Ling Cage: I come from Hisakawa

Chapter 215 End of the play
Even if you can't persuade them, you still have to try!
Mark tried to maintain order, but as he expected, people simply wouldn't listen to him.

He was usually quite well-regarded, but at this critical juncture, people only saw him as part of the ruling class of the beacon, someone they wanted to rebel against and overthrow.

The mutiny escalated to the point that a gravity machine was overturned, and many people clung to it like moths drawn to a flame.

"Charles"

On the elevator platform, Morgan let out a long sigh.

Today's situation is special; the city's defense forces are guarding the elevator platform.

They outnumbered the priests by a great margin and also possessed gravity, so the mutinous crowd had not yet broken through the defenses on this side.

Morgan watched the whole farce unfold.

He witnessed everything from Charles raising his arm and shouting "The Lord of Light and Shadow disagrees" to Charles being shot, covering his ear, and making a disheveled exit.

He was pleased with Charles's affection for him.

In the past two days, Mark and Jingnan had both come to see him and tried to persuade him to give up his idea of ​​traveling far away. Only Charles had never come. He thought Charles hated him. He never expected that Charles would finally stand up and take action to stop him from traveling far away.

But at this moment, his strongest emotion was disappointment.

Charles is so insensible.

Openly preventing a long journey could cause a public mutiny and result in unnecessary bloodshed and sacrifice.

Most importantly, the attitudes of the three people were not taken into account.

He had already made up his mind to travel far away.

He is old.

He had long planned to travel far away after leaving his position as city lord, to become a person who practices what he preaches.

When he was pushing forward the Three Laws and massacring the Lighthouse, he told himself that he would not let anyone die in vain, and that he would go to accompany those who sacrificed themselves because of the Three Laws.

Secondly, Charles did not consider Bai Yuekui's attitude.

People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.

Bai Yuekui was a truly decisive figure, representing the ground forces. Charles had no communication with Bai Yuekui, nor had they reached any exchange of benefits, yet he took it upon himself to prevent him from traveling, showing a lack of consideration for the consequences.

Ultimately, Charles did not consider Mark's attitude.

Charles stood up for him today, how will Mark, as the successor lord of the city, view Charles in the future?
“Sigh,” Morgan sighed.

He remembered what Charles looked like when he was a child; back then, Charles was a bright and well-behaved boy.

He's completely different from how he is now.

When exactly did Charles become like this?
“Victor, we can’t wait any longer,” he said slowly.

"Start the lifting platform."

"Don't let the lighthouse suffer further sacrifices for a useless old man who is about to leave."

Morgan's eyes gradually dimmed as he watched the crowd fighting with the city's defense forces.

Victor nodded heavily.

At this moment, Morgan was no longer the city lord; his relationship with Morgan was purely one of friendship.

"Take care," he said in a deep voice.

Morgan nodded with a smile.

Victor stood next to the control panel the whole time.

He gripped the lever, tensed the muscles in his arms, and pulled hard.

Boom!

A loud bang came from below the elevator platform, and the entire lighthouse shook.

The mutinous crowd slowed down, and the air grew quiet.

Many people looked up from their anger and hatred at Morgan on the elevator platform, their faces showing surprise.

Victor shouted, "Warrior—"

"A long journey!"

The city's garrison raised the horn that the priest had dropped and blew it with all their might.

woo-

woo-

woo-

A deep, desolate sound rang out, blowing through decades of storms and rain at the lighthouse, finally turning into a light veil that draped over Morgan's shoulders.

Click click click click click! Click click click!
Click, click, click!
The sound of gears turning came from the bottom of the lifting platform, which slowly lowered Morgan's body.

Morgan eventually left the beacon.

Amidst the mournful sound of horns, people watched Morgan's increasingly shorter body, the mania in their eyes quickly fading, replaced by confusion and astonishment.

"Farewell, Lord City Lord!" Victor raised two glasses of wine.

One glass was his own, and the other was the one Morgan didn't have time to drink.

Victor tilted his head back and finished his own drink, then poured Morgan's on the ground. The hissing sound of the liquor hitting the ground echoed in people's ears, and together with Victor's rough voice, extinguished the anger in their hearts.

"The city lord has already departed!"

Victor said in a deep voice, "This old man who has guided the lighthouse with his life for half a century deserves the respect of each and every one of us!"

"Before leaving, the city lord gave these instructions!"

"Don't let the lighthouse suffer further sacrifices for a useless old man who is about to leave!"

"As long as you stop now, no one will be punished according to the old city lord's orders. But if you continue to riot, the city defense forces will have no choice but to open fire in order to maintain order in the Lighthouse!"

People stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Morgan has left, and they seem to have no reason to continue their feud.

Click—click—click—

The sound of gun bolts being pulled repeatedly came from the city's garrison.

The city's garrison soldiers no longer passively defended themselves; they raised their weapons and aimed them at the people in front of them.

"Go back to your original posts!"

"continue working!"

"To dedicate one's life to the lighthouse, just like the departed old city lord!"

A few minutes later, the crowd dispersed.

All that remained were corpses and severely wounded soldiers who were unable to leave on their own.

By the railing on the second floor, Bai Yuetian spat out a sunflower seed shell and muttered, "After all that trouble, Morgan still went on his way. So many people died for nothing."

"Are you wondering why I didn't intervene?" Bai Yuekui said softly.

Bai Yuetian pursed his lips, looking hesitant.

He did have some doubts.

If Bai Yuekui had intervened, whether or not Morgan was allowed to travel far, such heavy casualties would not have occurred.

Standing idly by was not something the Moon Goddess he remembered would do.

Bai Yuekui said calmly, "The old lord of the Lighthouse is Morgan, and the new lord is Mark. Outsiders often interfere and it backfires. After experiencing this situation a few times, I stopped meddling in other people's business."

"Oh." Bai Yuetian nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Bai Yuekui looked at the spot where Charles had just stood and said thoughtfully, "I just discovered something interesting. That man named Charles has a power within him that doesn't belong to him."

Morgan turned and looked at the clear blue sky outside the lighthouse.

Having relinquished his position as city lord, and feeling the strong wind blowing through his body, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

"Teacher, I've come to see you."

he murmured.

During his years living in the lighthouse, he endured pressures that are unimaginable to outsiders.

Suddenly leaving the lighthouse felt like being freed from shackles.

Was the teacher like that back then?
I hope the Devouring Beast finds me later, so I can experience it a little longer.

After a while, the lifting platform landed.

Morgan stepped off the platform and looked around.

The surrounding area is a desolate hilly area, devoid of any life as far as the naked eye can see.

He walked outside, leaning on his cane.

Since becoming the city lord, he has never set foot on the ground again due to his busy schedule and for safety reasons.

This was his first reunion with the earth after decades of separation.

The long-lost feeling of being grounded filled his body, and a faint joy arose in his heart for no reason. Even the pain in his body seemed to lessen.

Morgan, leaning on his cane, savored this extraordinary life experience.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a roar came from not far away, shattering Morgan's peaceful state of mind.

Morgan was startled.

He suddenly looked back.

Dust billowed up on a hillside behind them, and several snake-dogs ran about, emitting terrifying howls.

A square outline loomed ahead of them, appearing and disappearing in the distance.

(End of this chapter)