Metien told the story of what happened today at Tianxin Church. When he heard that Linger was preaching in the form of a game and bullying the children himself, except for the few people present at that time, everyone else looked at him with surprise. It was hard to imagine that the young man would do such a thing, but the person involved did not change his face and pretended not to see it.

Then the little girl from the fan-haired girl cried to Alice that her game level was really bad, and she was always beaten unilaterally, making her very unconfidant when preaching. At this time, she needed to have a master of all kinds of games, skillful operation techniques, extraordinary reaction ability, and easy to pick up all kinds of difficult skills. She is a master among the masters of the game field, a genius player who is unbeaten in the game field, and a genius player who is unbeaten to help her improve her game level! But where can she find such a genius player?

Mettyn ​​clasped his hands together and hugged them in front of his chest, looking at Alice with shiny eyes. The enthusiasm made people feel a little incurable.

"Even if you say that..."

If it were Alice in the past, she would have been so touted that she had agreed in one go. But now she was a little hesitant: "But I have other things to do, very important things..."

Everyone knows the important thing Alice said, but at the same time they also know another thing, that is, the genius players are just doing useless work. The game console is not a real machine. Even if Alice fights it back intact, she still cannot start it when she loses confidence in herself and the fantasy kingship. Alice herself is not sure about it, but she is still lucky and desperately wants to grab a life-saving straw, even if the weight of this straw is not enough to support her fall.

"How important?" Mettyen supported his hands on the table, and his upper body almost crossed the dining table. Through the empty dessert tray, he looked directly at Alice's eyes and asked word by word: "Is it more important than games?"

This sentence suddenly hit Alice's heart like an arrow, making her dazed for a while and unable to speak. Once, there was indeed a girl who regarded games as the most important thing in her life, because she had no memories, no past, and no concept of herself. From the first moment she woke up, she saw a game console screen with bright light, and a variety of ups and downs and joys and sorrows that were being staged on the screen. She loved those innocent fantasies and could immerse herself in it all in her body and mind, as if she was born instinct; she often imagined herself as a brave man, destroying the dragon and saving the people; or a hero, defeating the demon king to protect the country; she never felt lonely in that room as cold as a petri dish, but was friends with all the greatest people she knew in life, and was taught by them to friendship, courage, justice and strength...

But where has all this gone now? With the death of the girl, she disappeared into a place that Alice could never reach? If games were no longer the most important thing in life, where would you go? Someone asked Alice a question she had never thought about, but this was exactly the situation she was facing today.

"Go and try it, Alice."

Ringer suddenly said to her: "Don't be afraid, just like it was in the past."

After all, that's your favorite thing.

"..." Alice's lips stammered a few times, as if she was still worried. But she raised her head and happened to meet Metien's concerned and expectant gaze, and she couldn't say anything she refused. Finally, the genius player nodded hesitantly, with a very light amplitude. If everyone's eyes had not been focused on her, there would be almost no such action: "Then I'll go... try it?"

She muttered in a voice that only she could hear: "If you fail... you can't blame me."

But Metien never considered failure. She just needed to get Alice's answer. She waved her hands and cheered: "Okay!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don’t know how effective this method can be, it has finally taken a difficult step.

"Hmph." Letticia pretended to be disdainful: "What a worrying guy."

This rude behavior caused a disaster for her. Earl Nevier gently flicked her granddaughter's forehead: "You have a good meal for me. I've eaten a lot of meat, why haven't I touched a single vegetable?"

"No!" Letticia complained to herself: "I've eaten up all of them, okay, look at my plate that doesn't have any...hey!?"

She was surprised to find some familiar food. Didn’t she exchanged pies with Linger for these? Why did she run back?

Of course, it was sent back by a young man who did not want to be named. He took great pains to cooperate with the Countess' healthy growth plan.

"Okay, Leticia." Navier showed an amiable smile to his good granddaughter: "Eat them all. If not enough, I'll let Miss Xiesta cook another portion. Of course, you're still in the stage of growing up. Such a little vegetables are definitely not enough, right? So..."

"Ah, I don't want it! Vegetables are bad! Grandma, despicable! Linger, very hateful, deserve to be killed!"

"Leticia, stop me! Don't run away! Also, haven't I told you many times that I should not take these violent words as catchphrases!"

"Oh, Laticia is also a worrying bad boy. The vegetables are so delicious, but she doesn't like them. Everyone who has worked hard in the herb garden will be very sad. Lamb, you can't learn from that bad boy. Come on, I'll feed you carrots. After dinner, let's go to the flower field to play? Metien also has to do homework. If I play in the hotel, my sister will definitely scold me for being unprofitable again, alas."

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"Miss Rolena, do you want to try my latest masterpiece: Frost Heart? I want to hear the opinions of professionals."

"No need. Although I am a mirror elves, I am not acceptable to any water?"

"Well, this is really sad!"

"Ha, it's so sleepy... By the way, Iyeta, how is my violet? Are there any signs of blooming?"

"Uh, this is worth looking forward to?"

"That's good."

"Miss Livia, what should I do to look like a real nun? Just like you."

"How do you start by reading the Goddess's "Classic" first?"

"It seems that I can only leave it to you, Bai Ye."

