Although her work is gradually getting on track and her academic performance is booming, Alice's career is not ideal. Before going to bed every night, she will turn on the SLP game console, hoping to find a way to activate the cassette. Unfortunately, there has been no progress so far. The game called "First Fantasy-The Four Warriors: The First Fantasy-The Four Warriors" is still clearly hanging on the game interface, tempting talented players to conquer it. However, she was not given the key, leaving Alice only
I can do it outside the door.
The setbacks in her career made the originally carefree young girl become melancholy. She was worried and sighing all day long. She was not worried that the vampires hiding in the dark parts of the city would make any big news. After all, according to the normal game design
It is certain that since there is such an evil villain, there will definitely be an official force to fight against it. The alliance of religious groups is quite suitable for this position. With their strength, they should be able to handle this matter.
What the golden-haired maid is worried about is that she has lost an opportunity to become an unsung hero. Overall, she is a very positive person. She knows that evil forces are growing, but she is unable to contribute her own strength to the city. It is really disappointing.
She felt deeply guilty!
When she said this, Ringer looked at her like she was an idiot.
He also gave her a broom: "Stop your delusions, Miss Alice. If you are really bored, go and sweep the fallen leaves in the backyard."
"I'm not talking nonsense, Ringer, you have to believe me!" The wronged maid waved her broom with alarming momentum: "Vampires are absolutely, absolutely, absolutely real!"
Ringer asked back: "Have you seen it?"
"I didn't!"
Alice seemed confident: "But I have reason to believe that they are secretly brewing some conspiracy that will plunge this city into a bloody storm! As good citizens in the 19th century, shouldn't we do something?" Ringer was non-committal: "It's just a rural legend passed down from the Middle Ages."
"Your attitude is so scientific!" Alice lamented: "Why can't we be more superstitious and believe in some unscientific things? You dare to pat your conscience and promise that in your more than twenty years of life,
, not even one unscientific encounter?"
Ringer would not pat his conscience, but he could guarantee it, so he nodded without hesitation. But suddenly he remembered something, and what he wanted to say was choked in his throat, unable to speak at all.
The mysterious and frail figure in the town square flashed through his mind again. If he believed that the golden apple was a symbol of destiny, then it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had already stepped into the unscientific realm. "Look, look, I'll tell you!"
Alice found the evidence from his brief hesitation, became elated, and asked again and again: "You have encountered it, right? Tell me, what did you encounter? A vampire or a werewolf?"
Ringer's face was expressionless: "I met you."
"Ah this!"
This is an answer that Alice has never thought of. Thinking about it carefully, her time travel is indeed more unscientific than the so-called werewolves and vampires.
The golden retriever maid was lost in thought, but Ringer had already turned around and left, planning to go out to buy groceries. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Alice: "Remember to clean the backyard."
Alice quickly shouted: "Hey, Ringer, don't leave, I haven't figured it out yet! Have you really not encountered other unscientific things? Share it with me? Hello!?"
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Ringer's back has disappeared behind the door of the chapel.
"What? It's so boring." Alice curled her lips. She was sure that Ringer must be hiding something from her, but he refused to tell her. So what should we do?
It's very simple, just ask Metien.
The pink-haired little girl is so familiar with her brother, she must have a lot of little secrets about him.
With the relationship between the two of them, isn’t that something that can be easily achieved?
But before that.
Alice walked to the backyard.
Let’s clean up first.
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Although it is not the coldest part of winter yet, the leaves of the Baicheng sycamore tree in the backyard have fallen to pieces. This brought a lot of trouble to Alice's cleaning plan, and she spent nearly an hour cleaning it.
After a while, I cleaned up all the fallen leaves and breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t have to worry about Ringer talking about him when he came back.
He threw the bag of fallen leaves to the corner in a familiar manner, and when the sweepers came to clean the streets tomorrow morning, they could take them away.
Alice looked at the fruits of her labor, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and went to the kitchen to wash the handles, cut two more apples, put them on a plate, and then walked to Metien's room with the plate.<
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As for why she cut the apple, it was definitely not because she was greedy, but because she felt that she had something to ask for after all, so she couldn't come to the door empty-handed, right?
If you insist that these two apples are originally from the Metien family, then it is just a matter of arrogance, and Miss Alice will not even bother to pay attention to you.
She came to the second floor and knocked on the door of Metien's room. After receiving a reply saying "Please come in," she pushed the door open and saw Metien who was studying hard at the desk. She greeted her diligently: "Study hard."
