The lighthouse moved slowly in the air and drifted into the clouds......

Large swaths of the building were plunged into darkness because of the loss of moonlight.

In the city lord's office, the mechanical bird sneaked in through the ventilation duct after a lot of hardship, and he looked at the large space, looking around with his head left and right.

The City Master System is independent of the Lighthouse System, and the two of them are compatible with each other.

Came to the city lord's desk, opened the computer in the armrest of the metal chair, and several tentacles protruded from his chest, invading.

"Your Excellency." Guards outside the house saluted.

The mechanical bird looked up, and after a brief thought, withdrew its tentacles, restored everything, and transformed into a tablet, lying still on the desk.

The door opened, Charles entered, and he looked at everything inside, his heart burning. Inhale deeply and close your eyes slowly.

When he opened it again, he had regained his composure, and he was not here to fantasize, but was ordered by the lord of the castle to take his computer.

Yes, Morgan has come to his senses, but he is weak and has no way to get out of bed.

He stepped forward and reached out to pick up the tablet: "I don't know what that old guy wants the computer to do." ”

"Is there something in there......" Thinking of this, his face was not good. Morgan, that old fellow, hid everything from him.

Turning to leave, the door closes, and the mechanical bird stumbles into Charles's hands.

He was not nervous, nor was he afraid, and as a good spy soldier, he had already anticipated all the bad possibilities.

Charles led him to the custody room, which was already full of lighthouse heights, and he handed the mechanical bird to Morgan and stood aside.

Morgan turned on the computer, his eyes narrowed, unlocked. He glanced at Charles obliquely, but didn't break it.

"Uh-hu......h," he sighed, and said in an old voice, "all of you go out, Mark stays." ”

"Lord Morgan, you're ......," Charles said, not wanting to give Morgan and Mark time alone.

Morgan looked up: "It's okay. ”

With a clenched fist, Charles stepped away, cursing in his heart: "Damn Morgan, I'm the one chosen." ”

After only Morgan and Mark were left in the room, Morgan said slowly, "Mark, come here." ”

His voice is not as hard as it used to be.

Mark's lips lifted lightly and he walked to the hospital bed: "Morgan City Lord." ”

"I know, you're full of doubts." Morgan turned his head and looked at the glass: "Draw the curtains." ”

As the curtain closed, Charles's face became gloomy.

"I'll tell you all about that woman." Morgan said. Error-free updates @

Mark's expression changed, and Morgan knew what he wanted to say: "Listen to me, I will not only tell you about that woman, but also tell you the three laws of the lighthouse." ”

"That was a long time ago, and the previous city lord was still in the lighthouse." He handed out the tablet and spoke eloquently......

"Oh?" Thousands of miles away on the Gobi Desert, Arthur sat casually in an iron chair with a holographic 3D stereoscopic projection in front of him.

Morgan's voice, image, is transmitted here from time to time by the mechanical bird.

"The Three Laws are not restraints, but rules for living." Hearing this, Arthur opened his mouth and said, "What are the three laws. ”

The memory is a little vague, the general direction of the plot is known, and the details are almost forgotten.

The mechanical bird came over, presumably some rules to block emotions. Although there is something selfish in it.

Overall, not bad.

Arthur gave a pertinent assessment. At the end of the explanation, Mark's heart stirred up waves, and emotions would attract the Polar Eater.

That......

He thought of the departed teammates, of the intimacy between them, of the devouring beasts.

All events have a cause.

"That." The last image in his mind stopped on Bai Yuekui's team members, and he rekindled his hope: "The human beings on the ground are not the only one who exists. ”

"......," Morgan looked at him quietly.

"They can survive on the ground, and they must have found a way to coexist with the Manna ecosystem." Mark has abnormal mood swings.

"Mark." Morgan retracted his gaze: "It's time to wake up, early humans."

He is not the Lord of the earth. ”

Mark: "But, City Lord. ”

"Hey...... Even if there were humans on the ground, so what? Morgan said slowly: "The world is so big, can you meet once, twice, and three times?" ”

"I know what you're trying to say. But have you ever thought that when the lighthouse has such a large population, when it goes down to the ground, the emotions released by everyone come together, attracting the Extreme Eater, who will guarantee their safety? You? Can you protect it? ”

Mark was speechless, and Morgan waved his hand helplessly: "All these years, why don't I want to go back to land, just wait......"

