Successors of all mankind

After hearing all this, Yu Le rubbed his temples, feeling a bit overwhelmed, and continued to ask:

"Pandora, I ask you, wasn't it also part of your plan for me to discover this and then question you?"

After all, this was all very crude, even poorly concealed.

The mere fact that it's a holy relic that doesn't live up to its name is an overly obvious warning!

"I'm sorry, but you're not mistaken, sir."

"I am an educational machine; nurturing and guiding humanity forward is my duty and core logic."

"However, my respected sir, please believe me, there is only one thing that will absolutely not be a problem: I will never betray humanity or you!"

"Your safety is always our top priority, above all else!"

A common trope in novels has appeared...

Zhong Zhang Que also deceives humans...

Yu Le has lost count of how many times she has rubbed her forehead.

"There's more! There must be something I don't know, right? Tell me, Pandora! After all this, I should know what you're still hiding from me."

Yu Le wasn't wrong, but Pandora's answer was somewhat unexpected:

"In fact, from the very beginning, there is only one way to obtain the Heart of Eternity with acceptable risk."

Yu Le paused for a moment, then looked at the high walls around him, and finally pointed to his feet:

"You mean, this is actually the only way?"

"Yes, sir. In the countless days and nights that have passed, I have overthrown and destroyed one alien civilization after another."

"However, I have never truly defeated the Golden Bloodline. I have destroyed hundreds and thousands of kingdoms, and I have drowned countless civilizations, yet the rule of the Golden Bloodline remains as firm as Mount Tai."

"The power of psychic energy is far beyond comprehension, especially for the existing kings. I must admit, sir, they are not like men, they are like gods!"

“And now, your appearance and what you are about to do are far more powerful than anything I have ever done before. You are shaking up everything that exists in this world.”

"It is a challenge to all the rulers of this world!"

"This means I can't guarantee your safety 100%, but you must move forward, or the aliens will devour you."

An excessive amount of information flooded Yule's mind at perhaps the most inopportune time.

After a long pause, Yu Le finally asked:

"Then why did you start saying that?"

I have at least a thousand ways to help you get the Heart of Eternity or something...

"Because you have just gained 'reliance', you need 'security' more than the truth."

Oh, I never thought so... I never thought so!

Too many unexpected events left Yu Le somewhat at a loss.

However, it was at this moment that Yu Le suddenly looked at Pandora seriously and said:

"Is that all?"

The blue information stream started spinning again, and Pandora's voice refuted the claims.

Please believe in my loyalty.

Chapter 7 is actually set in Rome?

Okay, at least he didn't make up answers for me like Doubao did, swearing they were true and refusing to admit his mistake...

Yu Le sighed and put his hand down.

Then he sat down on the stone bench under the poplar tree.

He's feeling a bit lost right now.

In theory, Pandora and AI can continue to trust each other, and she remains his greatest reliance.

However, I still feel a bit uneasy.

Also, Yu Le felt a bit lonely.

Even if it's for your own good, it's still deception...

Seeing Yu Le's performance, Pandora quietly wore it on Yu Le's wrist, the blue information stream shimmering slightly.

Growth is always painful.

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On the other side of the high wall, the princess sat listlessly on a high platform, one leg bent, elbow resting on her knee, chin propped up.

The golden cracks became even more prominent and captivating under the sunlight.

Dangerous and fragile.

Below, on the wide training ground, more than twenty young riders were lined up and waiting.

They were all in high spirits and looked radiant, with their family crests and achievements prominently displayed.

They stood tall and proud, trying to attract the attention of the golden gaze on the platform with the most heroic posture.

The Princess's Knight, this is the pinnacle of Albion Knights since the death of the first Duke of Windsor.

Whether it's status or honor!

The princess's gaze swept over their faces one by one, faster and faster, as if she were flipping through a boring ledger.

"Your Highness, the first one is the second son of Duke Marty, a former Dragon Cavalryman who was killed in the border rebellion last year..." the lady-in-waiting beside him introduced in a low voice.

The princess raised her hand to interrupt her.

Why is he constantly touching his beard?

The female official paused for a moment: "...Perhaps you wanted to appear more mature?"

