Alice in the Land of Steam

Is Chapter 879 actually a third-rate event?

The carriage was swaying along an ancient street, and the slabs rolled over by the wheels made a slight shaking sound. It had been seventeen centuries since the pioneer Baron Vince laid the first slab here. These ancient streets can still be used normally. In addition to the good intentions of the builders, we should also thank the residents of the three nearby towns and more than a dozen villages for raising funds every year and working hard to maintain and repair them, as if they wanted them to continue to be passed down for seventeen centuries. As long as the flag of the whitethorn flower is still flying on the roof of the Shadoly Manor, it will never fall.

Outside the window is the beautiful scenery of Grindelwald. It is midsummer, and the sky is so transparent that it makes people feel intoxicated. The wind blowing across the cheeks has a slight smell of sour fruits. Looking into the distance, the fields are still green, and the grape branches are flowing with golden luster, emitting a slightly tipsy heat. Several peasant women gathered in the shed where grapes were planted. Taking advantage of the shade from the branches, they whispered in their spare time after work, discussing the trivialities of the territory surrounded by a vast forest.

It is a picture of a peaceful and leisurely countryside scene. The temperature of the sunlight is just right, making people feel drowsy.

Alice, who was sitting at the back of the carriage, had already begun to doze off, her head leaning against the wall, drooping from time to time. Every time the carriage went downhill or turned a corner, the shaking of the carriage would wake her up, and she would shudder as if she had a nightmare, and she would become much more awake. But this situation would not last long, and soon her eyes would start to go blank again, and after being in a daze for a few seconds, she fell into a deep sleep again.

This guy usually likes to stay up late, and he has been exercising a lot in recent days. It would be strange if he could hold on without falling asleep.

Lingge retracted his gaze and set his eyes on Xino opposite him. After thinking for a while, he suddenly took out a test tube about the thickness of a thumb from his shirt pocket and handed it to the girl. The light green liquid in the transparent glass swayed back and forth due to his movements, and the pure color revealed a vitality like a young bud and leaf.

"what is this?"

Xino took it, looked at it in his palm, and asked curiously.

"Medicine." Ling Ge felt that this explanation was not detailed enough. After a pause, he said, "I don't know exactly what medicine it is, but it should be able to cure Mr. Van Indrew's old injuries and restore his body to health."

The girl raised her head and smiled at Ling Ge: "Of course, I appreciate your kindness. Thank you for your concern for Grandfather. I think he will be very happy when he knows this."

She lowered her eyelids, hiding the deep thoughts in her eyes. "Whether it was the director of the medical department of the highest institution in White City, or the honorary president of the Royal Medical Society of Greater Brittany, I even used my connections to invite Ms. Nightingale from the Herb Garden and Sister Teresa of the Knights Hospitaller, but they all said they were powerless. So, I gave up hope a long time ago."

Not only medicine, but even mysticism is powerless. It seems that Xino's grandfather's old injury is indeed very serious, so that the girl gave up hope early and had no expectations for the medicine provided by Lingge.

Alice was so sleepy during the day because she was happy in her room holding her fake certificate all night.

Hearing this word, Shino felt like laughing. She wanted to tell Lingge that she was no longer a little girl like Chloe, who believed in childish and imaginary stories in books. But the words stopped suddenly because she thought of a possibility.

He dared to send a medicine that he himself didn't know much about to the heir of the White Thorn Flower family, and even explained the effect of the medicine in a serious manner. Do you think it would be better for me to believe it first or to doubt it first?
Ling Ge didn't feel embarrassed, and said calmly: "But at least now, you don't think so, right?"

The smile on Xino's face slowly disappeared. She stared at the potion in her hand in silence. At this moment, she didn't know what complicated thoughts emerged in her mind. About half a minute later, she raised her head and said to Lingge: "Thank you for your kindness, but my grandfather's old injury is no longer within the scope of medicine. The medicine here includes not only medicine, but also mysticism."

