"It turns out that this is how Linville got its nickname."
Alice learned another little useful piece of knowledge.
After telling the ghost story, Merdine did not see the fearful expression on the maid's face, and was immediately disappointed: "Sister Alice, don't you think it's scary?"
"What's so scary? It's obviously so cool." Alice said leisurely and fascinated: "Whoever dares to object can do it. This is the decisiveness that the protagonist of a cool novel should have. Na Shuai is indeed a role model for us time travellers!
”
"..."
The pink-haired little girl calmly moved her chair back, silently praying to the goddess to quickly take back this messenger with suspected antisocial personality and not give her a chance to cause harm to the world.
Alice didn't notice that the alliance between the two was on the verge of breaking up due to their different views. She was still imagining the scene when the handsome man showed off his power. When she was done, she asked: "Then let's sneak to Tanteville Plain another day and get up close and personal."
How about the ghost legend of Linville City?"
"Ah?"
Metien blinked blankly, and Alice thought she was unwilling. Just as she was about to persuade her, she heard her say: "If you want to visit the floating ruins on the Tanteville Plain, there is no need to be secretive. We and
Wouldn’t it be great if Ringer asked him to take us there sometime?”
"Ah?
Now it was Alice's turn to be confused: "You mean you can still come and go from that place at will?"
"Why can't you just come in and out? It is originally a tourist attraction in Linville City. Many people come here every year to witness the major turning point of the Hundred Years' War."
"Travel, a tourist attraction!?" Alice was struck by lightning and couldn't believe it: "What about ghost legends? Wouldn't they swallow the souls of passers-by? Aren't everyone afraid?"
"So I have said that it is just a legend. It was a legend hundreds of years ago. This kind of statement is no longer spread in Linville City."
"How could this happen..."
The maid was greatly shocked and devastated.
Metien tilted her head, not knowing what she was upset about, but he comforted her temporarily: "So, sister Alice, do you want to go? If you want to go, I can ask Ringer. He should agree after I finish the exam."
."
Alice was not interested in this: "It's just a ruins, and there are no undead or ghosts, what's the fun?"
Her definition of "fun" makes people disagree, but the final conclusion is indeed correct. As a local resident of Linville City, Metien, who has visited the floating ruins several times, recalled the memory of that time and couldn't help but shudder.
Chill: "Actually, I feel the same way, sister Alice. It feels very uncomfortable there, too depressing, and has a... sinister smell."
"It must be the resentment of the undead!" Alice's eyes lit up, and she suddenly became very interested.
"No, experts from the Royal Academy of Sciences once came here for on-site inspections, and finally found that it was the influence of a certain magnetic field. Some people also believe that this magnetic field can affect people's emotions invisibly, so that's why Marshal Napoleon at the time
Give such a cruel order."
"Is it so scientific?"
"It's so scientific."
Metien nodded his head solemnly.
The problem is that this world is inherently unscientific.
"I don't believe it anyway."
Alice frowned and said, "Just wait and see, Metien, something will happen to this floating ruins one day. By then, I'll see how the experts can explain it!"
At this time, the sound of pushing the door suddenly came from downstairs.
"Oops, Ringer is back!"
The golden-haired maid ran away: "I'll run away first, Maidien, remember not to tell Ringer that I was here?"
Medien watched silently as she fled the scene quickly, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor. After a while, she stretched out her white palms and gently rubbed her eyebrows. This was not because she felt tired, but because...<
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"There is always an ominous premonition."
The pink-haired little girl whispered to herself: "Why?"
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At the same moment, in the floating ruins of the Tanteville Plain, 300 meters underground, in the artificially dug tunnel, the kerosene lamp emitted a dim light, dragging out long shadows and falling on the mottled rock walls, each with an expression on their face.
The numb, ragged figure is holding a shovel, pickaxe and other tools, working like a miner, digging between the piled sand and gravel and the solid soil, looking for something.
The soil was dug up, the rocks were smashed, and what was exposed to the light of the world again were fragments of iron tools and pottery, as well as some ancient coins. They were all badly worn and lost their original texture through long-term oxidation.
The luster is only stained with rust. In addition, there are pieces of pale bones, skulls, hand bones, patella... When illuminated by the flame of the kerosene lamp, it is eerie and scary.
