Chapter 1997 Goodbye The Beguiler
Just when Velez almost put his face next to Soshyan's ear, a soft hum came from the distance. Velez immediately turned his head and saw that it was his assistant. Sister Seid was standing outside the door.
"Then I won't bother you anymore."
Soshiyang also turned around at this time. He saw the nun. At a certain moment, he felt that there was an inexplicable feeling in that person. It looked familiar, but this feeling passed by in a flash, and he really had no impression at all.
After Velez left, Soshyan opened his palm, looked at the porcelain cup in his hand, and then looked at the statue of the emperor.
"Confused, if you can hear——"
The next moment, he was already in a dark little old church, sitting on a small wooden bench that seemed to be crushed by him at any time. In the distance, a figure in a simple white priest's robe was bending over to light a candle on the steps with a match. When Soshyan stood up in shock, the other person also straightened up, blew out the match, and turned to look at him.
A gentle male voice came from under the metal mask that was neither sad nor happy.
“We meet again, Soshyan Alexey.”
“The Bewilderr!”
Soshyan looked at the object in his hand in disbelief, then turned and looked at Thunderstone Church. He was indeed in the right place.
“Why did I come here suddenly?”
The Bewitcher chuckled.
"You are a guest, shouldn't you answer this yourself?"
"I can't understand it. Is it psychic power? Or some kind of teleportation——"
The confused man shook his head.
“No, neither.”
“That’s——”
“Just because you want to come here.”
Soshiyan blinked Blink.
"Am I able to come here as soon as I want?"
"Ha, there's no sign on the door saying no entry for idlers, right?"
"Confused, you still haven't answered me . ”
“Shouldn’t it be up to you to decide where to go and where to come from? You are your own master. If you want to come here, you will come. Isn’t this a matter of course? ?”
Soshiyang looked at the mysterious bewitcher, silent for a moment, and then whispered:
"Confused, I always feel that every word you say has another meaning."
"It may be that your ideas are too complicated. I never hide my opinions. Now that I'm here, then Let’s have another drink.”
Soshiyang nodded and followed the confused man to the back hall. When passing through the corridor, he noticed that a door was gently closing the last crack.
"Huozhe, is there anyone else in Lei Shi?"
Huozhe did not answer immediately, but took Soshiyang to the teahouse, with a pot of tea as always, Two exquisite porcelain cups.
"Yes."
It was only then that he answered Soshyan's question in the corridor. He held the cup and took a sip. Soshyan frowned slightly.
"It was much more painful than last time."
Then he looked at the confused person.
“Who is it?”
"A mother who regrets causing irreparable damage to her children for various reasons."
"Is this so?"
Soshiyang took another sip in silence, and the result was that the whole His face almost wrinkled, and he immediately put down the cup.
“It’s getting more and more bitter.”
The Beguiler also put down the cup and filled two more cups.
"You must have been working very hard during this time."
Soshiyang sighed, but did not pick up the cup, but looked at the bewitcher, as if he wanted to see through the mask.
But the other party still calmly drank tea through the mask in that unique way. I don’t know how long it took, but Soshiyang suddenly asked:
“Confused, are you the emperor?”
The confused man put the empty cup back on the table, then filled it up, tilting his head and looking back at Soshiyang.
"So, are you Soshyan Alexei?"
"Of course I-"
Soshyan hesitated for a moment, and then his voice Lowered.
“Of course.”
"That's right. If you think it is, then it is the same for you and for me. If you think you are Soshyan Alexei, you are. If you think I am the emperor, then I will Yes."
"Puzzler, I just hope you can tell me directly whether you are the emperor or not."
"Is this important to you?"
"Very important."
Soshiyang nodded very seriously.
The Bewitcher fell silent. He seemed to have sunk into the old leather sofa. His fingers wearing white gloves gently rubbed the filled tea cup, but not a drop of tea was exposed.
After a long time, he replied slowly:
"Unfortunately, I am not the emperor you thought."
A bitter smile appeared on Soshiyang's face.
"Confused, you are still unwilling to answer my question directly."
"I never hide my opinions. If you really can't understand, then it's okay to treat me as the emperor. I won't have any objections."
Soshiyang pursed his lips and suddenly felt I was a little thirsty, so I picked up the tea cup, but when I took a sip, it was not only bitter, but also unspeakably spicy, and a little bit sad.
“Why is it getting weirder and weirder?”
Putting down the cup, full of bitterness, Soshiyang said to the confused person:
“Emperor, I am getting more and more weird now. I’m getting more and more confused.”
"What?"
"There are too many empires, too many."
Then Soshiyang recounted what had happened since the expedition and all the obstacles. The ties and the miserable plight of the empire's civilians were all poured out, but the Bewitcher just listened silently and didn't say a word.
".Emperor, do you know what worries me most right now? It is that in the current Empire, a person no matter how upright he is can be persuaded to do the most terrible and evil things as long as his motives are right. And everyone is accustomed to this and doesn't take it seriously. After ten thousand years of war, how different are we now from the enemy we have fought against for ten thousand years?"
After Soshiyang finished speaking? Finally, the confused man drank the last sip of tea in the cup and put it on the coffee table.
"You are complaining about the Empire, or that 'I' have given you too much responsibility and pressure."
"No, I just"
"Hope is dead, this sentence is from the establishment of the Empire People kept saying that at that moment, do you believe it?"
"No, of course not, hope still exists, I still see many upright and brave people, they."
"So Say, instead of waiting for hope, let yourself be the hope. Some responsibilities may be too heavy for you, but you are not alone. I believe there must be people around you who are worthy of your trust and who can share the heavy responsibilities for you. , sometimes you just take the responsibility too much on yourself. This character has already led to a tragedy, don’t let it happen again.”
"Tragedy?"
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Who did it happen to?”
“A person who tried his best but failed to make things better.”
Soshiyang fell silent, The two of them sat facing each other in silence, with only the occasional slight crackling sound of the candles burning on the candlesticks.
"Emperor."
Fingers gently groped the smooth tea cup, Soshiyang's voice was as soft as a whisper.
"Why have you been watching all this happen? Can't you hear the countless prayers."
"Soshiyang, have you ever thought about it, if a People only need to pray to solve all the problems in front of them, so what will the world become?"
Soshiyang was suddenly speechless.
(End of this chapter)