Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 419 Are you looking forward to tomorrow’s performance?

Froze Castle is the oldest building in the Hunroot Swamp. It was built by the werewolves of Neoesu when they fled into the swamp to avoid being hunted by the combined cult. At that time, they had not lost their sharpness in their blood and firmly believed that they would restore the glory of their family name. Therefore, the scale of this castle can be called grand and spectacular. However, as time goes by, a century later, there is only a dead despair lingering in this castle, as well as mourning and crying lingering in the cold cracks of the stone.

All hatred will fade away with the passage of time, quietly slip away from the hearts of the parties involved, leaving only mottled traces on the stone walls covered with moss and ivy.

Nevile Vi Garcia Wallenhild sat on the open-air balcony and looked up at the deep night. The fog was turbid and heavy, the starlight was lonely and sparse, and the moonlight was completely invisible. The swamp under her feet was as silent as it had been for thousands of years, and had never been moved by the struggle and blood that took place in its body.

The rotten smell of the old times in the room made her sick, including the gray bed curtains, moldy and faded picture frames, and the silent half-length knight statue. The empty eyes seemed a little gloomy, casting an angry and jealous gaze at the only guest in hundreds of years. There was also a humming sound in the corner where the wind did not blow. It was the ghosts of the past lingering, mourning like weeping.

Nevile did not sit on the soft and comfortable mink sofa, in front of the crackling flames of the fireplace, and spend this long, silent, cold night elegantly and reservedly like a nobleman. Instead, she chose to go to the balcony to enjoy the cold wind, just to avoid those unpleasant things.

Only conservatives who are still indulging in the glory of the old times can accept them, but Nevile is obviously not one of them. She has long known that there will no longer be any era in the world that can accommodate her, so she has long given up luck and no longer participates in those endless fights and killings. She just wants to live with a simple wish.

Unfortunately, there are too few people as rational as her.

Someone knocked on the decayed door, and the heavy knocks echoed in the dead silent corridor, where darkness spread like a spider web, swallowing up the flames of candles and kerosene lamps. Nevile did not turn around, nor did she answer. She did not want the man to come in, or to be more precise, she did not want to see the man's face. After all, he did not bring memories, but an ironic and ugly fact.

But the other party seemed unaware of it. He pushed the door open even without getting a reply. His gestures and movements were all natural. After all, he was the real owner of the castle, from blood to surname, from identity to status.

However, those who heard her voice eventually died, either of old age or in battle. Even the invincible and wise Saint King could not escape the double shackles of time and conspiracy. Among the remaining swamp aliens in the world, perhaps only the two leaders of Silver Moon still remember her voice, and Gundaruf was the most impressed by her. After all, the two had a deep friendship - or hatred.

Nevile disagreed with this, and a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Do you think you can go back?"

"I will keep your advice in mind when we return to Elfaran, Your Excellency the Countess." Gundalufu grinned, without a trace of smile in his eyes: "But at this moment, the wolves are still hunting."

Everyone who has heard her voice has said that they hear moonlight. Moonlight is of course silent, but when it spreads over endless woodlands, dark canyons, clear pools, and even cold mist, it naturally has its own voice. This is the impression that Nevelle's voice brings to everyone.

Only by releasing your nature can you become a true beast.

Nevill still didn't turn around, and said coldly: "I don't remember Neo's descendants being so rude and presumptuous. Have you fed all the noble etiquette you have learned to the little wolf cubs below, Gundaruf?"

The first rule of wolf hunting is: kill with claws and eat with teeth.

"We are on our way." Gundaruf said, "The descendants of the God Wolf should not be imprisoned in such a narrow swamp. Only the vast Taguao wilderness is their hunting ground where they can roam freely. Our ancestors once turned this wasteland into his kingdom, and now I will do the same thing."

"A single tooth can easily break. Only when five teeth are united together can it be a true Methosh."

He looked at Nevile and extended an invitation: "Bloodfang Valenhild was once one of the noble Five Fangs Clans and should not be excluded from this glory derived from history. Your Excellency, the Silver-Eyed Countess, are you really unwilling to reconsider and join our alliance?" "No need." Nevile's answer was decisive and straightforward: "I am not interested in joining an alliance that is bound to fail, not to mention that what I pursue is just some desires that are empty names and ambitions. You are not as good as Neo, Gundaruf. You regard your ancestor as an object of imitation, but you never know where his real strength lies. Do you think that you have learned Neo's mind and tolerance by forgiving the enemy who killed your brother and inviting her to join the great cause without regard for the past? Do you think that you have learned Neo's strategy and personal charm by confusing the aliens in the swamp with the illusory immortality and bringing them together? But a wolf cub can never imitate the demeanor of the wolf king. Your performance is too poor, Gundaruf."

Her blunt words made Gundaluf's eyes flash with a gloomy and cold light, and the murderous intent in them burned like a flame. No one doubted that this wild and furious werewolf might attack the figure on the open-air balcony at any time, but he did not do so. Instead, he restrained his emotions and gradually calmed down.

"The only difference between me and His Majesty Neoersu is that I am stronger than him, so I will also complete his unfinished business." Gundaruf said, "I need your attitude, Lady Countess, but it is only an attitude. You have nothing else. The other Valenhildrs have agreed to join our alliance. Their desire for immortality obviously exceeds their awe of you, the elder. However, this is how the world is: it is driven by desire and power, not by your mind, tolerance, strategy or personal charm."

The wolves hunting in the wilderness have no need for this, and the aliens ruling over humans in Metosh have even less need for this.

"Oh."

Nevile replied indifferently: "That is their choice, and it has nothing to do with me. Apart from the name of Valenhild, I have nothing to do with them, and I don't need to be responsible for their choice."

"I hope you will still say that after tomorrow."

"That's what I've always said."

"..." Gundalufu didn't say anything else, but just looked at her with sinister eyes.

Nevi'er seemed not to notice the pair of furious and violent beast eyes behind her, and she continued, "Also, your Neo-Esu family's hospitality etiquette is not as considerate as the tribal etiquette when Neo was still alive. This is also a regression. Remember to ask your wolf cubs to bring me a pack of black tea after you go back. I want the purest Sushanbao black tea. Since I stopped sucking blood, this is the only hobby I have left. I believe you will give me face and satisfy the guest's little wish, right?"

Upon hearing this, Gundalufu sneered: "What's the difference between a vampire who doesn't suck blood and a bat in a cave? I thought you were just tired of fighting, but I didn't expect you to forget your own race. No wonder Valenhild's people respect you verbally, but never regard your words as authority, Your Excellency the Countess."

"I said, that's their business, it has nothing to do with me." Nevile also sneered: "Besides, what kind of werewolf can a werewolf who can't learn to be patient and restrained and only knows how to obey animal nature and desires be called?"

"..."

Gundaruf fell silent, staring at Nevile's back, as if he wanted to see something from her thin yet determined shadow, but he failed in the end. This silver-eyed countess was as deep as a lake and as dim as the night. Her mind was floating in the sea of ​​fate, making it unpredictable.

Finally, he left the room, saying, "I'll have someone bring the tea you requested. Also, I'm looking forward to you showing them the power of immortality tomorrow. This will be the beginning of a new life for Motosh, and you should be proud of it."

His back disappeared behind the narrowing door, accompanied by the dull sound of the rotten wooden door closing again. Nevile never looked back until she could no longer hear Gundaruf's footsteps. Then she whispered to herself, "I'm looking forward to it too."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)