Chapter 2068： Higher civilization

The importance of the system determines the importance of McGonagall.

From the time it came to this world, the system has shown a sense of advancedness that everything is under control.

But this time, it was a little panicked?

Of course, it may also be just because something was stolen but suffered from no evidence and was frightened.

The existence of the old ruler has been confirmed, and McGonagall has cooked half of it.

But this kind of existence destroys the world at every turn. How can I go to various farms to steal thermometers and planters?

As for higher civilizations, in this world where races still have the habit of drinking blood, McGonagall doesn't believe in the existence of higher-level civilizations than the system.

"Judging from time, could it be Amy's system that did it?" McGonagall suddenly remembered a variable.

The system was silent for a while, seeming to be analyzing, and said, "The possibility is extremely low! If the system finds a farm, it should be able to judge that there is another system in this world, and it should not be in contact with the other party, let alone interfere with the other party's mission. "

"Aren't you throwing inferior product systems together to raise Gu? It's okay if you don't interfere with each other? After all, there is only one king in the world. What about the slogan of Hedong for thirty years and Hexi for thirty years?" McGonagall didn't believe it. .

"Reiterate again! This system is a perfect kitchen **** system, the existence of that system may be just an accident!" the system solemnly said.

"Then is there the possibility of high-latitude civilization in this world? Or is their civilization level higher than that of the earth in 2050?" McGonagall also asked with a serious expression.

"According to the current observations of this system, no abnormally evolved civilization has been found."

"Then it is possible that there is a Wakanda hidden in this ordinary world?" McGonagall smiled.

The system was silent for a while, and replied: "This possibility cannot be ruled out for the time being. The system's understanding of the world is one-sided and limited, and there are still many places that have not been explored.

It is impossible to know whether more advanced civilizations have been born on this continent in the past tens of billions of years and have survived.

Also, there is indeed a higher civilization on the earth, but it is not in Wakanda, in the void world on Kunlun Mountain. "

Now McGonagall's turn was silent.

The system's remarks are too informative.

Nothing is impossible in this world, and it is impossible for him to be able to come into this world.

On a planet with a history of tens of billions of years, is there a higher civilization, just like until now he does not know whether the so-called ‘gods’ served by various races really exist, and if so, where are they?

"So... the system is not omniscient..." McGonagall sighed lightly.

"The system's understanding of an unfamiliar world, in addition to the basic information obtained through the heavens, also requires exploration to know."

Magtor thought for a while under his chin, and then suddenly asked: "I was suddenly curious about what heaven is? What kind of existence is it? Why create a system and distribute it to various worlds?"

"The host's problem has touched dangerous areas, please put away these dangerous thoughts!" the system warned.

"If the Way of Heaven is omnipresent and omniscience, yet it is an unknown and indescribable existence, communicating with the outside world through the system, and ruling one world after another through the host controlled by the system... Then what do you think he is like?" McGonagall He rolled his throat and felt that his thoughts were indeed dangerous.

The system is silent... and then silent...

"Well, let's change the question." McGonagall 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?"

"There are two possibilities. One, you, as a foreign civilization and the possible large-scale invasion, will be captured and sliced ​​for research and try to trace our source. Second, the other party may try to establish a new connection with the foreign civilization through you. You will become a bridge of communication, but you will lose freedom." The system replied.

"It doesn't sound like a good result." McGonagall shook his head.

"This system has cut off the logistics system between the farms and the restaurant, and built a new virtual logistics system. The other party cannot find the restaurant through the spatial channel for the time being. However, it cannot be ruled out that they find you through other channels because we have nothing to the other party. Known."

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "There is another question, if advanced civilizations really exist, will they be responsible for the old dominators? If they join, those troublesome guys may deal with it. It will be easier."

"The octopus processing factory lacks a cutting machine. They should be aware of the existence of the old rulers, and most of them are in the kind and lawful camp, otherwise it will be easy for them to destroy the seal." The system replied.

McGonagall ended the conversation with the system and sat at the desk in a daze.

The existence of the former ruler is like a sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

And the existence of high-level civilization, and his existence may have been discovered, made him feel a headache.

"Forget it, don't care about them, no matter how advanced the civilization is, it is a mortal body. If you really want to come to the door, you can only cut it with one sword." McGonagall shook his head and got up to go out.

Go downstairs and put away all the things that might be exposed beyond this world civilization, including Amy's toys and Annie's watercolor pens, and they agreed to only use them upstairs.

McGonagall didn't swell, so he decided to live more like a native in the future.

Irina was back in the city of chaos again. McGonagall, who had just eaten kidneys at noon, had to cancel the oyster feast at night to avoid being too bloated.

Business in the tavern tonight is still good, although it has not yet reached the full level, but one night, one hundred thousand copper coins are still easily paid in.

The Titan Tavern on the opposite side hung a notice of suspension of business, announcing that it had officially entered the rectification stage.

Of course, the announcement is the most eye-catching.

Titan Tavern announced that it will open the wine cellar sealed by its founder thirty years ago, and begin to supply authentic Titan wine that has been in the cellar for thirty years.

Effie is a smart woman, McGonagall admits this.

At the end of the business, McGonagall sent away the last customer, closed the store door, and started cleaning.

At this time, the tavern door opened silently behind him.

The movement in McGonagall's hand suddenly became stiff, and he slowly turned around to look at the door, leaning forward slightly, maintaining the best posture of drawing the sword.

A woman in a white tights stood at the door, her light green eyes were watching him calmly, and she spoke in a somewhat jerky common language: "I want to... drink."