Since waking up, Ansers hasn't been out of the heavily guarded high wall in the military zone. Of course, this is an arrangement made by Sandora out of security considerations, but most people don't like being restricted in freedom—Apostles Perhaps it is possible to stick to the same place for thousands of years because of an order, but the ancestors obviously cannot live according to the behavior of the apostles.
Sandora belongs to care and chaos, she probably ignored this point to some extent, coupled with the recent busy affairs, a group of ancestors have been locked up by us for such a long time as if they were under house arrest... The scenery outside the military zone is the same as The inside of the high wall is completely different. The latter is a strict and rigid military garrison. Of course, the Imperialists who have extremely low requirements for personal life will not bother to set up any entertainment venues in the military area, but outside, civilians of all races They brought the best and most distinctive things from their world, and while desperately displaying the unique culture of their own world, they also formed a never-ending, dazzling exposition. The more you leave the military zone, the more this scene becomes It’s bustling: This is exactly the opposite of an ordinary city. I guess you’ve never seen a city where the city center is inaccessible and only enters the bustling area outside the second ring road. Fortunately, Shadow City has a convenient transmission system, otherwise this would definitely be considered abnormal development... "Oh, it turns out that the outside is such a bustling and lively place."
The ancestor named "Lu" was probably because she was young, and she seemed to be somewhat more active than others. She was a little confused at first, but soon discovered that the outside world was much better than that heavily guarded military base full of security weapons. Much friendlier, and soon transitioned into pure sightseeing mode.
The others also slowly relaxed under her leadership. We walked through the first commercial street, passing by dazzling stores one after another. Residents from all over the world opened countless shops, restaurants and entertainment here. The facade of this special commercial street is not so much a trading place for ordinary citizens to meet their daily needs, but a semi-official and semi-private "booth".
You can find that all the stores here are advertised as "foreign characteristics".
Next to the blacksmith shop that sells traditional swords, there may be a starship rental shop that supports credit card consumption. The night elves’ potion shop is upstairs for the registration point of a certain interstellar brigade. We also saw a magical driving school. From the carriage to the driving class of the four-engine interstellar private yacht, the person in charge of the driving school is a dark elf girl who comes from a magical plane in the middle ages. She went to the Imperial College as a shadow magic student for further study, and later took the test of 16 kinds of starships. Graduated with a driver's license, he is a top student.
The reason why I know her so well is because I am more or less one of the nominal directors in the school, and it is impossible for me to be impressed with this kind of students who can graduate with the attitude of a master across majors—a friendly reminder that Bingtis is one such When she graduated as the goddess of light, Sister Bing was famous in the world of gods.
In the end 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 Fiali Void Consortium created by the weird Fiari Queen.
Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't seen that queen Fiali who has a magical personality for some time.
Her consortium seems to be operating normally, but now she is just developing, the so-called void consortium is just an empty shell with a big name, because I saw that she actually posted promotional materials in the empty field in front of the consortium headquarters , a look of hard work at the beginning of the business.
The ancestors were so fascinated by the materials that this void peddler was distributing, I took a look from a distance to understand what was going on: Phyllis was selling civilian spaceships, and this kind of thing was in the arms of the ancestors.
"Excuse me.
We all spend most of our lives on starships, navigation, engines, spacecraft structures.
These things are almost all of us in life. "
As the old captain, Ansers seemed more or less stable. He didn't join in the fun, but watched quietly from the side with me.
Phyllis didn't see me for a moment, she was completely absorbed in her business.
Seeing that the group of ancestors headed by Lu were just spaceship enthusiasts rather than potential customers, she entertained them and continued to work.
Let the ancestors study the information on the automatic display card at will.
She grabbed a passing low-level ghost and was enthusiastically promoting her excellent supply. Ansers and I were only seen by her when we approached.
"Ah, it's His Majesty the Emperor!" The beautiful lady in black yelled in surprise, and the low-level ghost caught by her also flickered and bowed. I couldn't even tell the gender of this low-level ghost. And appearance, it is obvious that he is quite weak, and he has no qualifications as an undead. He should have come to Shadow City with his superiors or family members, or a simple tourist.
"Oh, don't be restrained, don't be restrained, I led people out to play."
I waved my hand at Phyllis, and I couldn’t help but focus on the low-level ghost. When ghosts are relatively weak, it is difficult for them to touch physical objects. They will involuntarily pass through everything they touch, such as walls and tables. And the ceiling, if the weakest ghost wants to pick up an apple, it needs a psychic substance. A ghost like Anveena's level, if placed in the undead society, is actually a king of the undead, or even the god of death (false) ) level exists.
So I'm curious what Phyllis's point of selling a vehicle to such a ghost: after the spaceship takes off, ta stays on the launch pad, because it will go through the cockpit and the hull... "You think about it, even though you have become The undead, but the empire never said that the undead cannot enjoy life, right? Since you want to walk in the sun and live in peace with other living races, why can't you let yourself live a little more chicly?" Phyllis seemed to want to show in front of me Show off your salesmanship skills, desperately trying to persuade the somewhat bewildered ghost to buy a private spaceship, "I suggest you choose this smaller intergalactic private shuttle, its learning period is very short, and it is currently the most expensive in the macro world. One of the popular forms of private transportation.