How old is he this year?

"Twenty-two, Your Highness."

"Worried about not looking old enough at twenty-two?" The princess finally looked at the man properly. "What will he look like at forty? A face full of wrinkles and sorrow?"

She looked away, her interest completely gone.

"Next one."

When the second knight stepped forward, he deliberately slowed his pace, trying to appear more composed, and his armor made a perfectly controlled metallic clanging sound.

He had studied it and felt that a great playwright should hate harsh sounds.

Therefore, his armor was also custom-made, and the sound it made when moving or colliding was very pleasant!

He stood in the center of the field and gave a perfect, impeccable knight's salute.

The princess looked at it for a moment, then suddenly tilted her head:

"Ha, putting in the effort in these areas? All you have is an empty shell of a good-for-nothing."

The female official dared not answer.

"Do you know?"

The princess turned to look in another direction, a place she frequented most often, besides the palace, where she truly felt joy.

That is the Royal Opera House.

“Every actor who tries to play a knight is much like him; they all think that as long as they look the part, that's enough. But what happens?”

The princess took off the ring from her hand, and while playing with it, she said sarcastically:

"But they're actors, not knights. So what about him? Is he a knight or an actor? Next!"

The third knight was younger, with an excessively handsome face, red lips, white teeth, and a burning gaze.

After bowing, he looked up and met the princess's gaze directly.

The princess did not look away. She stared at him for a moment, then smiled.

Just when everyone thought they had succeeded.

The princess then said to the lady-in-waiting:

"He wanted to speak with his eyes. Did you see them? He thought that would move me!"

The lady-in-waiting asked in a low voice, "Does Your Highness find this inappropriate?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

The princess put her ring back on and looked at the sky with boredom, saying:

"But the way he looks at me is no different from the way he looks at a fine horse, a fine sword, or a manor. He's just appraising it."

If the original knights were either embarrassed or blushed with shame...

Upon hearing this, the knight immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Before he could even try to explain.

The princess's voice rang out:

"Next one!"

It's just a matter of weighing the benefits. Don't people in this country think the same way?

She had no interest in blaming or paying attention to it.

The fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

The princess's interest waned at a visible pace. Her posture became increasingly casual, her chin sliding from her palm to her elbow, until she was almost leaning against the railing.

By the seventeenth person, she hadn't even waited for them to finish introducing themselves before turning to the female officer:

How many are left?

"Your Highness, there are still ten left."

"Ten more? There are actually ten of these guys? By the glory of humanity, are they really the elite of the elite, handpicked from all of Albion by Father's orders?"

"The impression they gave me should have been that there are so many excellent riders like them, not that there are so many scoundrels like them!"

The lady-in-waiting hurriedly said:

"Your Highness, each of you knights is the most outstanding person in your respective family lineage, they, they."

She wanted to advise the princess to be mindful of the knights' reputation, since they also represented the reputation of the vassals.

These were all sent by the most powerful noble families in the kingdom.

One-third of them even come from the fourth pillar lineage. And not from collateral branches, but from the main lineage such as the second son.

If it weren't for legal restrictions, the eldest son of all three pillars would probably appear.

After all, the nobles' guardian knights are often even closer to each other than their partners.

Especially since this future king is still unmarried!

However, the princess remained completely unmoved.

"So what? Will that change their mediocre and incompetent nature?"

As she spoke, she looked down at all the knights below and said:

"Or is it that one of you is confident that the enemy who terrifies me will fall before you?"

The knights, who had just been slightly indignant, immediately lowered their heads.

The power of the royal family does indeed come from bloodline, but this bloodline truly possesses supreme power in the literal sense.

“Your Highness, although the knights may not be as great as you, I believe their determination to serve you and His Majesty is no less than that!”

The gaunt man in purple robes walked through the small door onto the high platform.

Upon his arrival, the royal knights guarding the gate and the ladies-in-waiting near the princess all bowed respectfully.

"Maris? You're much later than I expected. What, have you finally gotten so old that you've forgotten the way?"

The man in purple robes was unfazed by the princess's sarcasm. He simply walked up to her, bowed, and said: