After saying it on his own, Chagatai Khan frowned again.
"What can he do to bother me?"
"You'll know if you go and see it yourself."
"Yes, you can tell what tricks the other party is playing by looking at it yourself. What about Sigaole? I'm afraid I'm not here, so what will happen if it will be."
"fine."
The confusing person rolled up the paper on his hand and handed it to the Khan of Chagatai.
"There are places where the harlequins can find them, and they will hand them over to Sigaole."
Chagatai Khan held the rolled paper and said:
"Okay, by the way, I...I want to meet my mother, I want to ask her about something."
The confused person shook his head.
"She probably won't see you now..."
"Why?"
"You know, she has always been afraid to meet you, and it is because of your personality... that she has seen you twice, but she just had a very unhappy relationship with Soshiyang, so it would be very difficult."
“Unpleasant?”
Chagatai frowned, making him look like a sad herder who lost the flock of sheep.
"what happens?"
The confusing person shrugged.
"Don't you know her character and temper? She probably lets the other party accept Xerxes' identity in front of Soshyan, and may also make the other party realize everything she has, including the fact that Xerxes will inherit from her wife and children."
Chagatai stuttered and covered his forehead.
"How can she say this? How can she say this? No man with a little bit of self-esteem will accept it! Anger is a matter of course, who can tolerate it?"
"There's no way, you know, she...loves her children so much, that's what she can't control."
"Doesn't you know she'll say this right? But why..."
Halfway through his words, his expression seemed very helpless. He took two steps back and forth, then clapped his hands and said with some annoyance:
"You will push things to the extreme. I don't think that this is the case yet. Maybe there is a best of both worlds to solve it... No, I have to talk to Soshiyan another day."
The confused man said nothing about this and asked instead:
"What did you ask Erda?"
Khan hesitated for a moment and replied:
"Ask Lee again."
"Then there is no need to ask, she won't say it. She may regret it if she told Soshiyan this time...you go and do your business."
Chagatai Khan walked towards the exit helplessly, but stopped when he opened the door, turned around and looked at the confused person seriously, and asked:
"What should I do when I came for the sixteenth time? Where is my father? Can I see him again?"
When the confused man heard this, he replied lightly.
"He will make arrangements."
When the Chagatai left, the confusing man turned around and looked at a wall. There were many paintings on the wall, each of which was completely different in style, and seemed to come from a different civilization, one of which was blocked by a canvas.
After a long time of silence, he walked over, reached out and pulled off the canvas, revealing the blocked painting.
The composition of this painting is extremely simple, showing a man sitting in a chair, lying on a simple wooden table with his upper body on his side, his face buried in his arms, seemingly exhausted and lost consciousness, and countless illusions bursting in his nightmare, causing him to be surrounded by poisonous snakes, hounds, crows and flies, and many strange-shaped faces.
He looked up at the painting, but his thoughts drifted into a very distant corner-
"Father!"
The man in old, old and scarred power armor knelt on the cold floor and kowtowed to the throne that towered above him.
"I...I am willing to bear this responsibility and sacrifice for the Xerxes brothers!"
In the magnificent hall, it was deep and quiet at this time, as if all the lights had been extinguished. In front of the huge pillars, you could vaguely see the motionless outline of the imperial guards and the cold light of the war halberds in their hands, but the shadows obscured their magnificent armor. It seemed that the entire palace that could accommodate the whole world was the only shining eyes of the emperor who was on the throne.
After a moment, the eyes narrowed slightly, but did not give a glance at the crawling body far below.
"You came to me with her token...just for such boring things, if it weren't for her sake, your head would have fallen to the ground at this moment."
After saying that, the emperor snorted and stood up.
"Father, I can do it! I must do it! I am willing to sacrifice for the Xerxes brothers! He is my mother's favorite child. If something happens to him, my mother will be very sad! That's why I came to you without telling my mother! I can definitely control the things attached to the Xerxes brothers! Please let me try it! Father! Father!"
The emperor turned a deaf ear to this, turned around and said aloud:
"Take him back into the sewer and don't let him in again later! My time is precious!"
Then he took a step forward, and a very easily overlooked figure beside the throne, also holding a huge scepter and following his king, turning around and throwing a helpless glance downward.
"Father! Father!"
Hearing the footsteps of the imperial guards approaching, the kneeling man stretched out his hand to the throne in despair.
"I can't even sacrifice my life for the Xerxes brothers! Am I not your son? Why!"
The emperor stopped and turned his head slightly. He finally looked at the other party, and the man also met the gaze.
The next moment, he was frozen in place like falling into an ice cellar.
"Do I still need a reason for this?"
After saying that, he left his sight, and the person kneeling on the ground lowered his head weakly, allowing the imperial guards to grab his arms and drag him up.
"Um!"
As he slid all the way through the rusty pipe and fell heavily into the mud after constant collisions, the filthy and smelly sewage also sprinkled on his face, and the rodents around him were frightened and screamed and fled back to the cave.
After lying in the sewage for a long time, he slowly supported his arm.
Soon, there was only a low whimper in the sewer outside the palace.
"Father...what is that look...father...father...I don't even have the qualification to sacrifice...I don't have any value...in your eyes, it's...who can't even show the only life...waste..."
The man curled up, covered his face with his hands and started crying, and then laughed loudly, and his voice was as terrifying as a ghost.
"I understand...I understand...that's what attracts you...there is only strength! Only strength!"
Sitting up from the carpet, he let go of his hand covering his face and looked at the face in the mirror. It was a face with no characteristics, only because of its withering and haggardness.
Someone once told him that his face was almost the same as the most common image of his father when he walked around the world. He was delighted for a long time until someone told him one day that the face was just... a disguise, which only represented countless false identities.
Staring at himself in the mirror, his dark eyes blinked, and he realized that he was dreaming again.
Chapter completed!