Just imagine, you are sitting in a spaceship, galloping wantonly in the endless starry sky..." I finally couldn't hold back anymore, and pointed to the low-level ghost who had to struggle to pick up the brochure: "Actually, he is following the shuttle with all his strength." Let’s fly synchronously with the aircraft, and maintain an awesome posture as if you are sitting on a chair when flying. If you fly a little slower, you will leak out from the back of the spaceship... "... and then there is no more.
"Your Majesty, do you have any hatred against me?" Phyllis asked seriously.
"I just can't bear to see you defrauding consumers!" I said righteously.
"When I do publicity, I never tell lies. It's just that the customers are willing to buy it," Phyllis raised her eyebrows.
"I sold a sports car to the same ghost yesterday."
"...People didn't come to trouble you today? Why do low-level ghosts sit in a moving car!" "No," Phyllis said without any psychological pressure, "I also sold him two booklets by the way, " As a spirit creature, how to fly at the speed of a car" and "How to maintain a sexy posture while holding the steering wheel and sitting on a chair while flying"... "I: "..." I brought a group of ancestors to Leaving this very dangerous place, I instinctively told myself that the void peddler named Phyllis had already embarked on the path of a frenzied profiteer, and you would not be able to spend any money with her.
"The one just now was..." Anses could also tell that Phyllis and I were quite familiar, but the latter was obviously not the Imperial Lady.
So asked curiously.
"You don't need to care about a profiteer," I shrugged, "Speaking of which, it is thanks to that profiteer that I was able to find your wrecked ark.
That's why she was allowed to set up such a void consortium here. "
"It's fun, it's fun."
Ansers smiled lightly, his eyes lingering on the bizarre scene around him. To be honest, most of the things here are still incomprehensible to the ancestors: incomprehensible characters, incomprehensible products, incomprehensible culture.
There are also strange races. There are many more things that this place cannot understand than the military zone, but the ancestors obviously prefer the atmosphere here.
Lu led the others around the front and came back, with a happy look on his face: "It's much more lively than I imagined before.
I thought you had turned the empire into a lifeless place, but now we feel more at ease..." I heard this sentence as a bit weird, but I didn't have time to think about it, so I just smiled and nodded: "This is where the family members belong. .
Naturally more lively.
The Apostles of Xiling themselves are not very used to this kind of messy life: they prefer to train all day in the military camp.
The place where the family members and the imperial family are stationed is separated, and it is also because of incompatibility in living habits. "
"Family... what?"
Ansers' expression changed subtly, and then returned to normal, "Yes, you are now fundamentally different from these mortals. It is said that you are called gods. For us old guys, it is really incomprehensible. .”
"I've said it before, don't take me with you when you say 'old guy'!" Lu glanced at Ansers angrily. It seems that the chief technical officer had a good relationship with the old captain a long time ago, and the two didn't know each other. So strict feeling of upper and lower levels.
"I've seen enough here, take us to another place."
Ansers waved his hand at Lu, and looked into the distance, which was the direction of the World Tree. "I heard that there is the embassy of God? I'm curious. We didn't know that creatures like 'gods' really existed before we were alive."
Looking at the empty-handed ancestors, I finally became curious: I didn’t buy anything when I went shopping in the commercial street. Is it because the ancestors are used to thrift or are they really not interested in shopping? I remember that they all have consumer cards that can be used in Shadow City.
"There's nothing to buy," a middle-aged man with a strong build but a bit of a stocky smile honestly. I know the name of this ancestor is "Egron". Isn’t there everything in the base.”
I looked at a few old ancestors, they were all smiling with satisfaction and indifferently, the atmosphere seemed to be quite good, it seemed that they were really not interested in the products here, so I waved: "Okay, go to the temple area to have a look , but you may be a little bit on the image of the gods..." Through the public teleportation point set up in the city, a group of people soon arrived at the temple area, and the ancestors were dumbfounded at the huge cliff that could no longer be seen as a tree trunk.
"This is the World Tree, the control center of the outer world. The capital of the empire is located in the inner world. The chores of the outer world are entrusted to a protoss to manage, so this temple is a bit like the property department." We waited for the ancestors to reply After being overwhelmed, he pointed to the giant tree in front of him and explained, "Oh, the one over there is God, and her little friends..." Ding Dong led a large group of green-glowing little ones to emerge from the tree trunk, so I Quickly introduce these little bean curds to the ancestors.
Sensing that the "owner" was nearby, Ding Dong also flew towards this side immediately.
