Chapter 34 809.M30
Morse chose to walk to the Grand Theater by himself.
This is not because he is diligent and energetic, and is willing to burn the calories he consumes by walking, but because he is not interested in any of Lokos's current movement, rumbling and excessive bumps on the street. All means of transportation cannot be complimented.
He avoided the flow of people, kept the loud music away from his quiet-loving ears, and also avoided the excessively bright direct sunlight. He shuttled between slightly darker shadows until the outline of the Grand Theater appeared completely before his eyes.
The combination of gold, jade and white stone makes the ring-shaped structure dazzling. The main entrance of the theater is carved with pure transparent spar to reflect light and shadow, while several side entrances are hidden in hidden visual blind spots. This not only makes the theater as a whole more complete and complete, but also helps visitors to relieve their psychological pressure and leave appropriate vacancies.
In the early years, Morse walked on the streets and could often hear people boasting about the brilliance of the Grand Theater everywhere; later, Perturabo made the Grand Theater more stylish every year, and in recent years, Lokos Whether it is meetings, courts, assemblies, performances, art, or celebrations, they all have to be held in this huge civil facility. Instead, citizens have gradually become accustomed to the existence of this amazing thing, turning it into an indispensable embellishment in their lives. I pass by its main entrance carrying fruits and vegetables every day.
Nowadays, only foreigners who come from far away will show deep shock and surprise when they see the theater.
As for what the Lokos people are talking about now, it is actually the newly built automatic water circulation creative public bathhouse in Perturabo.
Morse stepped into the theater and found his seat - obviously, when the Tyrant and his family were seated, the empty seat next to Perturabo, made of vines and gold wire, would not belong to other people.
He originally had the boring idea of sitting down quietly and frightening Perturabo, but Perturabo discovered him at the first moment. The young man pushed aside the dancing crowd between the columns, placed the wine glass in his hand on the passing table, and walked straight towards him.
Perturabo wore light armor and didn't eat much, which was incompatible with the entire festive atmosphere. His melancholy and thoughtful nature makes his seriousness as eye-catching as steel. I am afraid that even if fairies from the mountains and rivers offer him wine, he will only overturn the banquet of the gods.
After all these years, Perturabo never became a true Lokos, or even an Olympian.
But Morse never saw any problem with this. He waved to the young man and asked him to sit down, and couldn't help but wonder how tall Perturabo would be now if he hadn't stripped him of his extraordinary abilities.
In another perspective, the indescribable energy that constitutes Perturabo's form is erupting with extremely dazzling light from time to time. This is the visual proof of his infinite potential and majestic essence, and it is also The external phenomenon that the chains Morse designed for him will naturally be released.
"How?" Morse asked. "Have you thought about your speech?"
Perturabo nodded and sat on his seat - another steel instrument, cold and huge, the exquisite design style blended with the coldness of the iron stone itself, and at the same time, it more clearly highlighted the relationship between Perturabo and The whole joyous scene is different.
After he sat down, thanks to the height of the steel seat itself, he was finally half a head taller than Morse.
"I don't need a speech." Perturabo said, staring at Morse. "This will be an announcement."
"Is this part of your performance?" Morse grinned, picked up an unnamed fruit from the table in front of him, held it in his hand and admired its red skin.
"No." Perturabo said, and then the young man looked away and devoted more energy to observing the people in the theater. During this period, a soldier sent a short note to Perturabo, which caused a brief flash of anger on the young man's face, and then he replaced it with a calmness after disappointment.
Morse didn't ask. As Perturabo grew up, he increasingly lost interest in participating in everything in Olympia: it was nothing more than a duel between humans and humans.
He has planned to return to his mountains and trees after Perturabo's natural power returns in the future, and occasionally listen to the changing situation in Olympia in order to complete his writing. The sequel to the play.
Califon raised his glass to them demurely from a distance across the round stage of the theater, followed by the tyrant and the tyrant's two sons. It's almost equivalent to some kind of prologue where a conductor raises his hands and looks toward the orchestra.
The tyrant held his scepter and stood up with the tip of the scepter touching the ground. The attendant immediately handed the miniature loudspeaker invented by Perturabo into his hand.
The ruler's breathing quickly spread throughout the theater, and through the theater's efficient and exquisite sound transmission structure, it rang clearly in the ears of all those who came to participate in the ceremony.
"Our revered Lord of the Legion, the Iron Blade and Steel Scythe of Lokos, will be christened today." Damex gave a powerful pause, focusing more on A ritualistic silence is brought inside the amphitheater.
He continued: "Ten years ago, he came to Lokos, and his choice brought glory to Lokos. Now, he wants to make his name even more glorious."
"Qianbai Over the years, the Lokos have cast themselves under the shadow of glory in the name of great men. We inherit the names of our ancestors and heroes just as we inherit their glory. Some of you may still remember that my name comes from my ancient past. Ancestor, and my eldest son chose his name from one of the founders of Lokos."
"This inertia made me never imagine a person before the leader of our legion came. , a glorious, noble man who will change Lokos, will reject an inscription that has been engraved in stone tablets, statues and history. ”
Perturabo sat up straighter.
The tyrant took a breath, fully preparing for the words he would say next: "And now, I want to admit my limitations with guilt."
"When I went to his workshop," Damex deliberately avoided mentioning names for the time being, "I respectfully asked him from which hero of Lokos he would inherit a name. I let him know, What great achievements our ancestors have made, and how our glory has been passed down from generation to generation."
"The answer given to me by the Lord of the Legion is something I will never forget. His achievements will be greater than those of any hero, and his greatness will be greater than that of any predecessor."
"Who is qualified to let him change his real name? Why can't his real name be the most dazzling among heroes? Which one will be inherited by future generations? He was born extraordinary, not because of his noble birth, but because of the blessings he created for Lokos and the peace he would create for Olympia."
"Now, it's time to choose your name, the leader of our armies, the leader of our flag, the master of all creation."
The tyrant raised his cup to Perturabo and drank it down in one gulp. The tyrant's children applauded one after another, and Callifon's smile was particularly eye-catching.
(End of this chapter)