Ling Cage: I come from Hisakawa

Chapter 67 He's Your Grandfather

"Formal introduction!"

"I am Erica, a friend of the Moon Sky!"

Erica smiled faintly.

4068 was stunned.

Biscuits are a food for the upper class, and ordinary people don't even have the opportunity to come into contact with them normally.

Give him a bag of cookies just to introduce yourself?
Given the difference in their social status, even if he didn't get the cookies, he couldn't escape.

but
1012 is really capable.

4068 secretly glanced at Bai Yuetian.

Bai Yuetian smiled, the harsh white light shining on his face softening his features.

He seemed to be coated with a layer of silver, making him look somewhat sacred.

4068 felt ashamed of himself.

They were all just ordinary people, but the others were only fit to carry supplies for the hunters. When danger came, they were abandoned by the hunters as cannon fodder to buy time for the main force to retreat.

But what about 1012?
Erica, an elite hunter who can pilot a gravity body, is his friend. She also gets along well with Captain Mark. In times of crisis, she can even put on a gravity body to open a lifeline for the retreat of the main force!

4068 felt a mix of emotions.

"I have to go back now." Erica turned around on tiptoe. "I still have to instruct the new recruits on how to pilot gravity bodies tonight."

Bai Yuetian nodded: "Go ahead and get busy."

"Bye-bye!" Erica left the dormitory with energetic steps.

Only Bai Yuetian and 4068 remained in the dormitory.

Bai Yuetian sat down opposite 4068.

Suddenly, a bottle came into his view.

Looking up at the bottle, 4068 looked conflicted and awkwardly said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Bai Yuetian gently pushed the wine bottle away.

He strongly suspects that it was made with industrial alcohol, and that drinking too much of it could not only cause intoxication but also poisoning.
He shouldn't compete with 4068.

"Why did you help me?" 4068 asked softly.

After a two-second silence, Bai Yuetian retorted, "Do I need a reason to help? I have no grudge against you."

"Huh?" 4068 was taken aback.

"You wouldn't let me into the dorm, so I beat you up. We're even now." Bai Yuetian shrugged.

"You can't hold a grudge against me, can you?" he asked in surprise.

"You survived this ground operation, and I deserve some credit for that!"

As soon as the words were spoken, 4068 was stunned.

Just as Bai Yuetian said, they were even long ago.

Bai Yuetian had just helped him out of a predicament, and now he even owed Bai Yuetian a favor.

“I apologize to you,” 4068 said simply.

He was convinced.

1012 is not only more handsome than him, but also better at fighting, more magnanimous, and has more friends.
This is supposed to be a market area?!

"I accept." Bai Yuetian smiled.

4068 breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It was my fault from the very beginning. I shouldn't have stopped you from entering the dormitory, otherwise we wouldn't have had that fight."

"You really went too far. I got beaten up for nothing." His eyes turned resentful.

"No fight, no friendship." Bai Yuetian curled the corners of his mouth.

Just then, a hearty laugh came from upstairs.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The laughter was hearty, yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.

It is 0609.

Bai Yuetian asked in surprise, "What's wrong with 0609? He's laughing so loudly, isn't he afraid of being whipped by the priest?"

When emotions run high, the Shadow value spikes.

The priest has a small board for checking shadow values; if he catches someone doing so, he'll be whipped.

"It must be because of the phone," 4068 replied.

"0609 is determined to fix an old cell phone that is broken beyond repair. He is willing to risk his life to fix the phone. He comes to every ground mission and is the oldest among the dust people who go down to the ground."

Nobody knows why.

4068 looked sentimental and speculated, "I heard he found a new phone and he's so happy. Maybe he fixed his old one."

Bai Yuetian recalled.

When they encountered the Devouring Beast, he acted together with 0609.

He asked 0609 about the phone at the time, and 0609 said "You don't understand" twice, looking very mysterious.

"In the end of the world, the carriers will collapse, and mobile phones will be no better than a brick. People who repair mobile phones in 0609 must be after the things inside."

Bai Yuetian said thoughtfully, "He's probably a man with a story."

Just then, the laughter upstairs turned into crying. "Waaaaaah!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Heartbroken, their voices were deeply moving.

Bai Yuetian and 4068 looked at each other in bewilderment.

"He was just laughing fine a moment ago, why did he suddenly start crying?" 4068 wondered.

Bai Yuetian stood up: "He's getting old, his body can't handle extreme joy or sorrow. Let's go up and check on him."

"Okay!"

As dusk fell, the setting sun shone obliquely through the tall French windows onto Morgan's piano.

Morgan sat on the piano bench without saying a word.

Behind him stood Charles, his eyes filled with malice, who spoke to him in a sarcastic tone: "Lord City Lord, since this is your will, I will comply."

"What is the Lord of Light and Shadow?"

What does the Lighthouse Law even mean?

"What are the Three Laws?"

His voice echoed in the study.

He bowed gracefully: "You are the city lord, whatever you say goes."

"If you want this mortal to ride on everyone's heads, then let him ride on everyone's heads. It doesn't matter what others think."

"Who made you the city lord?"

Charles said in a pretentious tone, "I'll punish the Lightbringer later, so that she'll avoid that mortal whenever she sees him."

"Our Church of Light and Shadow cannot afford to offend the City Lord's favorite!"

Morgan sighed inwardly.

He really should have taken down the oil painting on the wall and hung up a peach wood sword before calling Charles over.

The entire study was filled with resentment, almost as strong as a female ghost from a ghost story.

"Have you said enough?" he asked slowly.

Charles looked at the back of Morgan's head and gave a flawless smile: "I've said enough, Lord City Lord."

"If you've said enough, get out." Morgan waved his hand without turning his head.

I didn't hear any footsteps for a long time.

He turned his head and saw that Charles was still standing in the same spot, but his face was expressionless.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Morgan said slowly.

“I’ve thought about it again and again, but I still don’t understand why you’re protecting him!” Charles clenched his fist, his eyes revealing strong dissatisfaction.

Finally, Charles unveiled his invisible mask, and vivid emotions surged forth.

Morgan remained unfazed: "Does that mean whatever I say goes?"

“I need an answer: what is so special about this Dustman that you would trample the Laws of the Lighthouse for him?” Charles said through gritted teeth.

"You even told me to get out!"

"You told me to get out in front of so many people, do you even care about me? Do you even care about the Lord of Light and Shadow?"

Morgan frowned.

At that moment, Charles took a deep breath: "Just because of Mark?"

"Because Mark is the commander of the Wasteland Hunters, and the Lighthouse relies on the supplies brought back by the Wasteland Hunters for survival, once Mark pleaded for mercy, you were unable to maintain a fair judgment and decided to protect that Dustman!"

“Am I right?” Charles stared at Morgan.

Seeing that Morgan remained silent, he suddenly sneered: "Father, you have abandoned the law of the Lighthouse for Mark."

"But whether I or my Light and Shadow Church can do it or not, if you give me the chance, I will definitely kill that Dustman and teach Mark a lesson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan flew into a rage.

"Shut up!"

"If you still consider me your father, then stop pursuing that commoner!"

A loud noise echoed in the study.

Charles, not to be outdone, stared into Morgan's eyes: "Then tell me why, I just want one answer!"

"Is Mark really that important?"

Morgan and Charles locked eyes.

Charles remained unyielding, his eyes filled with determination.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

After a long pause, Morgan sighed softly, "There was indeed a reason why I gave him a break, but it wasn't because of Mark."

Not because of Mark?

"Why is that?" Charles frowned, puzzled.

Morgan looked up and gave Charles a deep look.

"Because he is your maternal grandfather."

(End of this chapter)