Then I hugged my face as if no one else was there, and rubbed it hard twice, and then went into the pocket of my jacket to find candies. Exclamations of exclamation flew up and down around the latter, twittering non-stop: "Mortals! It is the mortals who came here with His Majesty the Emperor! How are you!" "Are you here to visit the temple? You are His Majesty's Are you a friend?" "Maybe it's Ding Dong's friend!" "Ding Dong didn't say hello to him, so it shouldn't be, Ke Lin is so smart!" A group of little ones were happily flying around the ancestors, and they probably could vaguely Feeling the same power in the latter from the Goddess of Life, Jo felt very close to these mortals when they met for the first time, but these over-enthusiastic little fellows seemed to scare the ancestors a little: they had never seen such a creature before .
"This... what is this!" Lu finally realized.
But the little dots flying around made her dare not move casually, so she stood there stiffly and exclaimed. I reluctantly took out Ding Dong who was looking for candy in my pocket. The latter had already found a piece of toffee and was busy teething. Bite off the outer candy wrapper.
I pointed at the group of little ones and at Ding Dong who was tearing the toffee packaging vigorously: "As I said just now, this is God, um, the smaller one is called the Goddess of Life."
The ancestors: "?" "In addition, their power was also used when you were resurrected, so many goddesses of life.
It was called here for the resurrection test. "
Although soon they became completely playful - I am embarrassed to say the last sentence.
Ansers knew something about his own resurrection, but this was the first time he had heard of the details. The other ancestors had just woken up for a few days, so they knew very little.
I looked at the cheerful little Doudings around me, and decided to take this opportunity to tell everyone what happened in the resurrection experiment, so that they have a good impression of the gods.
After some exchanges, the ancestors finally had a real understanding of these little goddesses of life.
The little ones also knew for the first time that the scum they dropped two days ago was collected to resurrect these "big mortal friends", and the relationship between the two parties was pulled into a lot at once.
So after a while, I, the middleman, was left alone, and the ancestors and the little bean dings got together lively.
These palm-sized Douding Goddesses are already silly and cute, and it's beyond my imagination that they have such a high affinity.
Only Ding Dong didn't join in the fun with her little sisters. This little girl is somewhat conscientious, and she prefers to hang out with me: this is probably the result of proper daily feeding.
Ansers didn't join in the fun either, although he was curious about those little ones, but he was more or less an old captain, regardless of age or seniority, he was much more stable, so Ding Dong, Ansers and I were on the side of the temple square Find a place to rest and chat for a while.
Of course, Bingtis is now with me as a binding equipment, but this female hooligan has no interest in our topic, she is stuck in my body and pretends to die.
Everything on the temple square is a "pure natural creation". The street lamps around the square are tall fluorescent flower branches, the houses are natural tree houses cultivated by elf priests, and the benches are formed by the roots of the World Tree emerging from the ground. Sitting on such a "bench", we took a deep breath in the wonderful fragrance that permeated the entire temple area, and Ding Dong lay on my shoulder with a happy face, holding the toffee and licking it. Come and lick, Ansers looked at his subordinates who were chatting with other goddesses of life: "It's been a long time since I had such a peaceful day..." I know he remembered the time when he was in exile, when he was on the spaceship with fear , I can hear reports of mass casualties every day, and I am always worried about catastrophe when I come to my ark. How can that kind of day be compared with the ordinary and peaceful daily life in front of me.
But I found that Ansers didn't have much joy on his face when he sighed, so I was a little puzzled: "Are you not satisfied with the current situation?" "No, very satisfied," Ansers said in a low voice, " I just thought of those who failed to see this day..." "People who failed to resurrect... There is no way."
"No, it's not just them," Ansers shook his head, "The people on the other ark, those who stayed in their home world and failed to escape, all the people who died on the road to exile... now only a few of us are left. "
"Then what... It might be a bit rash to say so," I struggled all the way, and finally couldn't help it, "You seem to be a little bit decadent when you lose your goal."
"That's the way it is, why 'as if'?" Ansers smiled wryly and spread his hands, "What goals can we have? What can we people do? I was stuck in the bathroom for an entire hour yesterday, and we Some people can’t even open their closets, what else can we do!? We are a group of primitive people, resurrected by you from the stone, and the children we created are now gods, you know, they are gods —And we are a group of primitive creatures that may choke to death if we drink water.
You don't need any ancestors at all, you just need to ask a few questions, and then cage us like birds and feed them well! what can we do? What do you want a group of primitive people to do? How many family members and servants have you raised, can we be your family members? At least give us something to do! "Anses became excited as he spoke, and couldn't help raising his voice, but soon he forcibly calmed down again, and sighed heavily: "Sorry, I got excited...something went wrong these two days...I Know it's not your problem, it's us. "
I finally began to understand where this awkward feeling came from. The ancestors were guided by me on a tour of the city. They looked like they were all smiling, but they just watched and lingered from the beginning to the end. An unexplainable sense of disobedience, which comes from "isolation".
They can't fit into it all.
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 locked up the ancestors. The world 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 a hurry broke everything: Can we be your family members? If it is a family member, an "ordinary person" like those servants, they will probably be more comfortable. Among the many vassals of the empire, the weaker races have positions, but the ancestors cannot even have such a position .
They are the ancestors, the ancestors of the ancient times 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 is not Don't like that position.
It's like raising birds.
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