I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 298. Fake Alarm!

"It's me."

Char pulled Ortlinde closer to her. The latter was afraid of the darkness beneath her feet and immediately hugged him tightly.

After more than ten seconds, as if sensing that she was slowly descending, Ortlinde let go of Char's neck with a red face, trying to keep the distance between the two of them as far as possible, but the situation did not last long.

"Damn it, you actually didn't cherish such a good opportunity! If I were you, I would face him directly now!' Rosswealth roared in her heart.

"Shut, shut up!"

"You're so angry from embarrassment, there must be an image in your head, right?"

"No no no no!"

"It's not good to lie. As the Valkyrie, you're actually afraid of lying."

"Shut up! I won't let you out next time!"

"Hmph!"

Rosswealth shut her mouth.

Char did not know that the girl was quarreling with herself, but seeing her expression change again and again, he thought that something had happened, and quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's none of your business! Get, get away from me!" Ortlinde was still embarrassed and retorted out of instinct.

"???" Char was dumbfounded.

The young girl immediately regretted it and apologized in a low voice, "S-sorry, I wasn't angry at you, I was just having a quarrel with her, she…"

"Alright, alright, I know." Char smiled.

There was an 80% chance that Rosswealth was making some perverted jokes again.

The two of them floated for more than ten minutes without landing. During this time, Char cast "Slow Landing " twice.

Suddenly, he smelled a familiar scent.

It was the "Long Mist".

Although it wasn't as strong as the Court of the Holy tree, it felt extremely familiar. Fortunately, he had a way to confirm it.

"Goddess, you're up."

"I don't have a place to stand, so I won't come out."

"You can hang onto my leg."

"I won't!"

Fine. Tsudere.

"Then, is this the Long Mist?" he asked.

"Yes." Messiah answered instantly.

However, her answer was so straightforward that Char was suspicious of it.

The Goddess usually gave high-quality answers, such as 'I don't know!' Why would she be so straightforward this time?

"Why?" He asked.

Messiah was silent for a moment.

"This is Ravesland"

"What?"

If there was a voice in his heart, Char's voice would have been more than an octave higher.

Ravesland, the legendary floating city driven by perpetual motion machines that would never land, the master of the mechanical civilization. Buried beneath it were Khorium, gray crystals, and gray coal mines that the mechanics had plundered from all over the world, enough to sustain their research consumption for a thousand years.

As mentioned before, the Mushroom people had dug out a city from the mechanical ruins, but compared to Ravesland, it was like a mixed urban and rural area! Compared to the two, it not only lacked productivity, but also foundation.

Ravesland was a city that would grow and had thousands of years of history. It was like a machine that had its parts updated for thousands of years. It was always high-end and first-class.

After bragging so much, some people might ask, why didn't we discover such an amazing ancient city before?"

Yes, that was the problem.

No one had ever discovered it, which was why it was so awesome.

Was the ruins of Atlantis amazing?

Was The Hanging Garden of Babylon awesome?

Was the Maya civilization awesome?

The pyramids, the Great Wall, and the Pantheon were not as amazing because they could be seen and touched.

The most mysterious things were things that only existed in words and pictures, because people's imagination was endless.

It was the same for Ravesland, or perhaps Char had always assumed it as the mysterious type. Whenever the elves' records of Ravesland mentioned the prosperity and technology of various civilizations, it would always have a 'don't ask, this is the most awesome, there's no reason' argument.

Now, he was suddenly informed that the mysterious Ravesland was about to appear. How could Char not be excited?

"But how did you know?" he asked.

"Because of the 'Long Mist'."

"I don't know much about the Mechanical Civilization, but I do know that the chosen one of the second era detonated the Long Mist in the city when Ravesland was attacked by the Gray Slaves. 240,000 Mechanics and the Gray Slaves died together. So, the only one who could have the Long Mist was Ravesland."

The Long Mist was the pure energy left behind from the beginning of creation. Should it be detonated…

Just by listening to it, Char felt as if he was witnessing a world-shaking explosion, and the world seemed to be torn apart.

"But didn't you say that the dense Long Mist only exists in the Court of the Holy tree?"

"It's like this. At that time, the Court of the Holy tree was located at a place called the 'Rusty Lake'. He asked me the same question about how to obtain the Long Mist there? He clearly did it in the end."

