I, transformed into a vampire girl, sparked the Industrial Revolution.

Chapter 338 Chess Game (2)

Alice stepped off the plane, and Denver International Airport was packed with reporters. All of them turned their cameras toward the legendary figure who had profoundly influenced the civilization of this planet. Even the press had initially received guidance from her, Alice Delalaye. The modern media—the Ameliace Times—was established in Trian under Alice's guidance.

Alice, dressed in a dark purple outfit, was deeply different from the romantic style pursued by the women around the United States' elite. In the vast territory of the United States beyond the Steel Belt and Silicon Valley, there was a clash of styles between church immigrants from Rome and native Emilylansian immigrants. As the bourgeoisie grew, upper-class women used wide crinoline dresses as a symbol of nobility. These dresses were known for being too loose and not suitable for exercise.

For them, this kind of skirt represents a declaration of their status—it is because they do not have to do labor that they can wear this kind of skirt as their daily attire. The huge crinoline, the lace hem, and the exaggerated and suffocating corset are complicated and even require the assistance of many people to put on properly.

Alice once remarked, "They look like beautifully decorated shuttlecocks." After all, when she had just become a girl, Alice had suffered greatly from this. Alicia, in the name of the Queen, ordered Alice to dress properly, and she wore many of these classic outfits. So much so that later, when she had some spare time, Alice immediately ordered tailors to make the formal uniforms (suits) that are popular all over the world today.

In this era, technology is advancing by leaps and bounds, but people's consciousness lags far behind their capabilities. Outside of Dela Leyen, the "world capital," and other modern metropolises around the world, life is no different from what it was a decade or two ago. Although the "new humans" born on Amelanxi are equal in strength between men and women, they are still deeply bound by various concepts imposed by society.

Alice walked up the spiral staircase. For the world today, apart from Catherine the Great of Lucy's Empire, Alice was "the greatest woman." She looked down at the crowd and took off her sunglasses. She saw the United States guards holding up M1 rifles, and a red carpet awaiting her.

Alice's outfit consisted of a suit jacket on the upper body and a long skirt, with the formal coat casually draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of arrogance to her look.

In Alice's words, "Back then, I had my hands in my pockets and didn't know who my opponent was." Not wearing sunglasses was simply a way of showing respect to the host, Mike Douglas, with this air of arrogance.

“That’s right…that’s right…it’s her, Alice Delalaye. No one can imitate that aura.”

Alice possesses a unique aura, a blend of arrogance and wisdom, gentleness and steeliness. She walks confidently down the red carpet, facing the gaze of the crowd.

"Are you sure it's...?"

“That’s right, there will never be another Alice de la Leigh. I used to work in Amelancy, and later came to the United States for various reasons. I’m 100% sure that this is her.”

A staff member beside Mike Douglas whispered a reminder, and Mike Douglas suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He straightened his hat and strode over.

“Welcome, welcome to Denver, Miss Alice.” Mike Douglas extended his hand, intending to perform the most solemn local greeting to women—a kiss on the hand, a gesture passed down from Old Ameliach and reserved for the Queen.

Alice nodded—then extended her hand and took McDougall's hand—and shook it: "The weather in Denver is nice, Mr. McDougall. Thank you for your hospitality."

"As expected of Alice... Her attire and this etiquette, I think, are all meant to highlight her ideals... She's a famous radical."

“Oh, Miss Alice is a radical? I’d like to hear it.”

"Alright, my lovely little Alice, Miss Alice, she is certainly a radical. You know, the predecessor of Amelia was the Crimson Empire of the Demon Clan. Miss Alice led the transformation of this country when she was still a princess, from princess to president... Of course, now, she wants to seize the wealth of honest and good people for those despicable lowly workers. Alas, I really don't know what she's thinking."

A man and a woman in the crowd said that some of the social elites present saw that Alice's current clothes, etiquette, and speech were all a declaration of war against the conservatism led by Michael Douglas.

In fact, she herself is a declaration of war against traditional society.

Regardless, everyone acknowledges that Alice possesses the Midas touch. People initially believed that Queen Alicia would eventually fall to the usurper's attack, while the West Colombia Revolutionary Front, which was previously unknown and not favored by anyone, has taken over the entire West and officially become a contender in the civil war.

The scene of the two standing together and shaking hands was captured by a camera and spread like wildfire. What Alice didn't know was that this photo would soon become a bombshell in Amelia's society.

“Miss Alice, I have never met you before. I am deeply impressed by what I have seen today. I look forward to spending time with you at the upcoming summit.”

"We learn from each other and exchange ideas, which is the original intention of the meeting. However, Alice still hopes that Mr. Mike Douglas will give more consideration to the wishes of the Colombian people."

"Please, Miss Alice."

Mike Douglas rode in one car, while Alice and her entourage rode in another. Before getting into the car, Mike Douglas glanced at Alice and then got in.

"How is it, Your Excellency General?"

"She's a tough opponent. I'm sure Alice is our main focus going forward. The others, whether it's that Southern madman or the Northwest labor corps, are not our main adversaries."

"But she has only just taken the west, Your Excellency."

"This isn't a matter of just now or early, and it's not as simple as dealing with those greenhorns. She ruled the country long before the United States was founded. You're dealing with the architect of modern society, gentlemen. However, I would like to have a drink with her."

"I heard Miss Alice is still unmarried?"

"Miss Alice is a vampire, an ancient and powerful bloodline. Vampire women rarely seek partners because most people don't live to see the day when vampires die of natural causes. And even now, the vampire bloodline is predominantly female."

"Perhaps Miss Alice also... I've read about her romantic history in the tabloids; I heard she had 72 male lovers... and so on."

"Forget it, I think Miss Alice does have female concubines, and the people around her are mostly women. It's said that very few of them are married. I think..."

"Stop! Stop! Gentlemen, we're here to discuss how to deal with this legendary figure at the upcoming meetings and banquets, not to discuss the gossip of those third-rate tabloids!"

Mike Douglas stopped his men from gossiping and waved his hand, saying, "There's a banquet tonight, hosted by the Khalifa family. Quickly help me figure out how to deal with her so we can gain the upper hand in the negotiations."

"I think we should let other celebrities test the waters first before making a decision."