After pondering for a moment, Gill said, "I think I understand what you mean. Our central city is actually a farm, and we are all turkeys? So, who is the farmer?"
"Here, it's more like a Vegetable Garden. And the gardener could be a pretender, a judge, or perhaps there are higher beings behind them."
Gill's face gradually darkened.
Finally, he realized, "You mean the royal family is in cahoots with the gardener. They don't want us to be too intelligent and develop advanced mechas and weapons."
Lora nodded, "Yes, but now that you have developed them, His Majesty the Emperor has given you three days. If they lay hands on you during these three days, it would prove that all our speculations are correct."
This was truly a terrible way to verify, at least for Gill.
Gill leaned against the metallic wall of the aircraft, slowly sliding down until he sat on the ground, looking dejected as he covered his head.
"So, basically, I have no way out, right?"