Chapter 1,367 It’s Like Raising Birds

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. , we also saw a magical driving school. At the same time, driving lessons ranging from four-wheel carriages to four-engine interstellar private yachts were offered. The person in charge of the driving school was a dark elf girl who came from a certain medieval magic plane. She went to the Imperial College to further her studies as a student specializing in shadow magic, and later passed the exam. She has graduated with sixteen types of starship pilot's licenses and is a top academic figure. That's why I know her so well. It’s because I am more or less one of the nominal chairpersons of the school, so I cannot be unimpressed by students who can graduate as top academics across all majors - friendly reminder that Bingtis is such a top academic, and Sister Bing is famous for her reputation as a top student. When she graduated as the goddess of light, she became famous in the divine world.

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, it seems that I haven't seen Queen Fiari, 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 her actually handing out promotional materials in the empty space in front of the consortium headquarters, looking like she was struggling hard at the beginning of her business.

The ancestors were attracted by 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 group of ancestors headed by Lu were just spaceship enthusiasts rather than potential customers. She entertained them for a while and continued working. 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. 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. And appearance, obviously he is quite weak. As an undead, he has no qualifications. He should have come to Shadow City with his superiors or family, or he might 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 Phyllis, and couldn't help but focus on the low-level ghost. When a ghost is relatively weak, it is difficult to come into contact with physical matter. Yes, they will involuntarily pass through everything they touch, such as walls, tables, and ceilings. If the weakest ghost wants to pick up an apple, he will need psychic substances. A ghost like today's Anweina will, if In the undead society, he is actually the king of the undead, or even a (pseudo) god of death.

So I'm very curious about the significance of Phyllis selling transportation to such a ghost: after the spacecraft takes off, he will stay on the launch pad because it will pass through the cockpit and the hull...

"Think about it, even though you have become an undead, the empire never said that undead can't enjoy life, right? Since you want to walk in the sun and live in peace with other living races, why can't you live a more relaxed life?" Phyllis seemed to want to show off her sales skills in front of me and tried her best to persuade the somewhat confused ghost to buy a private spaceship. "I suggest you choose this smaller intergalactic private shuttle. Its learning The cycle is very short, and it is one of the most popular private vehicles in the macro world. Imagine that you are sitting in a spaceship, running wantonly through the endless starry sky..."

I finally couldn't hold it in any longer and pointed at the low-level ghost who had to work hard to pick up the brochure: "Actually, he is trying his best to fly in synchronization with the shuttle, and he has to remain as if he is sitting in the air while flying. With the same awesome posture on the chair, if I fly a little slower, I will leak out from behind the spacecraft..."

...and then nothing more.

"Your Majesty, do you have any grudge against me?" Phyllis asked very seriously.

"I just can't bear to see you deceiving consumers!" I said righteously.

"I never tell lies when I'm promoting. It's just that the customer is willing to buy it." Phyllis raised her eyebrows. "Yesterday, I sold a sports car to the same ghost."

"...No one came to trouble you today? How can a low-level ghost sit in a moving car!"

"No," Phyllis said without any psychological pressure, "I also sold him two booklets. "As a spiritual creature, how to fly at the speed of a car" and "How to keep your hands on the steering wheel while flying" Sexy posture on the chair"..."

I:"……"

I took a group of ancestors away from this place that was very dangerous no matter how I looked at it. I intuitively told myself that the void vendor named Felice had already embarked on the path of a crazy profiteer. If you are with her, you No amount of money is enough to spend.

"That one just now was..." Anseth could also see that Phyllis and I were familiar, but the latter was obviously not an imperial soldier, so he asked curiously.

"Don't worry about a profiteer." I shrugged. "Speaking of which, I was able to find your wrecked ark thanks to that profiteer. That's why she opened such a void consortium here."

"Very interesting, very interesting." Anseth smiled lightly. His eyes lingered on the bizarre sights around him. To be honest, most of the things here are still incomprehensible to our ancestors: incomprehensible words, incomprehensible products, incomprehensible culture, and weird things. Race, there are many more incomprehensible things in this place than in the military zone. But the ancestors obviously preferred the atmosphere here. Lu led the others around in front and came back with a happy look on his face: "It's much more lively than I thought before. I thought you had turned the empire into a lifeless place, but now we feel more relieved. …”

This sentence seemed a bit weird to me, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I just smiled and nodded: "This is a place for the dependents, so it is naturally more lively. Apostle Xiling himself is not very used to this kind of messy life. : They prefer to train all day long in the military camp. The places where the Familia and the Imperial soldiers are stationed are separated because their living habits are incompatible."

"Familiar...?" Ansers' expression changed subtly, then returned to normal, "Yes, you are essentially different from these mortals now. It is said that you are called gods, so for us old guys It’s really hard to understand.”

"I told you. Don't take me with you when you say 'old guy'!" Lu glanced at Anseth angrily. It seemed that the technical manager had a very good relationship with the old captain a long time ago, and the two of them had no relationship. Such a strict sense of superiority and inferiority.

