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Chapter 105 Do you want to be a guest?

 Only Ringer understands the meaning of this sentence.

Traveling to this day, philosophers from the earth world have always been inseparable from Alice, and it seems that they can hear their names wherever they go: Marshal Napoleon, Joan of Arc, the Four Philosophers of the Renaissance, the Red-bearded King Barbarossa, and the Minister of War Affairs

Helmut, the minister, Merlin, the ancestor of magic... The history of this world, from the real to the mysterious, has been tampered with beyond its original form. However, all the philosophers mentioned above only exist in history.

The most recent ones are more than sixty years old, so Alice has only heard of their names, but has never interacted with them.

When this talented player first heard the names and deeds of his fellow villagers, he once ambitiously expressed that he wanted to create a career as brilliant as theirs. Although, so far, Ringer has not discovered that she has made any contribution to the world.

What a useful contribution.

Charles Dickens and Christian Huygens were the first time Alice had close contact with compatriots from the earth world since she traveled to another world. This made her feel very excited and novel. Of course, one thing that cannot be ignored is that

The timing and location of this meeting were not very appropriate. Moreover, there was another thing worth noting, that is, the images of these two philosophers seemed different from the great writer and scientist in her impression.

Naturally, she would feel doubtful. This doubtful feeling was probably similar to what she felt when she left Linville on the Dawn train and embarked on an adventurous journey. She looked at the floating ruins in the wilderness on the outskirts of the city and saw the statue of Marshal Napoleon.

Mood: In her impression, Nashuai was a dwarf, but the statue in the ruins showed him as a tall man with a height of over 1.8 meters and an imposing manner. Ringer also said that historical materials and personal accounts of the person involved showed that Nashuai indeed had such an image.<

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So, is it the earth's history textbook that is wrong, or is it that the image of philosophers has undergone earth-shaking changes since they came to this world?

However, no matter how much you change, it can’t be so outrageous, right?

"If I remember correctly," Alice said cautiously while observing the expression of the cold blonde lady, "Christian Huygens, should he be a male?"<

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Isn't it a bad job to transform famous historical figures into girls only in two-dimensional mobile games that are cute and charming? Why is it that the game command company also does this? And the girliness is just that, why don't we all do it together?

What happened? Christian Huygens turned into a cute girl, but Charles Dickens still had the standard skin of an English gentleman. He looks down on us writers, right?

As soon as these words were spoken, the already tense atmosphere seemed to become even more tense. Those silver rabid dogs did not make any move, but their silent and cold gazes could be felt through the cold steel armor, and the silver-white guns

Guan Zheng is getting ready to go. If the words just now are regarded as a provocation to the superior, then they undoubtedly have the reason to blast these fish that have slipped through the net into magic residue, and they only need an order from the superior.
Neville looked back at Alice with a suspicious expression. She thought her mouth was harsh enough, but she still couldn't anger all her enemies with just one sentence like Alice. Could it be that this guy is good at language arts?

Genius?

Christian's face was expressionless and he did not express any opinion on this sentence, but Dickens chuckled, as if he found it quite interesting: "It's been a long time since I met someone as humorous as you, young lady. It sounds like you are very interesting to us.

There seems to be a unique insight into what we should or should not look like. In other words...do you know us well?"

"Ah." Alice scratched her hair: "Okay, okay. For example, I know you are a great writer and have written "A Tale of Two Cities", "Oliver Twist" and "Desolate House"? Although I haven't read any of them.

Passed. By the way! I really like a sentence you wrote in the book, what is it called? This is the best of times and the worst of times... But I forgot about it later, hehe."

She chatted with her enemy.

When Dickens heard this, he nodded with deep sympathy: "I also like this sentence very much."

This was a bit strange. Alice always felt that he was commenting on other people's works, and a look of confusion flashed in her eyes. At this time, Dickens suddenly asked again: "Miss, do you know about the Heavenly Boundary Bridge?"



"What?"