Char teased when he heard that, "You can actually be of such great use, aww!"

"Shut up! I said I don't know back then, I don't know how he did it!" replied Messiah, annoyed.

Char said, "As expected of you. So what about it now?

"I really don't know!"

Fine.

Char stopped asking. He held Ortlinde tightly in one hand and gestured with the Fire of Origin in the other hand. Then, the familiar smell dispersed.

As expected.

"What's wrong? Is there an enemy?" the young girl asked.

"No." Char shook his head.

"We are landing soon."

"Ah…"

"What, do you want to hug a little longer? It's fine, you don't have to let go." Char laughed.

Ortlinde couldn't argue with him, so she blushed and turned her head away, not talking to him.

I'm so angry. I'm angry with Ross in my heart, and I'm still angry with this guy outside. They're both bad people!

Although she was angry, she didn't feel much resentment. Instead, she felt that this kind of playfulness was a little intimate, which warmed her heart. The loneliness of her childhood and the fatigue of playing the role of the "Valkyrie" by herself some time ago had been relieved by a lot.

After all, she was just a young girl who suddenly shouldered a great responsibility. She was not yet the Valkyrie who stood out from the qualifiers and matured step by step.

After letting her thoughts run wild, she recalled what she had seen this time, and her heart couldn't help but sink.

"Char, did the church really capture those people to resurrect Mungo?"

Char did not intend to hide anything anymore, so he told the whole story while omitting the Holy Grail.

"They have two purposes for doing this. One is the ruins we're about to reach. To be honest, I don't know what's inside.

"The second is to spread faith. Do you still remember what I said? You didn't need holy water, but I cut a wound on your body, you needed it. The reason why the Barbarians believe in their ancestors and do not need the church is because their ancestors are protecting them. However, if their ancestors can not bring peace and food, the Seven Holy Spirits can, or in other words, they can exchange their faith in the Holy Spirit for food, then they will need the church."

Ortlinde bit her lips. "Then, what I believe in and what I do are all wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with faith, but the wrong thing is to use it. You don't need others to judge whether you're right or wrong, it's up to you.

"Just like Mia, she knows what she should do. Treat the injured, protect the weak, and always have sympathy and pity. No matter when, these beautiful things will never be wrong. You only need to be good yourself, abide by justice and kindness, just like how you protected those Barbarians above just now."

"But like you said, I was used and deceived…"

Char could not help but laugh as he tapped her nose.

"Why do you have to take the blame for what others do? Weighing the gains and losses, calculating the pros and cons, and then haggling over every little thing, trying to get away with it, this isn't you.

"The final result was the interaction of countless individuals. If one could see it clearly, one would not ask. If one had the ability to turn the tide, one would not need to ask. If you can't, then don't ask."

Looking at Ortlinde's blushing face, he continued, "Of course, it's good to use your brain. After all, things are always complicated and not as simple as you think. If you want to 'do it all' like I did, you'll have to die a few more brain cells in order to have the best ending."

"I understand!"

Ortlinde nodded heavily and asked, "Char, am I stupid?"

"Not smart."

"What about her? She must be very smart, she and you get along so well."

The young girl's voice suddenly weakened, as if she was very unhappy to lose to her other self.

Char laughed, "She's you, and she's not smart either, but there's one thing she did well."

Ortlinde's ears pricked up at once.

"What?"

"She trusted me without any reservations."

The girl suddenly fell silent.

Char thought that she was going to cover this up, but she suddenly asked timidly, "Then, then what did you mean when you said 'I want it all'?"

???

Awkward. It was extremely awkward.

In the end, the landing saved Char.

"We're here."

He shook the "Fire of Origin", and the invisible sword suddenly lit up with flames, like a light stick in the dark, illuminating the surroundings.

Although he didn't know where he was, the floor was a brass floor with hollow patterns. The cracks in the texture of each floor tile were filled with black soil. On top of it were plants that were 20 centimeters tall. The fruits were like mulberries, red with black spots, and the leaves were like the wings of a ladybug, thick and oily, reflecting a unique texture under the light.