By the way, it seemed that the props that Alice specifically requested were also sent over, which was the amateur certificate she needed to register for the competition. However, because it really did not require any technical skills, Rolanda was too lazy to mention it, and Lingge was even less interested in asking.

As for how much I believe...

But just because neither medicine nor mysticism can do something doesn’t necessarily mean there are no other ways.

Miracle?

He looked at the potion in the girl's hand and said, "The potion I gave you is quite special. It is neither medical nor mystical. So, maybe it can create a miracle?"

Linger said: "Actually, you can try it."

After listening to Ling'er's explanation, Xinuo's expression became a little strange. She looked at the serious expression on the young man's face, then looked down at the unknown potion in his hand, and suddenly laughed, her two heroic eyebrows curved into a crescent shape: "If I didn't know you, I would think you were teasing me, Mr. Ling."

Last night, Rorona, who had been studying in the alchemy workshop for several days, delivered this bottle of potion to Lingge. However, she only told him about the effect and did not explain the pharmacology and ingredients in detail, because Lingge would not understand even if she explained it.

The good impression that the guests had left on her in the past few days played a role in Xino not questioning the origin or ingredients of the medicine at the first time, but instead made a joke. This was enough to show that she actually believed Ling's statement in her heart.

"Yes..." The girl's tone was tentative: "The power of the girl's royal power?"

Lingge nodded calmly.

So that's it. Xino believed it a little, because there was a living example in front of him, that is Gloria. Even if the cursed spiritual kingship can still do incredible things such as changing identities and modifying cognition, then what's the point of curing an old man's injury? Although the old man's injury has been rooted in his bones, even the secular medicine and the extraordinary mysticism are powerless, but the power of the young girl's kingship is beyond these two systems.

"After leaving the Shadoli Manor, Linger specifically asked Rorona to make this potion." While the girl was lost in thought, Saint Shalia's soft voice came from the side, accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling over old stone slabs: "Rorona spent a whole day thinking about the formula, and then went through more than a hundred trials and errors before finally getting the product she thought was perfect, which is the potion in your hand."

"Although that child is a bit naughty and likes to play pranks like Alice, he won't joke with us on this matter." Saint Shallia said word by word, with a hint of pride in her tone. Xino was a little confused as to whether she wanted to gain his trust or was simply taking credit for her sister - and taking credit for a certain young man, after all, it was he who "specially asked" for this potion.

At this time, Gloria, who had been adjusting the racket in her hand, also took a break from her busy schedule and looked up to agree: "Lorona's alchemy is really amazing. The potion she made for Xiaobai is very useful. Xiaobai became much smarter after drinking it. I think he is smarter than Alice!"

No, that's not something to be proud of.

Everyone was complaining in their hearts, but one person was still dozing off, so he had no opinion.

After complaining, when Shino looked at the medicine in her hand again, she was somewhat convinced that it could cure her grandfather's injury. She still had some impression of Miss Rolena, because she had met her once when she first visited Yunjingkong Island. She remembered that she was a beautiful and cheerful girl, but she didn't expect that she had such a skill. Alchemy is not uncommon in the mysterious world, and even potion science can be classified as a part of alchemy, but if it is prefixed with the girl's royal power, it is probably not an ordinary thing.

Creating the kingship... After thinking for a while, she slowly closed her palms and put the bottle of potion into her pocket, with a faint smile on her face: "In this case, I will be honored to receive it. If this bottle of potion can really cure grandfather's injury, you will be the closest friends of our Gustaf family. No matter what you want, please feel free to ask for it. I will find a way to repay you."

Talking about remuneration was vulgar and a bit like asking for a favor, so Lingge didn't say it at first, but how could a noble descendant like Xinuo not notice his intention? So he openly pointed it out to ease the embarrassment for the guests. Her tone was sincere and didn't give people a sense of arrogance, which showed her demeanor and upbringing.

Since any request is acceptable, why not join us on this journey?

