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"Go away."
"Uh. I saw it and was a little worried..."
"Hell is down there. Stop insulting me. Stop shaking it in my face. You're shaking it in my face. Oh. Is it because I have some kind of persistence and don't want to attack everyone in front of me all the time that I'm not evil? Already? Am I still going to do bad things deliberately just to prove that I am a bad guy? That is quite, quite stupid."
"Uh. Of course not. You are the most evil. No. You are not that evil either. Uh. Even more wrong... You are not stupid anyway. This is right."
"That's not fair."
"...Okay. Uh, dear friend. I don't understand, what kind of state do you want to achieve in the end? If I can help you..."
"I do bad things when I want to do bad things. I hope - don't judge me for using this word - that when I don't do bad things, I won't be judged as 'good' and can save It's a pity that he is a devil. Don't take advantage of any gaps. There are no gaps here. In my opinion, you are the gap. Also, don't call me "honey" Friend', do I know you, this angel?"
"You can get to know me now. My name is Keqier. We just had a class together, remember? That's enough for me to call you 'friend.' You may be different from me, but in my opinion, We all have a bright future..."
"Don't shine in my face! Disappear! Or die!"
——The earlier part of "The Refined Edition of the Biography of Ezhaint Sinkardstu"
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Asimov was stunned for a while. Then he touched his nose and laughed.
"Ha. That's a lot." He closed the door, walked in with his little hands, and sat down on another recliner. "Silver plate." He raised his fingers and spoke calmly:
"Golden clips, for picking out the fish's eyes. Bells - when you go to find the conch, ring the bell to let them know, and of course it has to have a rope on it. Leather. Rake. Fawn. Blue fawn. Made of ice." Tracks, spaceships, sandboards, fish, and ministers with smooth bellies. They will give advice while gliding. Of course, they will only give advice when you need him to give it - "
At first, Asimov didn't have many ideas - purely because the persuasive inhuman Duke in front of him humbly asked him for advice. But the more he talked about it, the more he felt that he was definitely good at it. Especially when every time he said something, that thing would appear directly in front of him with a snap of his fingers (of course, some would surround him due to its size). He looked at the harmonious atmosphere where they blended into the environment, and he felt doubly that this was indeed what he wanted.
"Happy soul." Asimov twisted his fingers several times and finally said. Um. Not exactly last, he actually had a lot of ideas - ideas coming up faster than he could say them. At this moment, his mind was filled with all kinds of good ideas.
The reason he decided to call it a day was simply that he was running out of space around him and he didn't want them to appear where he couldn't see them.
certainly. Here you can add a magic wall, from which you can see everything about the entire palace. But this opinion is urgent. Asimov touched the deer's head and looked at the space between the two rakes placed against the wall with his peripheral vision.
Two souls, or three, can be put down there. When nothing happens, they can dance with the rake in their arms.
He waited patiently for the Duke to snap his fingers and conjure up those souls. Now they know each other's names - it's almost a relationship that could last forever or eat coconuts together and listen to music together. Ezhaint Sinkardstu. But he still prefers to call him "uncle who is not a human being".
The non-human uncle did not snap his fingers this time, but slowly sat down.
From this direction, his wounds were scarring, but still very visible. "I think that might be unnecessary." The inhuman uncle Duke smiled at him with bared teeth. Those non-human teeth looked very sharp.
"Why?" Asimov opened his eyes wide. "There should be happy souls in the palace. After all, this is the best place in the world!"
"I don't think so. There may not be happy souls. But there will be some angry souls." Icharint Sinkades paused and said quickly, "It's better than this. Let's add a little angry version. Well. They are all souls anyway. Souls are almost the same as souls. There is a certain difference when trading, but not big."
"That's different!" Asimov shouted.
This time the other party failed to convince him. Uncle Duke, who is not a human being, is quite kind. He should never yell at such a kind guy. By the time he realizes it, it's too late - what if he becomes unfriendly? After all, his teeth exude a cold light...
"You have to be happy!" he heard himself continue to shout. His grandma's. He may have to learn to shut up when he gets older.
But nothing happened.
Kindly, the inhuman uncle Duke still remained kind. As if he were invincible - except for the fact that the healing wounds suggested this was just a metaphor - he still looked very calm. "Do you really think so?"
"Of course!" Asimov said. He immediately felt guilty and scratched his head - this was the aftereffect of yelling just now. "Of course. This is your territory, the emperor's territory. Not mine. No matter what, ha..."
No matter what. It reminded him—he reminded himself. Asimov remembered something important and stood up. "It's time for me to go. I'll help you build next time, uncle. I had a great time today." He chuckled. "But it's time for me to go. I still have my own family to look for. Besides, I'm going to be hungry again in a while."
He held out his hand for a fist bump. But the non-human Duke did not raise his arms, but shook his head.
"This is your place," he said. The fire in the eyes is quiet. "Yes. This palace will be yours. You will never feel hungry again, or the food will not suit your taste."
Asimov opened his mouth.
He looked left, then right. Standard, explosive, splendid palace. It was filled with everything he thought a royal palace should have. Everything comes from his idea and is realized almost perfectly by the Duke who is not a human being. The bell was placed in his hand. Silver plates and gold clips shone, and blue fawns rubbed against his legs.
He was completely stunned. Forgot to touch its head.
The minister with a smooth belly slid over the ice track. "Unparalleled opportunity!" he suggested forcefully.
"Aha," Asimov said. Then froze again—this time from tongue-tie. He looked at each other. Uncle Willy Shaw said that adults like to joke when they make promises to children.
But the other person was not a human being, and it didn't look like he was joking.
"Really?" Asimov stammered.
"Indeed," said Ichaint Xinkardes.
"Of course that's good—" Asimov said. Please. Of course it's better than that. Simply great. His heart nearly jumped out of his mouth. Uncle Willy Xiao said that coconuts do not fall from the sky, of course they do, otherwise where would they come from?
"But I have a condition." Burning eyes looked at him.
"What conditions?" Asimov asked. He was starting to get a little nervous. The palace! ! ! This palace might be his! ! ! ! Here he will create his own arcane story! ! !
"You must read this book," said the inhuman Duke. He handed over the book he had been reading.
Asimov looked at the cover of the book. He couldn't remember what words he had learned, but he could understand the symbols. Some of the words in it were familiar, and some he had just heard today.
The name of that book is:
"Walking with Willy Shaw - A Refined Edition of the Biography of Ezhaint Sinkardstu".
