Ling Cage: I come from Hisakawa

Chapter 129 The City Lord's Choice

"Father, who do you intend to choose as the next city lord?"

Charles sat on the piano bench.

His hands danced across the black and white piano keys, and a beautiful melody echoed in the room.

There are three people in the room.

He, Morgan, Victor.

Upon hearing Charles's address to Morgan, Victor glanced at Morgan discreetly.

Morgan frowned: "How many times have I told you, when there are other people around, you have to call me Lord City Lord."

"So who will be the next city lord?" Charles asked casually.

Morgan sighed.

"You want to be the city lord?" he asked.

The music paused slightly, but then resumed its smooth flow as if nothing had happened.

Charles didn't answer, but that was an answer in itself.

“Sigh.” Morgan shook his head.

"The position of city lord is not as easy as you think. Over the years, I have not had a single day of ease. I have always wanted to relinquish the burden of city lord, but there is no one who can replace me."

Charles raised an eyebrow.

Being the city lord is so tiring, yet you still occupy this position. Who are you trying to fool?
I'm not a little kid anymore!

Charles remained silent, only playing the piano quietly.

Morgan sat down and said in a deep voice, "I am old and no longer able to do what I can. I have to hand over the responsibilities of the city lord to someone else, but as it stands, I can't find anyone on the Lighthouse who can perfectly replace me."

"You can't do it, and neither can Mark!"

Charles remained silent.

Morgan's brows furrowed more and more. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "If you have nothing to say, then stay here and play the piano for me. It's been a long time since I've heard you play the piano."

sieve--

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

“If neither Mark nor I can do it, then is Jingnan capable? Or are you planning to hand this position over to Commander Victor?” Charles retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Morgan sighed.

Victor smiled and said, "Although I am not very keen on becoming the city lord, if Your Excellency trusts me, I can take office tomorrow."

"Speaking of which, I'm an old-timer at the lighthouse."

Victor said in a serious tone, "I know the Lighthouse, I know the Three Laws, I get along well with the other old people at the Lighthouse, and I watched Charles, Mark, and Jingnan grow up."

"Let me take over, and the lighthouse will definitely stay in order!"

Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"You?" He turned to look at Victor, seemingly moved by Victor's words, and began to consider it seriously.

"It doesn't seem like it's not entirely impossible."

Do——

Charles tapped a key on the piano and said through gritted teeth, "Don't joke around. Victor isn't much younger than you. Do you want the Lighthouse to change its lord so frequently?"

Morgan snorted coldly.

"shut up!"

"I can make anyone the city lord if I want them to be the city lord, and I can prevent anyone from becoming the city lord if I don't want them to be the city lord!"

“Victor is more qualified than you, at least!” Morgan said, his expression displeased.

“Then I congratulate Commander Victor on his promotion to city lord in advance. The Church of Light and Shadow is willing to serve City Lord Victor wholeheartedly.” Charles not only did not shut up, but instead spoke sarcastically.

"you--"

Morgan sighed deeply, "Alas!"

At this moment, Victor curled his lip.

He turned around and looked at the clouds outside the window: "Sometimes I really want to experience what it's like to be a city lord."

"Let's see what kind of magic this position has that has turned the once spirited commander of the hunters, Morgan, into this old man who gets sick when he gets excited."

Charles looked disdainful.

He raised his voice: "Since none of you want to be the city lord, why not let the one who wants to be the city lord be the city lord? I'm no worse than anyone else!"

Morgan patted Charles on the shoulder.

"Charles."

"Since I took office, the lighthouse has weathered many storms, but do you know why it hasn't fallen?"

He shouted, "Because I bear it!" His voice boomed in Charles's ears like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

He continued, "Once you become the city lord, you must bear the responsibility of continuing human civilization. You must never let humanity perish on your own."

"Compared to the weight of this responsibility, the city lord's power is nothing at all!"

"You've read books about the old world, so you know what the old world was like."

"The Lighthouse currently has only a little over 10,000 people. In terms of both population and resources, it cannot compare to a slightly more prosperous town in the Old World."

"Having only a tiny bit of power, yet bearing the responsibility for the survival of the race, is too much to bear."

I don't want you to work so hard!

Morgan said earnestly.

Charles fell silent. After a while, he looked up and met Morgan's gaze.

He stared into Morgan's eyes.

"Do you not want me to work so hard, or do you think I can't shoulder this responsibility?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan's expression turned unnatural.

There are both reasons.

On the one hand, he didn't want Charles to follow in his footsteps, but on the other hand, he genuinely felt that Charles couldn't shoulder that responsibility.

At this very moment, there are at least two people on the lighthouse who are more capable of taking on the responsibility than Charles.

Charles understood Morgan's look.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and his words revealed suppressed anger.

"I can't take that responsibility!"

"Can Mark handle it?"

Morgan was silent.

Charles's eyes widened, his expression incredulous: "You really think Mark deserves it, just because he's the Hunter Commander?"

Morgan remained silent.

Indeed, Mark was one of his choices, but not because of his identity as the Hunter Commander.

“Lord of the City!” Charles gritted his teeth.

"The reason Mark is the Hunter Commander is because you need me at the Church of Light and Shadow, not because I chose him myself!"

"You're the one who arranged for me to come here!"

"You planned my life, but in the end you said I was not as good as others."

"Why!"

Is this fair to me?

Charles couldn't hold back any longer.

He lost control of his emotions, his voice grew louder and louder, and by the end his eyes were red.

“I haven’t said anything yet,” Morgan interrupted him. “Don’t overthink it.”

Charles paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Your silence just now meant you wanted to choose Mark as the next city lord, didn't it?"

Morgan shook his head.

“I never intended for Mark to become the next city lord,” he said, emphasizing each word.

"After he came back, he never thought about it again," Morgan added to himself.

Charles was stunned.

The next second, his eyes widened: "You don't really want Jingnan to be the next city lord, do you?"

"Why should she?"

"She's just your adopted daughter!"

However, if Jingnan becomes the next city lord, he will feel better than Mark becomes the next city lord.

At least, Mark didn't get the job.

Morgan shook his head again: "You forgot someone."

Forgot someone?

Charles was silent for two seconds, then cautiously asked, "You don't mean to let..."

Morgan nodded firmly and said emphatically, "That's right, it's your grandfather!"

"Lord Gray!"

(End of this chapter)