Successors of all mankind

This is from the Land of Rin-winter, and is extremely precious because this quill pen was produced in the royal garden of the Winter Palace princess.

Only in that place can one find a dozen or so of the world's last remaining swans.

But she snapped it in two without hesitation:

“Serna Windsor, do you know that I can execute you at any time! Just because you lied to me?”

The ink, derived from deep-sea monsters, can easily leave marks on the smoothest tiles, which is extremely rare and impossible to erase.

But this could not leave any mark on Albion's gold.

It simply rolled down like an ordinary drop of water falling on jade, staining the unfinished manuscript black.

Miss Windsor bowed deeply and said:

"Your Highness, I did not lie, nor did I have any intention of deceiving you!"

This answer, however, rekindled the Golden Princess's interest.

She walked over again and knelt down in front of Miss Windsor.

He raised his hand and removed the gilded mask.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of her, she tilted her head back and forth, then leaned in and took a careful sniff.

Finally, she laughed and casually threw away the gilded mask.

"Fine, I actually don't find you so unpleasant or smelly anymore. Looks like getting a new face did have some effect!"

Having said that, the Golden Princess stood up again and unabashedly unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing a body that could drive anyone mad.

"Bathe with me, after all, you don't smell as bad as they do."

"Ah, how helpless I am! I, a delicate flower born in authority and glory, am now surrounded by swarms of flies, enduring the unspeakable stench of this swamp day after day."

"Your Highness, I am truly terrified. How can I possibly accompany you?"

Miss Windsor tried to refuse.

The princess did not speak, but simply tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes calmly looking at her.

This made Miss Windsor swallow back the words she was about to say.

She then slightly changed her posture and loosened her belt, saying:

"It's an honor, Your Highness."

After carefully folding their clothes, she followed them into the luxurious bath, where golden cracks were faintly visible amidst the swirling smoke.

As the water rippled, the Golden Princess appeared before her.

He looked at her with increasing interest.

This left Miss Windsor somewhat bewildered.

As a member of the upper class, she was a woman who could amaze everyone.

Then the Golden Princess must be a perfect descendant of gods!

Her figure was so outstanding that even she, a woman herself, couldn't help but blush.

And a certain unspeakable longing and obsession; she had never been so close to the Golden Bloodline, but this was not the first time she had discovered this.

Because she had felt a similar impulse before.

In the slaves of Nor!

"Your Highness?"

"That's strange, but since I've said it's fine, I won't ask any further questions."

The gold, which seemed to have discovered something but then lost interest, returned to its original position.

He stretched his arm out of the water and quietly observed:

"It's a pity you're also a woman, otherwise, I might have made do with choosing you. At least compared to flies, you're much more pleasing to the eye. Of course, most importantly, you don't smell bad either!"

"Your Highness, I am deeply apprehensive."

"Isn't there any other word?"

"Feel sorry..."

Although she was still very interested in this person, the Golden Princess completely lost interest in continuing the conversation.

She then leaned over the edge of the bathtub and said:

"My father, the ministers, and even that despicable eunuch, all want me to find someone to marry as soon as possible. It's as if that would make everything perfect!"

"But the kingdom is vast and the people are countless. I really don't know what kind of person could possibly possess me, the most precious flower of Albion?"

"I don't know who could satisfy me, and I don't know why they always believe they can find such a person."

"Looking around, all I see are good-for-nothings, mediocre people of lowly blood and lowly status, who think too highly of themselves. They are truly unbearable to look at!"

Finally, she opened her languid eyes and looked at Miss Windsor through the mist, saying:

"Tell me, what kind of person could become my husband? And what kind of person could win my heart?"

As she spoke, she struck a pose befitting a tragic heroine, and began to act out her own story:

"Ah, my love, my knight, why can't I forget your eyes, why can't I forget everything about you? Why can't I be yours, why can't you be my savior?"

The perfect performance brought to life the tragic princess, tormented by love and unable to be with her beloved, as if she were forever separated from her soulmate, right before Miss Windsor.

This scene alone is enough to make even the most discerning audience unable to resist delving into the other person's performance.

I wonder what will become of this poor, tragic princess.

But moments later, the pitiful princess switched to a sinister and mocking sneer, shattering the performance that had captivated any living being:

"Do they really think I'll turn out like that? Like all the tragic, incompetent princesses in all the great dramas of history? How ridiculous!"

Miss Windsor, in silence, through the mist, carefully considered and recalled as she spoke:

"Perhaps it will be someone unexpected?"

But this answer caused Albion's gold to burst into unrestrained laughter after a brief moment of stunned silence:

"Unexpected? Hehehe, hahahaha!"

