On October 31, 1885, the last day of the Frost Moon, Linge officially took up his post at St. Lowood National School and became a history teacher. At this time, it was just before the date of negotiation between the City Parish Council and the "Linwell Municipal Religious Mutual Aid Society"
, there are less than two weeks left.
The wind of the frosty moon has just blown away, and the low temperature of the cold moon follows one after another. When the airflow from the intercontinental sea arrives here, it has formed a large-scale cold air, bringing about a sudden change in temperature between the changes of the months. It envelopes the city of Linville
The haze in the sky seems to be frozen, forming an upside-down ice continent, making it impossible to see any sunlight.
This is bad weather for some people, but for others, it is the most comfortable time of the year. On the first day of November, Bishop Clouser of the Red Prayer Order is decorating a luxurious house.
Enjoy breakfast in the restaurant.
The doors and windows are closed, it is dark and low, the rectangular table of basswood is covered with a white tablecloth, the silver candlestick is lit with a bright fire, the ceramic tableware is filled with delicacies of flesh and blood, and the smell lingering on the tip of the nose cannot be concealed by the special spices.
The sweet smell, and the blood slowly flowing between the fire and the porcelain, is more charming than the early blooming datura flowers.
This majestic and cold bishop holds a knife and fork, elegantly cuts a piece of heart meat, puts it into his mouth, chews it carefully, and tastes the sweet fragrance from the original flesh and blood. Three steps behind him, the old man
The old housekeeper stood in the shadows and reported today's itinerary in a low voice: "Members of the Religious Mutual Aid Association hope to get a more accurate attitude from you, and sincerely wait for you to chair the new meeting and attend in person; Clement, the general director of the city and parish
Sir, he would like to negotiate with you on specific matters of negotiation; a secretary-general of the Municipal Religious Administration has invited you to dinner and would like to discuss with you in detail the philosophy and purpose of the mutual aid association..."
There was a pause in the tone, and the old butler looked at the last message in the letter, with a rare expression of confusion. Bishop Clouser just listened quietly at first, then suddenly fell silent, and couldn't help but ask: "There will be no more after that."
Have you made arrangements?"
"No, sir, here is a message from Mr. Virol, asking for your instructions." The old butler read out the above content tangledly: "He mentioned that the night watchman has been in the Holy Cross District and the White City District recently.
The activities have become more frequent, and they seem to be aware of it. In order to avoid being discovered, the sacrifices in the flesh and blood sacrifices...well, can they be replaced with the blood of cows or horses, that would be safer."
"Uh." Clouser couldn't help but was speechless. After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "What a creative way to die. I didn't realize that I had such a unique genius before. This is my dereliction of duty. You can do it for me."
I replied to him: Of course not, unless the name of the cow or the horse is Verol. Otherwise, our great God will not be satisfied. Also, after this incident, send this idiot to the end of the world.
I clean toilets in a remote parish, and one day I dig out the holy relics from the toilet and let him come back."
"Okay, sir."
The housekeeper mourned for a second of silence for poor Mr. Verrol, and then meticulously recorded the bishop's instructions in his notebook, and then said: "There is one more thing, sir. It is said that a church in the city has already
Accepted the conditions of the Municipal Parish Council, succumbed to the "Religious Decree" and closed the church."
"Oh? Which church is it? Which church?"
"It is the Tianxin Church of the Holy Goddess Sect."
"Holy Goddess Sect, Tianxin Church?" Clouser frowned: "Is there such a church in Linwell City?"
The butler was about to explain, but he said casually: "That's all, their choice doesn't matter. Just let Fiyali go understand the situation and make sure it won't have any impact on our plan. Also, tell Fiyali, don't
If she acted rashly, people from the United Order must still be watching this church, and maybe they have the eyes and ears of the night watchman. If she is accidentally exposed, let her pray to the gods for luck."
Although the god they believe in has no luck function.
The housekeeper recorded this incident in his notebook, and after preparation, he went to inform Miss Fiyali of her new mission. While Clouser tasted the fragrance of flesh and blood, he thought to himself: the name of Tianxin Church, he
I have never heard of it, and I think it is just a small church with a low reputation. It does not dare to join forces with the religious group, so it makes such a humble choice.
But why... the name Holy Goddess Sect always feels a bit familiar?
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"Where is Ringo?" In the kitchen, Alice in maid uniform asked again. This sentence has become her mantra in recent days.
Metien, who was cutting cheese, replied: "He went to work."
"So early?"
"It's already noon, Sister Alice..."
"Ah, this." Alice scratched her ponytail in shame and said with a guilty tone, "That's quite early."
