The importance attached to the system determines the emphasis placed on Mag.
From the moment he came to this world, the system showed a high-level sense of having everything under control.
But this time, it was a little panicked?
Of course, it could just be that something was stolen and there was no evidence.
The existence of the Old Ones has been confirmed, and Mag has even cooked half of it.
But such beings are capable of destroying the world at every turn. How can they have time to go to various farms to steal thermometers and seeders?
As for higher civilizations, in this world where there are still races that have not broken away from the habit of consuming hair and drinking blood, Mag does not believe that there is a higher level civilization than the system.
"Judging from the time, could it be Amy's system that did it?" Mag suddenly remembered a variable.
The system was silent for a while, seemed to be analyzing, and said: "The possibility is extremely low! If the system discovers the farm, it should be able to determine that there is another system in the world, and it must not contact the other party, let alone interfere with the other party's mission. "
"Isn't this kind of defective system of yours just thrown together to breed? Is it okay if they don't interfere with each other? After all, there is only one king in the world. What about the slogan of thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river?" Mag didn't believe it. .
"Once again! This system is a perfect God of Cooking system. The existence of that system may just be an accident!" the system said seriously.
"Then is it possible that there is a high-latitude civilization in this world? Or should we say that their level of civilization is higher than that of Earth 2050?" Mag also asked with a serious expression.
"According to the current observations of this system, no abnormally evolved civilization has been found."
"Is it possible that there is a Wakanda hidden in this ordinary world?" Mag smiled.
The system was silent for a while and replied: "This possibility cannot be ruled out for the time being. This system's understanding of this world is one-sided and limited, and there are still many places that cannot be explored.
It is impossible to know whether a more advanced civilization was born on this continent in the past tens of billions of years and survived.
Also, there is indeed a more advanced civilization on earth, but it is not in Wakanda, but in the void realm on Kunlun Mountain. "
This time it was Mag's turn to be silent.
The system's words are too informative.
Nothing in this world is impossible, and it was impossible for him to come to this world.
On a planet with a history of tens of billions of years, is there a more advanced civilization? Just like until now, he still doesn't know whether the so-called 'gods' served by various races really exist. If so, where are they?
"It turns out... the system is not omniscient..." Mag sighed.
"The system's understanding of a strange world, in addition to the basic information obtained through the way of heaven, also requires exploration."
Mag held his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "I am suddenly very curious about what exactly is the Way of Heaven? What kind of existence is it? Why is it necessary to create a system and distribute it to various worlds?"
"The host's problem has reached dangerous territory, please put away these dangerous thoughts!" the system warned.
"If Heaven is omnipresent and omniscient, but is an unknown and indescribable existence, communicating with the outside world through the system, and ruling one world after another through the hosts controlled by the system... then what do you think he is like?" Mag's My throat rolled, and I felt that my thoughts were indeed dangerous.
The system is silent...and silent again...
"Okay, let's change the question." Mag closed the ancient book in his hand, "If there is indeed a higher civilization in this world, and they discover your existence, what might happen next?"
"Two possibilities, one. As an alien civilization and the possible large-scale invasion, you will be captured and sliced for study, and an attempt will be made to trace our origins. Second, the other party may try to establish new connections with the alien civilization through you. You will become a bridge of communication, but you will lose your freedom." The system replied.
"It doesn't sound like a good outcome." Mag shook his head.
"This system has cut off the logistics system between farms and restaurants, and built a new virtual logistics system. The other party is temporarily unable to find the restaurant through the space channel. However, it cannot be ruled out that they can find you through other channels, because we know nothing about the other party. Known.”
Mag breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "There is another question. If advanced civilizations really exist, will they be responsible for the old rulers? If they join, those troublesome guys may be able to deal with it. It’ll be easier.”
"The Octopus Beard Processing Factory is missing a cutting machine. They should be aware of the existence of the Old Ones and are probably in the good and lawful camp. Otherwise, it would be easy for them to destroy the seal," the system replied.
Mag ended the conversation with the system and sat in front of the desk in a daze.
The existence of the Old Ones is like the Sword of Damocles hanging above their heads.
The existence of high-level civilizations, and their possible discovery of his existence, gave him even more headaches.
"Forget it, let's ignore them for now. No matter how advanced the civilization is, they are still mortal bodies. If they really come to us, we can only kill them with one sword." Mag shook his head, stood up and went out.
Go downstairs and put away all the things that may be exposed beyond the civilization of this world, including Amy's toys and Annie's watercolor pens, which they agreed can only be used upstairs.
Mag didn't swell, so he decided to live more like a native in the future.
Irina returned to the City of Chaos. Mag, who had just eaten kidneys at noon, had to cancel the oyster feast in the evening to avoid being too bloated.
The tavern's business was still good tonight. Although it was not full yet, at the end of one night, one hundred thousand copper coins were still easily earned.
The Titan Tavern opposite, however, put up a notice of suspension of operations, announcing that it had officially entered the rectification stage.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the announcement.
Titan Tavern announced that it will open the wine cellar that was sealed by the founder thirty years ago and begin to serve authentic Titan wine that has been stored in the cellar for thirty years.
Effie was a smart woman, McGonagall admitted.
At the end of the business, Mag sent away the last customer, closed the store door, and started cleaning.
At this time, the door of the tavern opened silently behind him.
The movement in Mag's hand suddenly froze, and he slowly turned around to look at the door, leaning forward slightly, maintaining the best posture for drawing the sword.
There was a woman wearing white tights standing at the door. She stared at him calmly with her light green eyes, and said in a somewhat jerky common language: "I want to... drink."
