The boy's answer obviously surprised Soshiyan. He hesitated for a long time and finally spit out a few words.
"But you..."
The mortal suddenly tilted his head and interrupted Soshiyang's words.
"What do you think the emperor should be? Or, what kind of person should he be?"
"It should...it should...it should be perfect, with incredible dominance, enlightenment, wisdom..."
As he spoke, Suoshiyang's mind was a little confused. He suddenly realized that he really couldn't imagine what kind of person would become the emperor, or what kind of personality the emperor had.
Or should He not have a personality?
At this moment, he suddenly remembered, as if the confused man had asked him a similar question.
The boy pressed his hands against the chair, leaned forward slightly, and said slowly:
"All humans are shouting for the Emperor, but they don't even know who the Emperor is. Does this sound a little ridiculous?"
"Humanity... finally needs a sustenance."
"He once despised this view, but in the end he became the biggest empirical evidence of this view, interesting and interesting...Soshyan, what do you think constitutes a person's self?"
After a while, Soshiyang replied softly:
"From the birth, only one can clearly feel the perception, experience and recount, evaluation and judgment of memory, connections with others, and connections with the environment."
"It seems that you have a lot of experience, so can you imagine that what you call the Emperor is an existence that you cannot fully recognize even yourself."
"this..."
"When a person lives too long, learns too much knowledge, knows too many people, and has seen too many scenery... The old memories are blurred and new memories are stacked layer by layer, and the self seems to be a tower that is constantly superimposed. Imagine a story written by dozens of authors at the same time, so what will the people in the story look like?"
Soshiyang was speechless.
"Inconsistent, disagreeable words and deeds, chaotic behavior, and confusing? Sometimes like a tyrant, sometimes like a great man, sometimes like a sorcerer, sometimes like a sage. When a person has faced thousands of faces, has he lost himself long ago?"
Soshiyang savored what the ordinary people said, but he still felt a lot of confusion in his heart.
"So... mortals, are you part of the split personality from the Emperor?"
As a result, the other party shook his head.
"We have never been divided, we are always one, but each has its own opportunity to be born, which is why the confusing person is in the Thunder Stone, and I... are here."
Soshiyang lowered his head and thought about this sentence. After a while, he looked at the towering bookshelf.
"Myster, you arranged this expedition."
"Yes, not, I just want you to come here, but it's not up to me to control how to come."
Suddenly, a person flashed through Soshiyang's mind and he looked at the boy.
"Li, is it Li, right?"
"It seems you've seen him."
Li said before that he represented Erda, but now it seems that he should represent the mortal, which means that Li is indeed lying.
But when I think about it, it seems that it doesn't make sense, because if it is really according to the plan of the ordinary person, then it is almost inevitable to see the ordinary person yourself. What is the meaning of Li lying?
Thinking of this, the most likely thing is that Erda should be in the same camp as the ordinary person, and she appears in the Thunder Stone, which can probably prove one thing from the side - the one who confuses and the ordinary person is indeed the same person.
"Then ordinary person, what are you asking me to do?"
The boy almost lay on his back, staring at Soshiyang with an expressionless face, then shook his head.
"It seems you have decided that we have used you as a tool?"
Soshiyan didn't speak, but just looked away.
"The singer is right. The more you know, the more resentment you will be in. It is possible to repeat the tragedy of Motarian in the past... Maybe it would be a better choice to make you ignorant at the beginning? In fact, it is not too late."
The boy's last words made Soshiyan clench his fist instinctively, but he quickly let go again.
"But what's the point of doing this?"
The ordinary people don’t know whether they are asking Soshiyan or asking themselves this sentence.
"We have always emphasized that we cannot make the same mistakes, but we are always making the same mistakes, time and time again... like Sisyphus who tried to push the rock to the top of the mountain, but I know Li's intentions now."
As he said that, the boy stood up and looked at Soshiyang very seriously.
"Soshyan, if one day, you must sacrifice your opportunity that is very important to mankind, would you agree?"
Even though he had already prepared himself, he still felt very painful and depressed when this sentence was spoken from the existence that Soshiyan had to be loyal to since the day he became Astart.
Xerxes, Xerxes, Xerxes!
Everyone is waiting for Xerxes!
Because he is the primordial body, the emperor's parent-child, and the most sacred bloodline!
No matter what Soshiyang did, no matter how many enemies he defeated, no matter how many people he saved, no matter what achievements he made, it is not worth mentioning!
His existence exists for another person—
At this moment, he felt a force tearing his soul, making him refuse, making him turn around and leave, and letting all the Primrose and Empire go to the devil!
Looking at Soshiyang, who was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, the boy showed a playful expression on his face.
But suddenly, Soshiyang closed his eyes and sighed, and his tense body relaxed.
"I... agree, but I just hope to give me more time... to arrange something."
"Why?"
Soshiyang turned his head to meet the other person's gaze.
"Maybe I've died on the World Engine, but I promised the commander of Amulad... The blood of the brothers cannot be emptied. No matter how you think of me, my brothers and relatives are people around me, people I have experienced, not some... Legend has it that you will take this body and take it away, but I hope that Soshiyan's name can be engraved on the World Engine Monument, at least let my soul be with my brothers. Soshiyan is Soshiyan, not Xerxes, and will never be!"
As he said that, he patted his chest with his palm, and the golden color made a crisp collision sound.
The boy looked straight at Soshiyang and suddenly chuckled.
"Have you ever thought that maybe this is an easier road for you? Soshiyan has to carry far more things than Xerxes, and the road is much harder to walk. If you really give you a choice, are you really determined to bear everything the name Soshiyan has to bear? Maybe you may regret it in the end..."
"I understand, but I will do my best, not just for me."
At this point, there is nothing to hide.
The boy supported his face with his hands and nodded.
"I know now why he chose you, the descendant of your Alexei family."
Chapter completed!