"We've seen enough here, take us somewhere else." Anseth waved to Lu. He cast his sight into the distance, which was the direction of the World Tree. "I heard that there is the embassy of God? I'm very curious. We didn't know that creatures like 'gods' really existed when we were alive."

Looking at my empty-handed ancestors, I finally became curious: I went shopping in the commercial street and bought nothing. Are my ancestors accustomed to being frugal or are they really not interested in shopping? I remember that they all have consumption cards that are common in Shadow City.

"There's nothing to buy," a middle-aged man with a sturdy but a bit short stature smiled honestly. I knew that this ancestor's name was "Eglon", "Originally, I was just looking around, for daily use. Aren’t there all the things in the base?”

I looked at several ancestors. They were all smiling with satisfaction and indifference. The atmosphere seemed to be good. It seemed that they were really not interested in the products here, so I waved my hand: "Okay, let's go to the temple area and have a look." , but you may be a little confused about the image of gods..."

Through the public transmission point set up in the city, the group quickly arrived at the temple area. The ancestors were stunned when they looked at the huge cliff in front of them 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 god to manage, so this temple is a bit similar to the Property Department," I waited for the ancestors to reply After regaining consciousness, he pointed to the giant tree in front of him and explained, "Oh, that's the god over there, and her friends..."

Dingdang led a large group of green-lighting little dots out of the tree trunk, so I quickly introduced these little dots to my ancestors. Sensing that the "owner" was nearby, Dingdang immediately flew over here, then held my face and rubbed it hard twice as if no one else was around, then he got into his jacket pocket to look for candies in a familiar way, and came here with Dingdang. The little pods noticed the ancestors standing blankly next to them. With little exclamations flying up and down around the latter, they kept shouting: "Mortals! Look, mortals who came here with His Majesty the Emperor! Hello!" "Are you here to visit the temple? Are you friends of His Majesty the Emperor?" "Maybe you are friends of Dingdang!" "Dingdang didn't say hello to me, so it shouldn't be the case. Ke Lin is so smart!"

A group of little ones were happily flying around the ancestors. They probably could vaguely feel that the latter had the same source of power from the goddess of life, so they seemed particularly close to these mortals they met for the first time, but these over-enthusiastic people The little guy seemed to scare the ancestors a little: they had never seen such a creature before.

"What...what is this!" Lu finally came to her senses, but the little dots flying around made her afraid to move casually. I had no choice but to stand there stiffly and exclaim. I reluctantly took out Dingdang, who was looking for candy in my pocket. The latter had already found a piece of toffee and was busy biting open the candy wrapper with his teeth. I pointed at these little ones. Then he pointed at Dingdang, who was tearing the toffee package apart: "As I said just now, this is God. Well, the smaller one is called the Goddess of Life."

Ancestors: "?"

"In addition, their power was also used when resurrecting you. So many goddesses of life were summoned just for the purpose of the resurrection experiment." Although they soon became just for fun - I didn't say this last sentence. Feel free to say it.

Ansers knew something about his resurrection, but this was the first time he heard about the details. The other ancestors had just woken up a few days ago and knew very little. Looking at the cheerful little beans around me, I decided to take this opportunity to tell everyone exactly what happened in the resurrection experiment, so that they could have a good impression of the gods. OK

After some exchanges, the ancestors finally had a true understanding of these little goddesses of life. For the first time, the little ones also knew that the scum they dropped two days ago was collected and used to resurrect these "big mortals." "Friends", the relationship between the two parties was suddenly drawn into a lot. So after a while, I, the middleman, was left aside, and the ancestors and the little beans got together lively.

These palm-sized beanie goddesses are already cute and cute. It is beyond my imagination that they can have such a high affinity.

Only Dingdang didn't join in the fun with her sisters. This little one is somewhat conscientious. She prefers to hang out with me: this is probably the result of daily raising. Ansers did not join in the fun. Although he was also curious about the little ones, he was more or less an old captain. Regardless of his age or seniority, he was much more stable, so Dingdang and Anseth and I found a place to rest on the edge of the temple square and chat.

certainly. Bingtis is now with me as a bound equipment, but this female hooligan has no interest in our topic, so she is stuck in my body and pretends to be dead.

Everything in the Temple Square is "purely natural creation". The street lights around the square are tall fluorescent flower branches, the houses are natural tree houses cultivated by the elf priests, and the benches are formed by the roots of the World Tree emerging from the ground. We sat on such a natural "bench" and took a deep breath in the wonderful fragrance that filled the entire temple area. Dingdang lay on my shoulder with a happy face, holding toffee and licking it. Licking 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..."

"The person who failed to resurrect...there is nothing we can do about it."

"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 exile... We are the only ones left now. ."

"What...that might be a bit reckless to say," 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. ——And 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 couldn'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 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.

Just like raising birds. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.)