La, Metien, take a rest first and eat some apples!"
Huh?
The little girl with pink hair felt that this sentence was a bit familiar. Someone had just said it a few days ago. But when she turned her head and saw the apples on the plate, she immediately gave up the idea because the apples cut by Alice were too ugly.
, the thickness is inconsistent, and some pieces are not even peeled off. This method is really insulting to Apple when compared with Ringer.
She forced a smile: "I, I'm not hungry yet, thank you sister Alice."
"Okay." Alice happily...I mean regretfully accepted the remaining apples and said casually: "Linge bought this specially at the garden market. I saw him buying it at the fruit market that day.
It took a long time to choose the stall, it would be a pity if you don’t eat it.”
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During this period, as long as Alice was fine, Ringer would take her with him when he went out to buy groceries. According to the maid's reasonable guess, it might be to hand over the financial power of the family to her in the future, which is really touching. Metien was stunned for a moment: "You said that Ringer specifically chose this variety?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing. Maybe, he thinks I like to eat apples like this."
"Oh? Have you ever eaten this kind of apple before?"
"Well, it was the day Sister Alice fell from the tree."
"That's it."
Alice didn't think there was anything wrong. After eating another piece of apple, she commented: "Actually, I think the taste is just average. It's far inferior to apples from Earth."
If it doesn’t taste good, why do you keep eating it?
Medien didn't dare to ask and changed the subject: "Sister Alice, what do you want from me?"
"Yes, let me ask you a question." Alice came closer and said in a mysterious tone: "Have you, or Ringer, ever encountered anything incredible?"
"An incredible thing?" Metien tilted his head: "What are you referring to?"
"Werewolves, vampires, undead, ghosts, etc."
"No."
The pink-haired little girl's answer was so decisive that Alice couldn't help but wonder: "Really not?"
"It's really not true." Metien said: "Actually, when I was a child, I liked to fantasize about these things just like you, but later Ringer told me that these are all false and are stories made up by bards and novelists."<
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"That Ringer is really a wicked person." Alice hardened her fist and destroyed the little girl's innocent fantasy like this. It's unforgivable!
"Linge also said that people who believe in these things are quite cute."
Forgive you.
Not getting the answer she wanted, Alice lost interest and was about to leave, lest Ringer, who was returning home, find out that she was disturbing Metien's study. At this time, the latter suddenly seemed to have remembered something and said with uncertainty
He said in a tone of voice: "However, the undead and ghosts you mentioned seem to have similar legends in Linwell City."
Urban legend!?
Alice's keyword radar responded, and she suddenly retracted her steps, staring at Metien with a strong desire for knowledge: "Elaborate?"
"Well, it's the Tanteville Plain in the green space on the outskirts of the city, do you know?"
"It sounds a bit familiar." Alice thought about it carefully. Fortunately, the study these days was not in vain. She quickly dug out the corresponding information from her memory bank: "The place where Marshal Napoleon supported Queen Victoria I.
?"
Merdine nodded and said: "This is history that every Linwellian knows, but don't you find it strange, Sister Alice? At that time, the old king was still in power and had a lot of support.
His nobles, why was Her Majesty the Queen's succession so smooth, with almost no setbacks?"
Alice originally wanted to say that it was because Marshal Napoleon supported her, but then she thought about it. At that time, Napoleon had just stepped onto the stage of history and had not yet become famous in future generations.
Metien lowered his voice and deliberately created a gloomy atmosphere: "So, there are no twists and turns, just records in the history books. The real situation is that Marshal Napoleon suppressed those opponents, whether they were soldiers, nobles, or unwilling to abdicate.
The old king, all——"
She stopped here, and Alice responded cooperatively: "All killed?"
"That's right. There was a lot of information preserved at that time, which mentioned this incident. Just for the sake of the marshal's posthumous name, people deleted this insider information from the book. But the people of Linwell will not forget the massacre of that day.
, because since then, people standing late at night on Martin Street and Raven Lane near the suburban green space can often hear lingering cries, which are even more tragic than the howls of wild beasts. People often say that it is the place where the bones are buried.
The ghosts of the dead are still haunted by resentment in this land, so they linger, eager to devour the souls of passers-by and return to the world."
"As a result, people no longer dared to go near that plain, and privately called it the 'Weeping Plain'. Linwell City also got its current nickname because of the endless cries of the undead—" "The City of Heartbreak, Linwell."