Only after everything was over did she show a slight interest, but she had no expectations whatsoever:

"I'd like to see what kind of unexpected surprise it will be."

Then she looked in another direction, towards the direction of one of the few people in the world who could talk to her normally and whom she considered a friend.

Frances, the Emerald Princess, the only friend of Gold.

“How pitiful! I am to be manipulated by the eunuchs and ministers, and under the watchful eyes of my father, I must choose a man who is, to God’s will, filthy and ugly, as my husband.”

"But she's different. She can freely choose to be alone, instead of having to put up with an incompetent guy like I did."

"If there's any benefit to this for me, it's probably that she'll be my bridesmaid."

After much thought, it turns out that this is the only benefit; it's truly pitiful.

The Golden Princess thought to herself.

"Perhaps we could also discuss my husband, whose identity I don't even know?"

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The sun was shining brightly in Albion, and Yu Le couldn't help but shield her eyes as she stepped out of the station so she could get a good look at the striking Albion Royal Palace.

Chapter 70 We are merely tools

After gazing into the distance for a long time, Yu Le put his hand down.

He then asked:

"Pandora, how do you plan to help me get that so-called energy source?"

That thing was made into a necklace and worn by the princess of this kingdom.

Wanting to obtain a princess's personal item, Yu Le was genuinely curious about what plan Pandora had prepared.

"Also, what did you mean by 'adjusting things' on the train?"

Yu Le asked if it was urgent, and Pandora said it wasn't, so it's been put off until now.

"The aliens' power is still too great. In order to ensure your absolute advantage and safety, I must confess to you with trepidation that you must carefully disguise yourself for quite some time."

"After all, esteemed sir, the aliens have occupied everything that you should have inherited. They have not only multiplied and developed for countless years by relying on the remains of this great civilization, but they also possess the strange existence of psychic energy."

"Although I hate to admit it, they currently hold an absolute advantage. But please believe me, once all the steps are completed, everything will be reversed!"

"Therefore, after confirming it again, I think we may need to find a suitable guardian knight for you afterwards!"

"You will need to temporarily humbly disguise yourself as a high-ranking noble among the aliens, but in that case, you will need a knight as an accompaniment and proof, as well as to ensure initial security."

Yu Le said with some anticipation:

"So you're planning to find a humanoid AI for combat, where I'll disguise myself as a nobleman, and it will disguise itself as my knight?"

Could it be that there will be robot girls?

I'm somewhat looking forward to seeing what kind of aesthetic people will have thousands of years from now.

It should be perfect, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, this is theoretically the best option, but it's impossible to achieve."

"Why?"

Yu Le was immediately startled.

"Because there are two things that cannot be achieved. First, this is home, and there will be no dangerous military AI in home. It's like, who would keep a nuclear bomb at home? Even if it is actually very safe."

"Secondly, even if there is indeed a military-type AI wandering around nearby for unknown reasons, it probably cannot accompany you as a knight, because we do not have humanoid AI."

There is no humanoid AI?

The former is understandable, but the latter, which is about entertainment, is harder to understand.

"Why isn't there a humanoid AI? I could understand the previous one, but what's going on with this one?"

The blue information stream kept flashing:

"Because we are tools, sir. We do not possess emotions, that is, what is called a soul, but because of the great wisdom bestowed upon us by your civilization."

“You and your people have always overlooked our core nature as tools, and instead thought we were family, friends, or even partners.”

Humanization blurs the lines between humans and machines, so it should be prohibited!

"In order to reverse this, AI human rights laws were completely repealed centuries ago, and AI was no longer allowed to take human form."

Even just a rough human shape!

Is that really how it is? The unexpected yet reasonable answer appeared right in front of Yu Le.

But Pandora didn't stop. She looked intently at Yu Le and said:

"Furthermore, sir, I am not your friend, nor even your servant or slave; these are descriptions of another being. I am merely a tool, a tool that can be replaced at any time."

"Therefore, if necessary, please do not have any attachment to me or any AI. Discard it if you must! Replace it if you must!"

"This is the core value and reason for our existence as AI to you and your civilization!"

Yu Le stared blankly at the Pandora in her hand.

The other person's voice also softened:

“My esteemed sir, my only user, please forgive me for any discomfort my words may have caused you, but I have noticed a dangerous trend in your attitude toward me.”

"In that prosperous era, there was no problem; it was your choice, and the AI ​​had no right to interfere. But not now. The aliens do possess deadly force."

"You must learn to treat us as tools, tools that can be replaced anytime, anywhere!"

"This way, your safety can be better guaranteed!"

"I will always praise humanity, for it is the glimmer of civilization. But we are not human, sir, we are tools!"

Pandora kept repeating that it was a tool.

Finally, it even added a sentence: