Just as Villets almost pressed his face to Soshyan's ear, a soft hum came from a distance. Villets turned his head and saw that it was his assistant, Sister Seed, was standing outside the door.
"Then I won't continue to disturb you."
Soshiyang also turned around at this time and saw the nun. At some point, he felt that the man had an inexplicable familiarity, but this feeling flashed by, and he really had no impression.
After Villets left, Soshyan opened his palms, looked at the porcelain cup in his hand, and then looked at the statue of the emperor.
"Doubt, if you can hear-"
The next moment, he was already in a dim little old church, sitting on a small wooden stool that seemed to be crushed by him at any time. Not far away, a quaint white priest robe was bent down and lit the candles on the steps with a match. When Soshiyang stood up in shock, the other party straightened up, blew the match, and turned to look at him.
Under the metal mask without sorrow or joy, a gentle male voice came.
"Meet again, Soshiyan Alexey."
"Discovered!"
Soshiyang looked at the object in disbelief, then turned around and looked at the Thunderstone Church. He was indeed not at the wrong place.
"How come I suddenly came here?"
The confusing person chuckled.
"You are a guest, shouldn't you answer this yourself?"
"I...I can't understand, is it psionic? Or some kind of teleportation-"
The confused person shook his head.
"No, none of them."
"That's-"
"Just because you want to come here."
Soshiyang blinked.
"Do I want to come here immediately?"
"Ha, there is no sign on the door that people are not allowed to enter, right?"
"Doesn't you answered me."
"Where 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 confused man, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered:
"Doess, I always feel that every word you say is different."
"It may be that your thoughts are too complicated. I never hide my own opinions. Since I have come, I'll have another drink."
Soshiyang nodded and followed the confusing person to the back hall. When passing the corridor, he noticed that a door was gently closing the last crack in the door.
"The confusing, Thunderstone...is there anyone else?"
The confusing person did not answer immediately, but took Soshiyang to the tea hall, and as usual, a pot of tea and two exquisite porcelain cups.
"yes."
It was not until this time that he answered the question raised by Soshiyang in the corridor, holding the cup and taking a sip, Soshiyang frowned slightly.
"It's much harder than last time."
Then he looked at the confused one.
"Who is it?"
"A mother who regrets her child for all kinds of reasons and has been regretting her until now."
"Is this what..."
Soshiyang took another sip in silence, but his whole face almost wrinkled, and he immediately put down his cup.
"It's getting harder and harder..."
The confused person also put down the cup and filled the two more cups.
"You have worked very hard during this period."
Soshiyang sighed softly, but instead of picking up the cup, he looked at the confusing person, as if he wanted to see through the mask.
The other party was still calmly drinking tea through the mask in that unique way.
I don't know how long it took, but Suoshiyang suddenly asked:
"Doesn't you...are you the Emperor?"
The confusing person put the empty cup back on the table, then filled it up, tilted his head and looked back at Soshiyang.
"So, are you Soshyan Alexey?"
"Of course I-"
Soshiyan hesitated for a moment, then his voice lowered.
"Of course."
"That's right. You think yes, that's it, that's it, to you and me, you think you're Soshyan Alexey, you're, you think I'm the Emperor, then I'm the."
"Misfortune, I just hope you can tell me directly whether you are the emperor."
“Is this important to you?”
“It’s very important.”
Soshyan nodded very seriously.
The confusing man fell silent. He seemed to have fallen into the old skinned sofa. His fingers wearing white gloves gently rubbed the filled teacup, but no drop of tea was revealed.
After a long time, he replied slowly:
"It's a pity that I'm not the emperor you think of."
A bitter smile appeared on Soshiyang's face.
"You are still unwilling to answer my questions in a positive way."
"I never hide my point of view. If you really can't understand it, then it's okay to treat me as the emperor, and I won't have any comments."
Soshiyang pursed his lips and suddenly felt a little thirsty. Then he picked up the teacup, but it was not only full of bitterness, but also an indescribable spicy and a little bitter.
"Why is it getting weirder..."
Putting down the cup and carrying bitterness, Soshiyang said to the confused person:
"Emperor...Emperor, I'm increasingly confused now."
“What?”
"The empire, there are... too many, too many."
Then Soshiyang poured out all the things he encountered since the expedition, all kinds of obstacles, ties, and the tragic situation of the imperial civilians, while the confusing person only listened silently without saying a word.
"...Emperor, do you know what I am most worried about now? It is the empire today. As long as the motive is correct, a person with no integrity can be persuaded to do the most terrible and evil things, and everyone is accustomed to it and disregard it. How much difference is there in the present time after ten thousand years of war and the enemy who is now against it for ten thousand years?"
After Soshiyan finished speaking, the confusing person drank the last sip of tea in the cup and put it on the tea table.
“You are complaining about the empire, or saying ‘I’ have given you too much responsibility and pressure.”
"No, I just..."
"Hope is dead, this sentence has been said constantly from the moment the empire was established. Do you believe it?"
"No, of course no, hope still exists. I still see many upright and brave people, they..."
"So, instead of waiting for hope, it is better to make yourself hope. Some responsibilities may be too heavy for you, but you are not alone. I believe that there must be people around you who are worthy of your trust and who can share the heavy responsibility for you. Sometimes you just take responsibility too much on yourself. This personality has led to a tragedy. Don't let it happen again."
"tragedy?"
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Who happened?"
"A person who once tried his best but didn't make things better."
Soshiyang fell silent, and the two sat quietly opposite each other, with only the slight crackling occasionally when the candles burned on the candlestick.
"Emperor..."
Her fingers gently groped in the smooth teacup, and Soshiyang's voice seemed to whisper.
"Why are you watching this happening all the time... Can't you hear that endless prayer?"
"Soshiyan, have you ever thought that if a person only needs to pray to solve all the problems in front of him, then what would the world become?"
Chapter completed!