Char, you haven't answered me…"

"Look at this! This is called a cypress Leaf. It's grown by civilians on the outskirts of Marcus city, and a few pounds of scrap copper left by scribes were buried in the ground. It's not only food, but it can also be used as fuel, as well as to make clothes with dehydrated fiber, and so on. But most importantly, it can purify the air and filter the gray fog. It's a necessity for slaves."

Char immediately turned into a chatterbox and led her forward.

The Mechanical civilization was divided into three distinct classes, each of which used an object they relied on to survive as a symbol.

The Gray Slaves who had been dealing with mines their whole lives were inseparable from the cypress leaves. Most of them would have such an emblem on their back. The cypress leaves were all they had and could be obtained for free.

The mechanical civilization was highly dependent on coal, and the waste gas produced from burning became the gray fog around Ravesland after layers of recycling and filtration. Slaves who could not live in isolation had to live in houses covered with cypress leaves.

As for the civilians, they lived in the middle and lower levels of the city. The middle level of the plantation had a large number of otogi wood. As long as they paid a monthly salary to the plantation owner, they could live in the houses built by otogi wood, which could also isolate them from the gray fog. As a result, the commoners all had the smell of otogi wood on their bodies, and over time, it became a natural mark.

As for the mechanics, they would wear badges made with Khoriums on their chests to show their respect and to live in the protected real urban area.

Char explained all this to Ortlinde as he lit up the low street lamps.

The light was in the shape of a dog-tail grass and was only one meter high. It was very energy-saving and illuminated the bucket-shaped houses around it.

Why was it bucket-shaped?

Char didn't know either. He guessed that this would have the smallest surface area and save more cypress leaves.

After walking for a short while, he suddenly heard the sound of rolling on the ground from the corner.

Someone was driving?

Char immediately clenched his invisible sword and stood in front of Ortlinde. The latter also pulled out her holy sword.

This was a rare scene. In the past, the Mystletainn and the holy sword had only been used in the final stages, and the only boss that required the two of them to fight together was Zin'rokh. However, ever since the story killed him, Char only fought solo and did not engage in team battles, so it had been a long time since he had seen this scene.

However, there was nothing to say about his combat power. Even if the other side drove Optimus Prime over to deliver a package, he was confident that he could fight them.

However, after a series of rumbling sounds, a short mechanical dwarf appeared in front of them. It was standing on a wheelbarrow and swaying over.

Even with Char's perception, he did not notice the guy."

"Please put away your weapons. The one in front of you is a Fitzrock I Lifeguard, number 875. I mean no harm. I repeat, I have no ill intentions."

"Are you a projection or a real entity? Why can't I sense you?" Char asked.

"Hello, visitor, I'm a physical entity. About your question, there's a 99% chance that it's because of the anti-detection coating, and the remaining 1% is that you're out of order."

875 stopped five meters in front of Char and began to take something out of its stomach.

It opened the cabinet and took out two raincoats. Char recognized that they were clothes woven from the leaves of the otogi tree.

"The 'Spirit Breath Bottle' is severely damaged, and its spirit breath is leaking. For the health of the visitors, Fitzlock Endless Creativity Company will provide you with a spirit breath protective suit for free for a month."

Before he could even get his hands on the clothes, he was already greeted by a strong smell.

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[Long Impervious-Brand Protective Suit (Clothing)]

It could effectively block the erosion of the [Long Mist ] and fill you with the taste of a man!

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This stench was not even comparable to the blooming of the Photinia flowers. Every breath was the taste of life inheritance.

"No need, we have other means of defense."

Char threw the clothes back.

"Since it's a free one-month trial, will I still have to pay for it when it's up?" he asked.

"Yes, 4 Biante a day."

"Biante? Is it the currency here?" Ortlinde asked.

As soon as this question was raised, 875's face immediately changed. The light bulb-like hair on his head suddenly lit up with a red light, and the warning sound continued.

"Grey slaves have been detected invading the Rivet Street. Grey slaves have been detected invading the Rivet Street. Calling the sentry team, calling-"

Before 875 could finish his sentence, a sword was pressed against its left elbow, and the sound stopped.

"Be honest, lifeguard." Char said.

875 was stunned for a few seconds before he suddenly shouted, "Fake alarm! Fake alarm! There's no incident at Rivet Street! Repeat! There's no incident at Rivet Street!"