"Brother, you don't want your sister to be unhappy, right?"

While scanning the handwriting on it, Neil was thinking randomly, saying the process of "thinking" without any modification, and strange words echoed in the room.

...

Aside.

Bella and the elders stood side by side.

They watched a awakened intelligent machine scan the twenty-four volumes of "historical texts" quickly.

The elder smiled quietly.

The air in the room was too dirty, and as he smiled, the elder couldn't help but start coughing.

Bella hurriedly searched for filters and gas masks in the room, trying to put them on for the elder. But after searching for two minutes, Bella didn't find them. The old man around her coughed more and more intensely. She could only take out the towel that the elder usually covered his mouth and nose, and while isolating the dust, she stroked the elder's back and breathed.

"Elder, we might as well go out."

Bella suggests.

As she said that, she was about to help the elder out.

But the elderly elder had some strength, and Bella's thin arm was not pulled. She could only watch the elder sit down stubbornly, sucking the dust in the room and coughing desperately.

"Bella, do you know?"

The elder looked at the human-shaped bones that were quickly scanning the "historical text" and smiled: "The meaning of 'inheriting history' is not about who the inheritor is, but about history itself."

"I have always believed that the reason why 'history' can be left behind was that our ancestors allowed us to properly preserve 'historical text' was of unique significance."

"Perhaps, I'm witnessing the end of 'history'."

"No..." The elder shook his head: "Maybe it is the 'history' that our generations of 'historical guardians' are trying hard to protect, when it is heading to the 'end point' it should have reached."

After the elder said that, he closed his eyes with a smile.

“Our mission is over.”
Chapter completed!