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    Since waking up, Anseth has not gone out of the heavily guarded high wall in the military zone. Of course, this is an arrangement made by Sandora for safety reasons, but generally everyone does not like to have their freedom restricted - Apostle  They may be able to stay in place for ten thousand years because of an order, but the ancestors obviously cannot live according to the apostles' behavior pattern.  Shandora is concerned and chaotic. She probably ignored this to some extent. In addition, due to the recent busy schedule, a group of ancestors were imprisoned by us for such a long time as if they were under house arrest

    The scenery outside the military zone is completely different from that inside the high wall. The latter is a strict and rigid military garrison. Imperial soldiers who have extremely low requirements for personal life will certainly not bother to set up any entertainment venues in the military zone, but in  Outside, civilians of all races brought over the best and most distinctive things from their world. While desperately trying to showcase their own world's unique culture, they also formed a never-ending, dazzling exposition. The more they left the military,  District, the scene becomes more prosperous: this is just the opposite of an ordinary city. I guess you have never seen a city where the city center is inaccessible and only enters the bustling area after the second ring road. Fortunately, Shadow City has a convenient transportation system, otherwise  This is definitely an abnormal development

    "Oh, it turns out that there is such a bustling and lively place outside." The ancestor named "Lu" seemed to be more active than others probably because she was young. She was a little confused at first, but she soon discovered that the outside world was more complicated.  It was much friendlier than the heavily guarded military base with security weapons everywhere, so it soon switched to pure sightseeing mode.  Others slowly relaxed under her guidance. We walked through the First Commercial Street, passing dazzling stores one after another. Residents from all over the world opened countless shops, restaurants and entertainment here.  With its facade, this special commercial street is more of a semi-official and semi-private "booth" than a trading place where ordinary citizens meet their daily needs.  You can find that all the stores here are advertised as "foreign characteristics". Next to the blacksmith shop that sells traditional swords may be a starship rental store that supports credit card consumption. The registration for an interstellar tour group is upstairs from the night elf's potion shop.  At the same time, we also saw a magical driving school that offers driving lessons ranging from four-wheel carriages to four-engine interstellar private yachts. The person in charge of the driving school is a dark elf girl who comes from a certain medieval magical plane. She uses shadow magic to  She went to Imperial Academy to study as a student, and later graduated with sixteen types of starship driving licenses. She was a top academic figure. The reason why I know her so well is because I am more or less one of the nominal chairpersons of the school.  , it is impossible not to be impressed by this kind of student who can graduate as a top student across all majors - a friendly reminder that Bingtis is such a top student. Sister Bing was famous in the gods when she graduated as the goddess of light.

    Finally, we came to a very special place, a place that claims that as long as you have money, you can buy everything and do everything: the Fiari Void Consortium founded by the strange Queen Fiari.

    Speaking of which, I haven¡¯t seen Queen Fiari, who has a magical personality, for some time. Her consortium seems to be operating normally, but now she has just developed, and the so-called Void Consortium is just a empty consortium with a big name.  Shell, because I saw her actually handing out promotional materials in the open space in front of the consortium headquarters, looking like she was struggling hard at the beginning of her business.

    The ancestors were so attracted to the materials that this void vendor was distributing. I took a look from a distance and realized what was going on: Phyllis was selling civilian spaceships, and this kind of thing played into the hands of the ancestors.

    "Forgive me, we have spent most of our lives on starships. Navigation, engines, and spacecraft structures are almost all we have during our lifetimes." As an old captain, Anseth seemed more stable. He did not join in the fun.  Instead, he watched quietly with me.

    Phyllis didn't see me for a while. She was completely immersed in her own business. She saw that the ancestors headed by Lu were just spaceship enthusiasts rather than potential customers. She entertained her for a while and then continued her work, leaving the ancestors  Feel free to study the information on the automatic display board.  She grabbed a passing low-level ghost and was enthusiastically promoting her excellent supply. She only saw me and Anseth after we got closer.

    "Ah, it's His Majesty the Emperor!" The beautiful lady dressed in black shouted unexpectedly. The low-level ghost she pulled also flashed and bowed. I couldn't tell the gender of this low-level ghost.  In terms of appearance, he is obviously quite weak and has no qualifications as an undead. He should have come to Shadow City with his superiors or family, or he may be a simple tourist.

    "Oh, don't be restrained, don't be restrained, I'm leading people out to play." I waved my hand to Felice, and couldn't help but focus on the low-level ghost. The ghost was relatively weak.Lying flatly on my shoulder, holding the toffee and licking it back and forth, Anseth looked at his subordinates who were chatting with other goddesses of life: "It's been a long time since I've had such a peaceful day"

    I know he thought of his exile. At that time, he was on tenterhooks on the spaceship. He could hear reports of mass casualties every day, and he was always worried about the disaster coming to his ark. Those days were different from the ordinary and peaceful daily life in front of him.  How can we say the same thing?  But I found that Ansers didn't have much happiness on his face when he sighed like this, so I was a little puzzled: "Are you dissatisfied with the current situation?"

    "No, I'm very satisfied," Anseth whispered, "I just think of those who didn't get to see this day"

    "There is nothing you can do about resurrecting someone who failed"

    "No, it's not just them," Ansers shook his head, "The other people on the Ark, the people who stayed in their home world and failed to escape, all the people who died on the way to exileonly a few of us are left now.  .¡±

    "Then whatit might be a bit reckless to say that," I struggled all the way, and finally couldn't help it anymore, "You seem to be a bit decadent and have lost your goal."

    "That's how it is, so why 'seem'?" Anseth smiled bitterly and spread his hands, "What goal can we have? What can we people do? I was trapped in the bathroom for a whole hour yesterday.  Some people can¡¯t even open their own wardrobes, what else can we do!? We are a group of primitive people who were resurrected from the stones by you. The children we created are now gods. You know, they are gods.  ¡ª¡ªAnd we are a group of primitive creatures who may choke to death even if we drink water. You don¡¯t need any ancestors at all. You just need to ask a few questions and then put us in a cage like birds and feed us well! What can we do?  ? What do you want a group of primitive people to do? How many dependents and servants have you raised? Can we be your dependents? At least give us something to do!"

    Ansers became excited as he spoke and couldn't help but raise his voice, but soon he forced himself to calm down again and sighed heavily: "I'm sorry, I got excited I've encountered some bad things these past two days  I know this isn¡¯t your problem, it¡¯s ours.¡±

    I finally began to understand where the awkward feeling in the past half day came from. The ancestors were visiting the city under my guidance. They all seemed to be smiling, but from beginning to end they just watched and lingered.  An inexplicable sense of dissonance, which comes from "isolation".

    They can't fit into this.

    Or to be more precise: they cannot integrate into the upper echelons of the empire, and Sandora does not allow them to contact the lower echelons of the empire.

    The military zone is a heavily guarded imperial city, a cage that locks up the ancestors. Outside the imperial city is a world they can barely accept, but they know very well that even the world outside the imperial city is not theirs.

    What Ansers said in desperation revealed everything: Can we be your dependents?

    If they are dependents, "ordinary people" like those servants, they will probably be more comfortable. Among the many vassals of the empire, weaker races have their places, but the ancestors cannot even have such a place.  .

    They are the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancient era of the empire. The Xiling apostles do not allow their creators to contact or even integrate into the "lower species". They want to place their ancestors on the spire of the imperial city, even if the latter does not  Don't like that location.

    It¡¯s like raising birds.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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