Chapter 2259 Mortal
“Here is”
The moment he opened the door, Soshiyang’s eyes were deeply attracted to this room.
This is a room full of exotic style. The first thing you enter is the hall. Thick tapestries and carpets are dotted in every corner of the hall. The utensils and accessories with red as the main color add to the warm atmosphere, especially on the walls. The stove looked particularly exquisite. There was a crystal phoenix lying next to it, and there were some small utensils and other exquisite accessories hanging on the lamps.
There are no stools in the room, only a protruding platform, paired with two square tables and one after another cushions with rich colors and simple and elegant patterns. The warm red color, comfortable space, and exquisite and meticulous utensils set off the Create a romantic and poetic atmosphere.
At the same time, there are no doors around it, only carved door frames and white curtains.
Soshiyang walked in cautiously, as if he was worried about disturbing someone who was sleeping.
After a few seconds, he suddenly realized one thing, that is, everything here was actually so big that he didn’t even feel strange, including the hand-made sculptures of cast copper inlaid with red coral. Jars and typical ornaments.
When he looked up at the ceiling, he saw many black and white mosaic paintings. This kind of decoration was solemn yet unrestrained, restrained yet smooth, and the pure colorful handmade carpets were everywhere. The space forms a contrast between primary and secondary, fine and rough.
But it is definitely an outlier in the empire, and it is not even the mainstream aesthetic style of the empire now.
There is also a brown sofa in the room, with a reddish-brown solid wood cabinet displayed on both sides. The cabinet on the right has a communicator in the form of a beast. The coffee table in front retains a certain old-fashioned retro flavor. The white coffee table is covered by the sofa. Surrounding the middle, a stylish carpet with a monogram pattern is laid underneath it. Next to it is the balcony, but the window is closed. The balcony is separated from the living room with curtains. The curtains are light blue with one curtain and one yarn. Complex yet simple and comfortable, the sofa background wall adopts warm colors, bringing a touch of warmth.
Standing in the center of the living room, Soshyan looked behind the largest curtain, which should be the bedroom
He could vaguely see a huge bed that almost occupied the entire In half of the room, a large red silk satin bed is inlaid on a shag carpet with yellow detailed patterns. The headboard is decorated with war horses and lions, adding a wild atmosphere to the entire room.
Then Soshyan turned his eyes to the left, and through the curtain he saw a small teahouse located in it. There was not much decoration here, but it was more elegant. A large number of purple-red ornaments set off the yellow and white. The walls shone in the sunlight that diffused through the doors and windows, like gentle moonlight. There are also many wind chimes hanging in the tea room. While the curtains are blowing slightly, they make a crisp and melodious sound, creating a determined and quiet atmosphere.
Under the wind chime is a tea table placed on the carpet, surrounded by cushions of various colors, with simple tea cups and teapots placed on the table.
At this time, Soshyan was suddenly at a loss. If he guessed correctly, this should be Xerxes' room in the past, but why was there his room in the palace?
Although as the original body and the prince of the empire, it is natural for him to have a room in the palace, but all traces of him should be erased.
And what is the existence that brought him here doing?
He didn't know if he should rummage through the cabinets. It seemed rude. After all, this was other people's rooms, and it was the original's room
But there might also be something about the original. Certain information about Gray Marrow, or diary records, are often concentrated in one place——
Soshyan looked to the right. There was the study, a room full of poetry and philosophy, with a huge desk and bookcase, and perhaps the only chair in the room. There was also a huge potted plant under the window, which was even more impressive. What I care about is that the potted plants are still full of green, and even the small incense burner on the desk is still emitting green smoke.
After thinking again and again, Soshiyang walked over and gently opened the curtain. A more spacious space suddenly appeared in his sight. It seemed to be a collection of libraries, painting studios, music rooms, etc. In many art spaces, in addition to art equipment such as bookshelves, easels, and musical instrument stands, there are also many display racks filled with various rare artworks that Soshyan is unfamiliar with, including porcelain, pottery, jade, and metal vessels.
But what really caught his eye was not these, but a short figure standing in front of an easel covered by a gray curtain, wearing a simple and almost primitive linen robe, with bare arms and feet. It was a wheat color, and he didn't even have shoes on his feet. He looked like a boy of five or six years old.
“You are——”
As Soshiyang spoke, the other person turned around, and it turned out to be a boy with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and slightly curly black hair. .
"You are here, Soshyan Alexei."
The other party is so small that in this huge space with all the furnishings, it is like a child entering the land of giants during the phone call Same.
But the other person didn't look panicked at all, and there wasn't even a trace of childishness on his face. Facing this child, Soshiyang didn't feel any strength, any pressure, or any strangeness, as if this was an ordinary child, but his intuition and reason told him that the other child would never be "ordinary". Obviously, this was just to lure him. People who come here.
And in this palace, how many people have this ability?
How many people know this place?
Soshiyang took a deep breath, then took a step back, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head.
"I am lucky to see the holy face, the great lord of mankind."
Hold his head, but Soshiyang could feel the other person walking past him, and then the voice came from the side.
“Their Phoenix King bows and kneels to others, and those with pointed ears will jump in fear if they know it.”
Soshyan pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
“Get up, I’m not the person you said.”
Hearing this, Soshiyang stood up slowly, only to find that the other party had sat down on the huge table at some point. On the chair, with his hands on his knees, he looked like a doll against the backdrop of the huge furniture.
He thought for a while, and then said softly:
"Your words are very similar to what the deceiver said."
"Because it's the truth."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Me? I call people."
"People"
"If you feel uncomfortable with this, you can call me Mortal."
"Mortal."
Soshiyang thought about the relationship between Mortal and Bewitcher. He felt that he had vaguely touched on what happened to the Emperor, but he was not sure.
Then he decided to speak out directly.
"Mortal Emperor, what's wrong with him?"
Hearing this, a smile appeared on the other party's mature face.
"What can he do? Sitting on the Throne of Pain, using his own power to seal the entrance to the failed Webway to prevent Terra from becoming the second Eye of Terror. Don't you know that?"
(End of this chapter)