Saint Xia Liya hinted at Ling Ge with her eyes. The young man noticed it, but did not say the terms that the two had agreed on earlier. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "It's too early to talk about this now. Let's wait until Mr. Van Indreu recovers from his injury. I think we need to ask for his opinion on this matter."

Xinuo smiled slightly: "I understand, I'll do as you wish."

Saint Xia Liya thought that she really couldn't make a request now, as it would be a bit hasty. Ling'er's approach was correct. As long as she could win Xino's favor, it wouldn't hurt to wait a few more days. Anyway, she still had to wait for Gloria and Alice to finish the game.

But the shepherdess did not notice that when Xino put away the potion, the young man beside her pursed his lips slightly, and a deep look flashed in his eyes.

……

The carriage had to travel for an hour before we could see the shadow of the city of Sumia. This ancient city, famous in the western continent, is located on the valley plain formed by the erosion of the Barcelo River, so agriculture and commerce are particularly developed. Here, every household has its own vineyard. Urban residents cultivate them on balconies or roofs, while residents of suburban villages directly build grape trellises all the way to the lower reaches of the Barcelo River. The endless grape leaves look like a midsummer ocean, and when the wind blows, they set off green waves, which is spectacular.

The local developed grape planting and wine industry has brought considerable benefits to the residents. The per capita wealth here is far higher than other cities in the province of Saint-Denis, and is not much inferior to the industrially developed Kingdom of Brittany. Without worrying about food and drink and life, people will naturally seek some spiritual sustenance or entertainment. The former is religion, and the representative product is the United Church of Villiard; the latter is various sports events full of passion and vitality, and the representative product is... Wind Flower Ball.

After leaving the temporarily rented carriage at a union post on the outskirts of the city, the strangers followed Xino's footsteps and came to the famous tourist avenue of Sumia, Saint Clement. Generally speaking, this is also a street that must be passed after entering the city, so it is very busy. The hawking of street vendors, the shouting of newsboys and flower girls, and the voices of shops along the street advertising new and discounted goods to attract customers are mixed with various exotic languages: Nimtian, Serans, Simon, Falke... Its level of noise and prosperity is no less than that of the capital cities such as Renweting City in the Kingdom of Great Brittany or Zisaia City in Mindrias.

"Generally speaking, there aren't that many...tourists." Shino led his guests through the crowd with difficulty and entered a remote alley. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "But the Yamit Cup is about to be held, and people who love polo from all over the world are gathering in this city, so it seems so lively. I guess there are no empty rooms in the hotels in the city. The tourists who come later will have to stay outside the city."

She used a simple sentence to describe how crowded the city is during the championship, and also to describe the popularity of the sport of volleyball: "Even if you have to squeeze in a three-hour drive every day to get to the stadium, there will still be people who watch every game, because this is the charm of volleyball."

"I think," Linger glanced at the busy street and said meaningfully, "I have seen it for sure."

Not only him, but anyone with eyes has probably seen it, because on the tall buildings of St. Clement Street, huge posters were hung from top to bottom, and the largest one even blocked an entire wall. It not only promoted the Yamit Cup Championship, but also listed some of the most popular players in the tournament. Every slogan on it was very eye-catching, such as "Become the next Gulide Dayte", "Let Diana Ulysses witness your power", "Co-organized by the Westland Wind Flower Ball Association, the Church, the Sumiya City Diocese and the White City Sports Committee", "Your power is beyond your imagination" and so on...

They even saw a poster of Gloria, which depicted a gray-haired girl holding a racket in one hand and throwing a ball with the other, hitting the winning shot in a club tournament in Lessonville. Her focused profile really gave people a feeling of confidence and vitality, and the slogan below was -

"The talented Miss Gloria Reisbelite is about to shine in this city!"

Everyone praised the poster and said that it was very powerful and the slogan was very shocking. The person involved felt a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head and giggled. He seemed very lively and innocent, without any of the cold and aloof demeanor that a talented contestant should have.

In response, another party involved said sourly: "Why is there no poster of mine? It's obvious that this is a third-rate event!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)