"Lord Morgan." Charles tilted his head and looked inside: "What are you ......doing here?"

This old thing really has something to hide from him.

"What are you doing here?" Morgan motioned for Mark to push him out of the aisle.

"It's rare that I can't come to visit you." Charles hypocritically said that Morgan, the old fellow, was bent on passing on the position of lord of the city to Mark, and there was not much time left for him.

"You go back first." The bookcase closed, and Morgan said to Mark.

Mark nodded, and his body reacted, and he walked out the door. His mind, to this day, is still in a state of confusion.

"Do you really want to transfer the position of city lord to him?" Charles walked to the back of the wheelchair and took over from Mark.

"We don't have much time left." Morgan looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows that were getting closer and closer: "Sooner or later, the lighthouse will run out of energy, and the Eater on the ground, sooner or later, will evolve wings."

"The Lord of Light and Shadow will bless us." Charles stopped.

Morgan clenched his right fist and sighed, "Son, if it were you, would you violate the Three Laws and go to get medicine for me?"

"I hope I will." Charles was surprised that Morgan suddenly called him a son, put his left hand lightly on his right chest, and bowed: "You, always my lord of the city."

"Hmm......" Morgan nodded, his heart like a mirror. He knew Charles too well and knew this child who had been neglected by himself and brought up.

"I want to know. What are you hiding from me?" Charles put his hands on the back of his wheelchair, close to Morgan's ear.

"That's not what you want to know." Morgan looked at the starry sky, the moonlight shining on him.

"But I just want to know." Charles strained his hands, and the back of his wheelchair cooed.

"......," Morgan didn't say a word.

"You'd rather tell him than tell me?" Utterly disappointed in Morgan, Charles let go of his hand and whispered, "I'm the one who was chosen, aren't I, father......

Morgan was stunned for a moment, the scene in front of him was blurry, the world was spinning, and then he was unconscious......

……

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Sanda walked over with a box.

"Nothing." The 3D projection dissipated, and the scalpel retreated to the fragment of the Flower of Mana to continue his own research.

"Well, this is for you." Shanda put down the box, didn't linger too long, and turned away from Arthur.

Inside the box is dinner.

After staring at the box for a long time, Arthur finally withdrew his gaze, and he raised his hand to summon a small iron ball that had landed on the Gobi Desert not far from the Flower of Mana.

The tin sheet opened, and the soil dripped into the palm of the hand, sliding down the gap between the fingers and down the thigh. The physical analysis of the Mana Flower has reached an impasse.

For a long time, there was no way to break through further.

Arthur looked at Xi Yang and was stunned, single-celled creatures have no IQ and only act according to instinct.

If you don't have the restrictions of Mana Flower, it's a good housekeeping dog.

Pity......

It and the Flower of Mana are a symbiotic relationship of both prosperity and loss.

And the flower of Manna is the root of the ecological evolution of Manna, that is, Arthur brought back the Flower of Manna and the soil, which indirectly brought back the Anna ecology.

This is an uncertain factor, a ticking time bomb that is uncertain when it will explode.

Arthur thought, his mind drifting farther away.

If you bring the heavenly fire, let him use the time difference to study......

The string in his head snapped, and Arthur came to his senses, shaking his head and laughing at himself. How could he have such a naïve idea.

The universe is different, the cosmic frequency is naturally different, and the parallel world shuttle that has been studied is bound to be different.

Even if you can use it, you can travel over and research it successfully. How do I fix it when I go back to the Overworld?

Even if they bring their own materials to cross......

Can you guarantee that you will choose the right material? Guaranteed ......

Leaning back, Arthur's back was pressed against the back of his chair, looking at the starry sky, no longer thinking about it, his eyes were confused

Leave.

"Hey! You've lived enough!" The light shone on Arthur, and the mountain scolded.

Arthur raised his hand, his palm blocking out the light, and the soil dripped like a viscous liquid in response to gravity.

"You're surrounded by the earth, don't move!" With a flashlight in his arm, Shanda pulled out an old-world lighter from behind his back and slowly approached.

Where the flames struck, the earth quickly retreated. It wasn't until the rest of the land was completely out of Arthur that Shanda breathed a sigh of relief: "You know it's dangerous."

The Soil is not an Eater of Poles, it has no core for you to destroy.

Leaving his chair, Arthur habitually stretched and stepped over the sting, and it climbed into his boots again: "It's useless, nothing in this world can hurt me."

"By the way, what are you going to do?" Arthur stepped on a small piece of Manna Flower cells, and the juice burst out, soaking the rocky ground.

"You're so arrogant, you're going to suffer one day." Shanda said seriously, and the boss kept warning them not to be complacent.

Waving his hand, Arthur said, "I hope that day."

Shanda took the box, noticed that the weight was wrong, opened it and saw that the food was exactly the same. He reached in and sensed the temperature, "It's still hot, you can't eat it."

"If you don't have an appetite, if you want to eat, you can eat it."

"......" Shanda swallowed, closed the lid, and returned to the base with the box.

……

The next morning, the sun was rising.

The Gobi Desert is littered with troublesome fragments of body tissue, ranging from mana flowers to spiny eels.

Arthur sat on a boulder in the distance, closed the book in his hand, placed it next to him, and looked into the distance.

"Have you started......" he muttered to himself.

……

Lighthouse.

Victor, the commander-in-chief of the city defense army, hurriedly broke into the central command hall with some high-ranking officials, and asked loudly, "Charles, why don't you let us meet the city lord of Morgan!"

"This is the current Acting City Lord." The Light and Shadow Cultist wearing a red hooded cloak walked out and flattered, "You should call him Lord of the City."

Charles sat calmly in the position of the city lord, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his face was full of confidence. He saw the brain device, and although he didn't know what it was for, he believed he would understand it later.

"Without the approval of the city lord, what authority do you have to act as the acting city lord!" Victor pointed to his nose and asked.

Charles chuckled and said, "How do you know I don't have Morgan's approval."

Footsteps sounded, and a large number of Light and Shadow Society executives poured in, they were neatly arranged, like a well-trained army.

"Lord Morgan has appointed Mark as the future lord of the city." Victor glanced at Mark beside him and said seriously.

"Hmph......" Charles left his seat and walked on the steps: "Mark, you have repeatedly violated the law of life, can you sit firmly in this position of city lord?"

Victor: "You!"

"Let me see Lord Morgan." Mark had a serious expression, as long as he saw Lord Morgan, everything could be resolved.

Charles put his hands behind his back and stopped: "Lord Morgan has not recovered yet, and he can't see outsiders."

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing came from far and near, and four MU-2 heavy stereoscopic monitors walked out with electric halberds in hand, and the threat was unmistakable.

"The lighthouse now is like Morgan, like an old man who is about to die. It's time for the administrations to get some fresh blood."

The door opened and closed, and a man walked in, standing next to Victor.

Charles: "This is the newly appointed deputy commander of the City Defense Force. I'm here to share the work with you, the general."

"Hmph, that's not a good dog." Victor was dismissive.

"As for you, Captain Hunter, Mark." Charles said lightly, "You don't have to be it."

The white-haired girl Ran Bing's pupils shrank suddenly, she wanted to question, but was stopped by Mark, he guessed that the Morgan City Lord must have encountered something, and was determined to go down and combine the power of the Hunter to save the City Lord.

Charles was happy to see him do this, even though he knew that if he did so, the hunters would have a different voice, but ......

So what.

"Oppression equals resistance, you're not smart enough, Charles."