"roll!"

...

After a brief episode, the restaurant became lively again - or it would be more accurate to describe it as noisy. However, this atmosphere did not annoy Alice, but on the contrary, there was a subtle sense of peace of mind. Even though she had finished eating the food on the plate, she still did not want to get up and leave. Instead, she sat in her original position and stared at the scene in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Linger." In the corner where no one paid attention, St. Charliea quietly said to the young man beside her: "So you expected it long ago?"

I thought you asked Metien to take those children to play games just for missionary purposes, but I didn't expect to lay the groundwork for this moment. It can be seen that young people's understanding of genius players has indeed reached a certain level, otherwise, it would never be possible to come up with such a method of doing both.

The girl looked at Linger with admiration.

Linge felt quite embarrassed about her praise. She couldn't say that she was not thinking so far. She had a sudden idea, right? Fortunately, Saint Charlie didn't mean to continue asking. After satisfying her curiosity, Xiaoxiao withdrew her gaze and finally did not let Linge continue to be embarrassed.

After dinner, everyone dispersed, playing and walking, while Ovela walked upstairs staggeringly, probably going back to the room. Alice originally wanted to follow, and she also planned to go back to her room and continue to try to fix the game console. But how could Metien, who finally let her go, allow this to happen? So under the soft and tough little girl's soft-tempered splash, Alice agreed in a daze to go to Tianxin Church with her, and said: Prepare for tomorrow's mission.

"Please teach me more advanced game skills, Sister Alice!"

When Metien said this, the genius player had lost room for rejection.

Linger did not intend to interfere with her sister's actions. Since she had already entrusted this important task to her, then believe her abilities. Moreover, young people also have important things to do. Regarding the alliance with the Ashes, they still need help from someone. It can even be said that she is the most critical part of this plan, which determines whether the chess game on this chessboard can develop into what Linger wants.

...

“Ha~”

Walking in the dim corridor, the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall emits a dark warm light. Princess Bemang yawned casually. The yawn full of tiredness echoed together with the sound of uneasy footsteps, and then floated quietly towards the distant night. When the wind blew, there was no movement. In fact, this does not mean that Ovela was really sleepy. Since leaving the Holy Temple of Heaven, although the curse has come back, it has weakened a lot, making her close her eyes and squint for a while when she was tired occasionally. If you observe carefully, you will find that Princess Bemang's dark circles have faded a lot, and her whole spirit has improved a lot, which is a world of difference from what she had just left the castle two years ago.

As for why she kept yawning, it was a completely habit, just like a person who had been hungry would desperately stock up on food even if he got rid of poverty. The only difference was that the latter got satisfaction from this habit, while Ovela was only empty, as if the more she yawned, the more she resisted closing her eyes. The sleepiness was extinguished by thinking again and again. Everything she had longed for seemed no longer important now. She still hadn't experienced a full sleep, but the reason for insomnia seemed to be different from yesterday.

Ovela occasionally thinks about the reasons, but such thinking has no end and cannot be answered. So gradually she learned to let things go. She beats her when she wants to yawn, closes her eyes and squints when she feels tired, and opens her eyes again when she is irritable and unable to fall asleep, facing the unchanging scene. Nothing has changed in half a month. Her life seems to be no different from before, but the girl no longer walks down the stairs at midnight and asks the bartender in front of the bartender for a glass of water to drink, so that the latter once thought that her insomnia had been completely cured and she lost a good comrade-in-arms who spent the long night together.

The wind blew in from the window and whistled across the corridor. It was clear that the flames in the kerosene lamp were still swaying, as if they were thrown into the water surface of the stones. The shadow was stretched out, and it was swaying on the wall, trying to swallow the long-lasting light, causing the monsters lurking on the corners of the wall and the ceiling to make a comeback.

Darkness, darkness is everywhere.

Ovela couldn't help but think that even if she closed her eyes, she wouldn't be able to sleep at ease. Apart from the darkness, there was only darkness. Empty, confusion, and fear that made her ashamed to admit. In comparison, it was better to have no need to close her eyes before.

The wind is so strong, I wonder if the lamp my father left me has gone out?

His Highness put his hand on the door handle, and couldn't help but think in her heart. The indelible fragment in her memory is the moment when the dark witch stood in the sea of ​​the universe, and she lowered the darkness expressionlessly. Those bottomless shadows were like tides, cold and surging, overwhelming her ankles and palms. She had imagined how she would meet the witch again and raise the sword in her hand to her angrily and firmly, but in the end she could only wait for death alone in the tide. Darkness is ink, but it dyed her face and heart into pale colors. If the young man had not arrived in time with the lantern left by his father, she might have drowned in it?

From that day on, Ovela had to make sure that the lamp was burning in the morning or night before she could feel at ease. She carefully cared for the young flame, but instead of drawing the power of light from it, she felt deeply sad and helpless, and sometimes she even wanted to cry loudly, although she herself didn't know why.

That might be a very complex emotion, just like humans.

The girl sighed unconsciously. At this moment, she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, which were smooth and even, as if she was breathing naturally, and appeared beside her.

She guessed the identity of the visitor without thinking, but her head would still subconsciously twist and blink her eyes in the darkness, like two bright cat's eye stones
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