The two were speechless, and after a long time, Morgan broke the heavy atmosphere: "Next, you adjust, and prepare to take over the position of city lord in three days." ”

Mark hesitated: "Then you." ”

"I ......" Morgan recalled his life, recalling the important task given to him by the previous city lord, his eyes were calm and unwavering, and he made up his mind in his heart: "I will go on a long journey." ”

Mark: "But you're not there yet......"

"It's not time to travel far, is it?" Morgan looked up at the ceiling: "You saved me, you violated the law of life." ”

"Do you have a wheelchair?" He propped himself up on the bed with his hands, trying to get down to the ground.

Looking at his trembling arms, Mark came to his senses, put the tablet on the bed, trotted to the side of the ward, pulled out the folding wheelchair, opened it, put it next to the bed, picked up Morgan, and gently placed it on the wheelchair.

"Ahem!" Morgan coughed, relieved for a long time, took the tablet on the hospital bed, laid it flat on his thighs, and said, "Push me back to the office, I have something to leave to you." ”

Mark tightened the handle and pushed him out of the custody room, and everyone gathered around him, their eyes worried.

Mark shook his head lightly and pushed Morgan away from the crowd, turning left and right in the metal passage back to the office door.

The guard saluted and opened the door.

Morgan saw the door close and pointed to a bookcase: "Push me to that place." ”

Mark said, Morgan opened the secret door, tilted his head slightly, and patted Mark's arm: "It carries everything in the lighthouse, don't be surprised, don't be nervous." ”

The secret door opened, and Mark was in a heavy mood, and every step was extremely difficult, and he felt his shoulders getting heavier and heavier......

"Put your hands on it." According to Morgan's words, Mark stepped forward, looked at the screen, lowered his palm, and said, "Permission has changed." ”

Another door opened, and Mark didn't have time to be stunned, his eyes widened and his head felt like a blow to the head.

"This is the lighthouse's energy and computing center." Morgan spoke, and Mark turned back behind him and pushed the wheelchair in.

"The lighthouse used to rely on this equipment to keep it running and planning future routes. It already existed in the time of Tartarus. ”

A massive, cyborg brain is soaked in a nutrient solution, its tentacles dancing slowly, and mysterious light flowing from its surface.

"It can observe the position and momentum of microscopic particles at the same time. We still don't understand how it works. Error-free update @ but it used to tell us the information that kept us alive to the present.

Back then, when he was still functioning. The prison relied on him to know the time of the disaster in advance and successfully escaped.

Later, we tried to use it to deduce the future of mankind, trying to find a way to find a way to mana ecology, but the answers it gave were symbols and formulas that we could not understand. ”

"The only thing that can be deciphered is a coordinate, the first city lord immediately went there, but somewhere, only a baby was found."

"Who is it?" The information Mark received in a day left his mind confused.

Morgan turned to look at him, "It's you, Mark." ”

"Me?" Mark's pupils tremored.

"Yes." Morgan said, "We believe in it, and we believe in you." ”

He retracted his gaze and bowed his head: "I know, I told you this, they will become vines that bind your hands and feet. ”

"But you're special, and I don't think it can imprison you."

"City Lord." Mark's words were blocked on his lips, and he couldn't spit them out.

"Ugh." With a long sigh, Morgan felt tired: "Push me back, I'm tired, you need some time to digest." ”

Move stiff legs, horse.

Gram pushed him back the way he came.

"So, that brain is broken?" Arthur mused, "Or rather, into hibernation. ”

Can the brain, what is its real ability to observe changes in atoms?

Then borrow ultra-high computing power to interpret and achieve the authenticity of predicting the future.

Ask yourself if Arthur would want to be in trouble.

Obviously I don't want to, predicting the future needs to be interpreted, and the future that is interpreted is really the future?

No! The future is a fog, something that cannot be touched or seen. Every idea and decision that people make, there will be a future!

This may be of great help to the average person, the predicted future, but for Arthur.

But it's cumbersome.

Yes, cumbersome, exhausting, not to mention, the predicted future is only one of thousands of futures.

No matter how you think about it, it's not cost-effective. Error-free updates @

"You!" The shocked voice pulled Arthur back to reality, and Charles stood in front of the Morgan duo who were about to walk out of the passage.