During the Hundred Years' War, the old kings and conservative aristocrats who died tragically at the hands of Marshal Napoleon were ordered to be buried by Queen Victoria I after the Founding War, so that they could return to their hometowns and rest in peace. However, those who were loyal to the orders of those in power were ordered to bury them.
The soldiers who resisted and were massacred in the end were not so lucky. Most of their bodies are still buried underground in the floating ruins, and no one will collect them, and no one will even remember their existence.
Therefore, for hundreds of years, the people of Linwell believe that the cries of the dead do not come from those corrupt superiors, but from these innocent soldiers who suffered only because of their foolish loyalty. Their number is
How many? Thousands? Tens of thousands? No one can tell clearly, at least what is not clearly stated in the history books is that the massacre lasted for three full days and nights.
This terrifying resentment is enough to give birth to equally terrifying undead: night wandering spirits, ghouls, angry spirits and even lichs, which once roamed the countryside, making people afraid to go out late at night. Therefore, in the Middle Ages, bards often said "Tant
"The ghosts of Weir Plain will devour the souls of passers-by" are not meant to be threatening.
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In order to quell the resentment of the undead, the Steam Order in the 12th century AD and the Order in the 18th century AD jointly took measures here. The former directly eliminated them by force, while the latter built floating ruins here to enshrine a piece of
An extremely high-level holy relic fundamentally cuts off the possibility of the birth of the undead.
But the purpose of Feiyali's appearance here is not to covet the holy relic. Even if she had the courage to do so, she would not dare to have similar thoughts. She is only responsible for supervising these blood slaves, digging up the remains of the soldiers and bringing them with them.
Just leave.
As we all know, the resentment of the undead is attached to their living bodies, not the land where their bones are buried.
The journalist lady who had visited Tianxin Church changed her dress at this time, wearing a black windbreaker, holding a barbed chain whip, and her sharp scarlet eyes exuded a coquettish bloody light in the dim light.
She closely monitors any movement in the corridor. Once she detects any suspicious movement, she will not hesitate to... run away.
There is no other way. The floating ruins on the Tanteville Plain are already an area closely monitored by the religious orders. The Ossuary Church of the Death Prayer Society is less than one kilometer away, and there are often night watchmen disguised as tourists. Fiyali led
The actions of people digging up the remains of the dead here are tantamount to stealing their treasures under the eyes of the dragon. Once discovered, there is no way to die.
If not for the recent period, most of the attention of the United Order has been occupied by the upcoming negotiations, and Bishop Clouser has pressed too hard, Fiyali would really not dare to do such a bold thing. Although, this was not of her own free will.
Thinking of this, the reporter gritted her teeth bitterly and cursed in her heart that Verol was a piece of stinky shit that had no parents. She was afraid of being traced by the night watchman and wanted to use the flesh and blood of cattle and horses to replace the flesh and blood in the sacrificial ceremony. However, Crowe was
After Bishop Seer scolded him, not only did he not repent, but he came up with another bad idea. He asked himself to come here to collect the remains of the dead, hoping to rely on their resentment to make up for the incompleteness of the sacrifices in the ceremony, without using his own pig brains.
Think about it, the night watchmen are not easy to mess with, so are the death prayer groups at the death prayer meeting easy to bully?
No, that guy just knew that the suicidal bird was not easy to mess with, so he put the task on himself! He kept saying that he was busy preparing for the sacrificial ceremony and had no time, so he had to make a hard trip on his own. His hypocritical manner made me think.
Vomiting.
But she couldn't refuse. After all, the workplace was still very cruel. Verol was Sequence 7 with her, but his status in the church was one level higher, so he suppressed her and she couldn't resist.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
But, calm down, Miss Fairy, calm down.
According to reliable information, that guy in Verreau has offended Bishop Closier because of his stupid proposal before, and will soon be sent to the most remote parish to clean toilets. There must be many people coveting his vacant position.
, and as long as I complete this dangerous task, it will be equivalent to adding one point to Bishop Clouser's mind. Maybe the great Lord of Heaven will look at me differently.
By then, won’t it be easy to replace Verol’s position?
Wealth can be found in danger, just give it a try!
There was a flash of excitement in the reporter's eyes, as if she had seen the bright future waving towards her.