The Wicked Saintess Who Transmigrated into the Book Will Never Reveal Her Secret Identity

Chapter 70 : Flower Capital

Flower Capital==========================

The magic-powered "carriage" custom-made in Adventurer City squeaked along, while Jiang Cheng and Lyle lay on the seats inside, gazing at the scenery outside the window.

"Why do they still call it a carriage when it's powered by magic?"

Lyle asked curiously.

"Otherwise, what should it be called, a magic car?"

Jiang Cheng rolled her eyes. "The moment you ask something like that, I can tell you didn't study well."

"What do you mean?"

Lyle asked, baffled.

"The reason it's called a carriage is because its power actually comes from its engine, the 'motor'—in the old language, 'ma da'. So it's actually called a 'ma da carriage', which got shortened to 'carriage.'"

To be honest, Jiang Cheng had also frozen for a few seconds the first time she learned this bit of history.

In her previous life, when she saw the author's explanation, she left a long rant in the chapter comments.

"Is that even possible?"

Clearly, Lyle had the same idea, blurting out.

"Who knows how their brains work?"

Jiang Cheng shrugged. "Anyway, I can't understand it."

"Same here."

Lyle shrugged too. "If even you can't understand, how could I?"

"Indeed."

Jiang Cheng nodded solemnly. "After all, our hero is a bit of an idiot~"

"Well, that's true."

Lyle shrugged and nodded in agreement.

"A new city, huh..."

Lyle lifted his head, looking off into the distance at the city where flower petals danced in the wind.

"I wonder if we'll be able to find any new clues about them in this city."

As he spoke, his expression fell a little. He turned to Jiang Cheng and said, "So, I'll have to ask the smart and capable Saintess for help."

Jiang Cheng looked up, her golden eyes flickering, and after a long moment, she finally said, "Don't address me as 'Miss'."

"So, about the matter—"

"Of course I can help~"

Jiang Cheng suddenly covered her rosy lips and laughed, her brows arching into crescent moons.

"Since it's our dear hero's request, I'll certainly—gladly agree."

She put particular emphasis on "gladly," but Lyle, the blockhead, didn't notice.

"By the way,"

Lyle suddenly said, "since that's the case, come with me to pay a visit to a grave."

"A grave?"

Jiang Cheng was taken aback, not understanding why Lyle's train of thought had jumped there.

"Mm."

Lyle nodded. "Teacher's mage tower is near Flower Capital; you must know that."

"I do,"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "so?"

"So, let's go have a look if we have time."

Lyle said.

"Even though I don't have the power Teacher did to rebuild the mage tower, I've still cleared out a lot of debris there over the past year. We can go back to pay our respects and pull some weeds."

"I see..."

Jiang Cheng nodded. "That's fine."

Though she was fully capable of repairing the mage tower herself with divine art, there was no need. After all, it was just something left as a memory for Lyle; there was no real difference between a restored tower or a ruined one.

Besides, restoring it too faithfully might cause suspicion; if it wasn't restored properly, her identity as the little junior might have issues. Better not to fix it at all.

Although she had never quite accepted the title of little junior, she still valued that identity.

Yes, only because it was useful and could deflect suspicion—not because she had any personal attachment to it.

"So..."

Jiang Cheng squinted slightly at him. "What's this about visiting a grave?"

"I built a grave for Teacher,"

Lyle said. "Even though I couldn't find Teacher's body, I found her favorite clothes among her belongings, so I made a cenotaph."

"I see..."

Jiang Cheng nodded lightly. "That's just like you."

"What do you mean?"

Lyle looked at her in confusion.

"It's nothing,"

Jiang Cheng shook her head. She really hadn't thought Lyle would even build a grave, or that he would pay his respects whenever he passed by.

But thinking about it, that was just his style—not so surprising after all.

"What about the others before Teacher?"

Jiang Cheng asked, curiosity tinged in her voice.

"Who?"

Lyle paused, then realized. "Oh, you mean them."

"My sister's grave is behind her house. I remember she really loved her garden, which is just like Teacher."

"As for my childhood friend, since I was still being hunted at the time, I could only erect a cenotaph for her in Evernight Forest."

"I see..."

Jiang Cheng's gaze shifted, and after a long silence she said, "That's really nice."

"There's nothing nice about it,"

Lyle replied blandly. "It's just something to do, so that when I think of them, I have somewhere to go."

"That's true,"

Jiang Cheng nodded. "So how often do you pay your respects?"

"If I'm in the same city or nearby, I go twice a week,"

Lyle said.

"That often..."

Jiang Cheng remarked casually, as if nothing had happened.

But her heart was not calm. Complex emotions surged inside her, making it impossible to settle down.

"But I didn't expect you to be able to snag a carriage from the dragons and elves."

Fortunately, Lyle interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts.

"That,"

Jiang Cheng shrugged, "they should be thanking me."

"Nowadays, in Adventurer City, only the two other races are left to do business; their clans even want to reward them."

"True,"

Lyle nodded, looking out the window into the distance. "We're almost there."

"Yes,"

Jiang Cheng nodded. As the carriage screeched to a halt with a final squeak, the door opened automatically, and the two stepped out.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's always beautiful."

Stepping out, they were greeted by countless pink and white petals caught in the wind, drifting down from the sky.

The endless rain of flowers brushed their faces, a fragrant scent filling the air. The petals spun into little tornadoes in the breeze.

"It really is beautiful,"

Lyle echoed beside her. "I didn't really pay attention the last few times."

"Well, you haven't come out much, have you?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at Lyle.

"True,"

Lyle nodded. "Except when Teacher wanted me to learn about humanity, I barely ever left the mage tower."

"That's good,"

Jiang Cheng nodded. "Otherwise, I'd really worry that our dear hero would get scammed."

After all, this was Flower Capital—the beautiful, romantic, and carnivorous Flower Capital.

If the shadows in Adventurer City stayed behind the scenes, and in other cities, most problems lived in the gray zone like organized crime, then in Flower Capital, the darkness was right there in the open.

To anyone with a conscience, once you truly learned about the lower strata of Flower Capital, you'd find the city practically names "cannibalism" outright.

This was Flower Capital—the most beautiful, and the darkest city.

"So, where are we going to stay?"

Lyle looked up and asked Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng plucked a petal and smiled. "We're going to the Breeding District."

"?"

"Why do you want to go there?!"