Alice subconsciously replied: "What is that?"

"Nothing." Dickens looked at her with a smile. His words and demeanor were as if he was looking at a little white rabbit that had just entered the world and was unfamiliar with the world. It was both funny and condescending and pitiful:

"I'm surprised, but it seems like your appearance was just an accident."

"I don't think so, Dickens."

Christian, who had never spoken, spoke coldly at this moment, with an extraordinary calmness and rationality in his voice: "She knows the origin and meaning of the philosopher's code name, but she doesn't know what the Heavenly Boundary Bridge is. This shows her existence."

It is an abnormal phenomenon in itself. We cannot attribute all abnormalities to accidents. This is not in line with a principle that leaders often warn us: be wary of anything outside the norm and carefully explore the meaning of their existence."

"I know, so this is just a small wish of mine."

Dickens smiled and said: "I always say that there is a lack of humor and interesting souls in the world, because there are so many people like you who are used to being more serious. Being a colleague with you will make people feel as if they have a tacit understanding, but if we are friends

That would be too boring, don’t you think so, Christian?”

Christian responded with a short sentence: "I thought you were used to it."

Dickens smiled even more happily.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Alice listened to their incomprehensible conversation and was confused: "So what exactly is the Sky Bridge? Should I know? What will happen if I don't know?"
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You villains should stop being the Riddler all the time, it’s really annoying!

"In fact, it doesn't depend on our opinion, so what I can answer you is, maybe it will happen, maybe it won't happen." Dickens turned his attention to Alice again, looking at her curious face with a hint of curiosity.

With a very eager look, he said: "If we want to explore the accurate conclusion, I think we need to have a more in-depth exchange, and this is obviously not the right place. This lady is interested in visiting the Church of the Sin.

Do you want to discuss some topics that may involve the nature of the world? Of course, if you feel that it is too profound, to avoid boring you, I would also be happy to discuss with you the role of Charles Dickens, a great critical writer, on the trend of modern literature.

What kind of leadership and inheritance role did he play, and how was he later impacted by more postmodern creative concepts... Are these topics better able to satisfy your preferences?"

He calls himself a literary giant. Would a normal person say that? And a normal person would not accept such an invitation that looks suspicious at first glance, right? Even if you take a step back, don’t you think you would threaten the guests with the muzzle and barrel of a gun?

Is it rude to be a guest?

Alice finally realized that she was not chasing idols now, and the two philosophers who appeared in front of her were not necessarily her fellow villagers on earth. She took a step back and whispered: "Uh, this is not necessary, right?

I'm pretty busy, how about we chat next time when I have time? See you later?"

She gestured to leave, but Christian raised his hand indifferently and made a gesture. Suddenly, there was a loud sound of moving gun barrels, and the crosshairs were locked on her body, scaring the genius player.

Behind Ringer.

"What a pity." Dickens sighed softly: "What I regret is that you are unwilling to accept our invitation, and what is even more regrettable is that I cannot let you refuse our invitation, because of the existence of your 'abnormal phenomenon',

It is really important to us. Therefore, please forgive me, even if it is necessary to use force, it is a last resort choice - just do it, the top priority is to capture the target, other than that, the rest does not matter."

This last sentence was obviously addressed to the soldiers.

As she finished speaking, Neville keenly noticed that the concentration of magic in the air was rising sharply, gradually exceeding the normal standard. She realized that this was because the magic knights and constructs around her were operating their equipment at high power.

The phenomenon caused by the magic furnace, obviously, they have already planned to launch an attack.

The silver-eyed countess tensed her nerves instantly and lowered her voice: "Leticia, hide behind me; and you, be careful. If we fight later, I may not be able to take care of you..."<

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Ringer and the others all looked stern, realizing that they were about to face a tough battle. Moreover, their hope of escaping seemed very slim.

Can we only hope for a miracle to happen...?

A voice suddenly came from outside the battlefield: "Please wait a moment!"


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