"It's because you got up too late." Medien turned around and said earnestly: "The book says that staying up late will lead to skin damage, lethargy, loss of appetite and reduced vision. Sister Alice, you should pay attention to your health.
Ah, don’t stay up late again.”
"Well, there is a reason why I have to stay up late."
Metien blinked curiously: "What?"
"Humph, don't be shocked when I say it!" Alice raised her head proudly: "I am developing a super powerful game and am planning to use it to save the world! When I finish the game, I will let you play it too.
Let you feel its charm!"
She gave her promise very generously, and Metien tilted his little head. Although he didn't understand, he felt very powerful, so he asked a question that players on Earth in the 28th century also often asked: "So, when?
Can you play this game, Sister Alice?"
"Soon, I have advanced to the final stage."
After three days of non-stop hard work, I had to decide the game type myself, match the team functions myself, polish the combat system myself, and even the map had to be assembled by myself from the material library provided by the system, even though it was just the simplest texture.
That's all, but it still took Alice a whole night.
Fortunately, the main body of the game has been completed. Next, as long as the final [main plot] is completed, the first game made by a girl in her life will be completed. Even though it is very simple, it is destined not to become a masterpiece of the century.
But for Alice, it has a very important meaning.
Thinking of this, the girl became more energetic and felt the blood flowing and boiling in her body, stimulating her fighting spirit as a talented player, and even defeated the cold air of the cold moon and the dark circles caused by staying up late.
She finished her lunch in twos and twos, and finally did not forget her current identity. She tidied up the kitchen randomly and pretended to clean it before sneaking back to her room and continuing her great work of game development.
Metien also went back to her room to review the materials. The pharmacist qualification exam she is going to take will be held next month. If she fails to pass this time, she will have to wait until June next year.
Sitting in front of the small round table, she started the game console again, patiently waiting for the counter-intuitive logo of GI to disappear, and then entered the steam-style game editing interface. Alice faced the blank [Main Story] and fell into deep thought.
In fact, there is nothing to think about, because the synopsis of the story is already very clear: a group of vampires who believe in evil gods are causing trouble in the city of Linville. The protagonist Alice, who is discovered in the conspiracy, leads her friends to bring justice from the sky and experience some love.
After a fierce battle between friendship and evil, the enemy was finally defeated and the city was successfully saved. The love GN score is 1.0.
However, not everyone has the ability to expand an outline into a complete story. Alice obviously does not have such talent. The longest text content she has ever written since she was a child is how to play in a so-called open world RPG.
In the GAL game of Long Ao Tianhou Palace, the favorability of the heroine is the most difficult to conquer due to the stuck bug, and this guide is the starting point for her as a talented player - because netizens who read the guide praised highly: "You are so fucking awesome
What a genius!"
In addition, the day of the college entrance examination was probably the moment when her literary talent flourished the most, but she could only write some sad youthful literature, and at most add some poisonous chicken soup to it.
"Anyway," she rubbed the handle: "Let's try it first."
After watching so many plots of various games, you shouldn’t be able to hold back even half a sentence, right?
An hour later.
Looking at the game screen that was cleaner and neater than her own head, Alice put down the controller and stood up.
"I have to find something to learn from." She murmured in a low voice, then left the room, walked through the corridor, and knocked on Metien's door: "Waiwaiwai, Metien, are you there?" p>
The voice of the pink-haired little girl soon came from the room: "I'm here, please come in, Sister Alice."
Alice opened the door and entered, and said straight to the point: "Do you have any good novels here that I can take a look at?"
"Novel?"
Metien, who was reviewing materials at the table, turned around with a confused expression. Alice noticed that there was a pile of books piled on her table. The top one was probably as thick as a fist. The title of the book on the cover was "What We Do"
"Familiar Herbal Medicine", I couldn't help but be speechless, feeling in my heart that studying medicine is really not what normal humans should do. It is better to study law. If you can't become a lawyer, at least you can become a mage.
Metien thought for a while, pointed to the bookshelf on the wall and said: "I remember that there are indeed a few popular novels on the bookshelf, but I haven't finished them yet. I don't know if they are to your taste. If Sister Alice wants
If you borrow them to read, remember to take good care of them and don't damage them?"
"Don't worry, don't worry, I am the person who cherishes books the most in the world. I have been a literary girl since I was a child. Everyone calls me Nagato Yuki!" After talking casually, Alice touched the bookshelf and ignored the name.
There were dizzying books like "A Preliminary Introduction to Grammar", "Introduction to Popular Literature", "Introduction to Basic Medical and Nursing Knowledge", etc., focusing on finding the popular novels that Metien mentioned, and soon, she locked on the target.<
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They are "The Count of Mount Bendo" and "The Three Gunners".