He opened his eyes, and there was only the gentle darkness in the meditation room within his sight.
However, this comfort lasted for only a moment, and a stranger broke in and accompanied him back to the sober world.
She pronounced his name, and the unique female voice broke the dark silence, and her breath washed the air full of disinfectant smell as it moved.
The warrior reached out to grab her throat, and strangled the woman's neck with his huge fist, and raised her high as he stood up.
The next moment, her shaking boots kicked him weakly and weakly, and her mouth could not get a mouthful of air to moisten her voice.
"Owner......"
Suddenly, he realized that the voice was not a "stranger".
Talos let her go, and she immediately fell from a meter high, and her two soft legs fell on the deck, hitting the ground with her hands and knees.
“Yes…Otavia.”
Talos didn't expect that after so many years, the navigator of the Blood Oath would appear in front of him again.
She kept coughing, spitting and gasping.
"And...Septims."
Talos looked up and saw his former servant and pilot standing at the open door, holding a pistol with a trembling hand.
"Although we have a bit of an old relationship, I still have to remind you."
Talos said with a smile:
"According to imperial laws, aiming weapons at Astart is a death sentence."
"Master, I thought you were out of control again-"
Septims opened his blind eyes wide, his fear at a glance, but he could not hide his firm purpose.
“…I can’t let you kill my wife.”
"Ah, she is your wife now, and I almost forgot."
Talos slowly bent down and stretched out a hand to help Otavia stand up.
She caught Talos's hand, but hesitated for a moment.
"It can be seen how kind the empire is to its people. You have never treated this way on the Blood Oath."
Otavia touched her throat, and it was still thrilling.
"It's OK, Septims, it's OK, no need to worry."
Septims lowered the gun and retracted it into the hidden gun magazine on his back, while the former Navigator pulled away the loose hair on his face.
"Talos, what did I do to be such a welcome?"
"You did nothing."
Talos returned to the cold metal plate he used as a resting lounge chair.
"Forgive me, I'm troubled by something I dreamed of."
"I knocked on the door."
"I believe in you, so I'm sorry to you."
Talos pressed his palm against his eyes, trying to erase the aftermath of the hallucination, but the pain still existed in him, and it was even worse than in the past few years - the pulse pounded along one side of the head, causing the pain to spread out from the temple like a spider web.
The battle injuries caused by Pai Shangxing quickly aggravated the pain, and now the pain he felt in his dream should be the same.
After more than ten seconds, he slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Otavia looked not very different in appearance, but her figure was much plump than before, and her face was very healthy. She was wearing a decent women's dress, a black scarf on her forehead blocking her navigator's eyes, and a sun hat scattered on the ground. Obviously, her life was pretty good.
Septims looked relatively old, had a little belly and a faint smell of motor oil. Talos probably guessed the other party's profession.
The three of them shared the silence, and Talos eventually broke the silence.
"Why are you here?"
“Valier….”
Otavia said hesitantly:
“…Say you’re feeling a little uncomfortable.”
"You still have contact with him?"
"Well...he's going to tell us about Talos Jr."
"Little Talos--"
Talos smiled distressedly.
"Did you give him this name?"
Otavia nodded silently.
"Since you have obtained precious freedom, you should completely abandon the past and abandon everything on the Blood Oath, including... Why do I let the past bind your current life?"
Talos lay on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms, making it impossible for the two of them to see his expression clearly.
"Are you dissatisfied with your current life?"
"Of course not, we are very satisfied with our current life. Septims opened a mechanical repair shop in the middle nest and hired more than thirty workers, which made us live quite decently, but... this is not the reason we abandon the past, because that is part of our lives, Charles, Serion, Makushen... They will always live in our memories and our dreams, no matter what kind of fear and blood they bring, these cannot be abandoned."
"It seems that your life is really carefree. The Empire takes good care of you and can make you feel in the mood to think about it."
Talos lowered his arm, and the two met with their eyes - Otavia's hazel eyes had already collided with the gloomy black eyes of all the sons of Northram.
The two of them stared for a long time, and if Otavia had to stare at any midnight lord's enhanced demigod look, she would get goosebumps all over her body.
Talos's face was more like a weapon than a man, and the skull under his delicate facial features became stronger. They were as strong as bricks made of bones, as strong as steel, with scars left by the surgery, almost covered by his pale flesh and extended down from his temples on both sides.
Putting aside these things, Talos undoubtedly had a handsome manly appearance, but once he grew up on this tall warrior, it seemed to be a kind of blasphemy.
She remembered it very clearly that the former masters had endless hatred for everything, and even each other was no exception.
But now he has indeed changed.
He smiled and looked at her. Fortunately, the action was still human, and it was a twisted smile: it once belonged to a boy who had a much more in his head than he said on his mouth.
At that moment, his image seemed to transcend the midnight son who was covered with scars on the Blood Oath of the Past.
"I think your visit has a purpose."
Talos spoke, relatively speaking, this is not a problem.
"I have no intention of offending. Although I want to say some polite words first, my ability to chat... After we completely abandon our ordinary nature, we completely leave me, one step ahead of anything."
Otavia snorted.
"Is it also a purpose to just care about acquaintances? What kind of nightmare did you... have you had?"
Talos smiled at her, the kind of smile that often hiding inside his helmet.
"You won't want to know."
"Is it a prophecy?"
"I cannot make a conclusion. The difference between prophecy and nightmare is not always easy to detect. It is a memory that becomes distorted and dirty as the end is approaching. It is neither a vision of prophecy nor a real dream."
"Like...you Primros?"
Chapter completed!