He continued to tell others: "It is said that Saint Jun Neo has the purest blood of the divine wolf flowing in his body. When he was young, he showed extraordinary strategy and extraordinary martial arts. In less than a year, he strengthened the weak tribe he inherited from his father into the largest tribe of the True people. In the next five years, he continued to fight and conquered other tribes almost non-stop, unifying the entire True nation. He was respected by the tribesmen as 'Nioesu', that is, the Lord of Strength."

"Yes." Alice whispered, "It's another new name. How many characters are there? Generally speaking, the longer the title, the weaker the fighting ability. I think this Oni-chan is just a beautiful exterior with rotten inside!"

That's why I only have the title of a genius player, not because I have no strength, but because I don't want to. For a truly strong person, the title alone is enough.

She rarely quoted a proverb with a complicated meaning, which roughly means that people who look glamorous on the outside are often rotten on the inside, to fully illustrate her point.

Regrettably.

No one paid any attention to her.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)