Chapter 58 The big time

He opened his mouth and breathed softly - it didn't matter how serious it was, breathing meant something. The changes in the room were not as drastic as before, and there were more faint candles. Candlelight does nothing for illumination. However, the celestial light leaking from the window gradually brightened, filling the gap.

The edge of the light struck Asimov, sparking a small wisp of smoke. The owner of the mouth groaned and slid into the darkness of the recliner, with his exposed eyes still staring at the pages of the book.

"It's too glaring." Asimov put a hand on his eyebrows and muttered. "Who's going to close the window?"

The ghost fragments emerged from the gaps in the inner corners of the furniture, dangling together. Yi Cha seemed to be awakened. He lazily raised a hand and took away the excess air between them, letting them "squeak" together. The lumpy ghost quickly grew limbs—to be more precise, it was actually about ten limbs—and disappeared into the cracks of the bright red curtains.

The demon rolled over, facing away from them. The curtains moved on their own, blocking out the starlight. Asimov closed the last page of the book and set it aside. He didn't speak in a hurry, he picked his elbow and threw a piece of burnt skin into a bowl of blood plum jam. Then he picked up the jam and almost put it on his face.

The head holding the bowl made a purring sound.

The jam was quickly wiped out. Asimov threw down the empty bowl and glanced at the closed curtains. The curtains were shocked and blurred - the ghost inside wanted to respond to the master's call, but did not dare to take action because the call was not clear enough.

There are other sweet flavors in the air. Asimov wrinkled his nose and found the source of the smell. He lowered his head and raised his elbow to his mouth.

He quickly put down his hand, licked his upper lips again, and let out a crisp laugh.

The devil seemed to have finally been awakened and sat up slowly.

"When is it?" he asked casually.

Echa soon found out for himself. It's seven o'clock in the morning on the seventh day. Seven o'clock won't always be there. But there's always the next seven.

This is a big time.

If only one metz were here. He would express the imprecision of this definition, saying that seven hours ago was the big time. The beginning of the seventh day is the big time. The new world will be finally settled. One of the most important arrangements is that contract.

There are other important arrangements.

"Are you asleep, uncle?" Asimov reappeared in the chair nearest to him. The candlelight only illuminated his own wax and his eyes.

"That's right." Yi Cha said calmly. Start catching the missing information in the air. Dark vision allowed him to see the bleeding wound on the boy's elbow. He thought about it. "Were you photographed?"

"A little. I won't have to suffer like this forever, will I, uncle?"

"In the future? You won't need it right away. The power you will gain is much greater than you imagined. For example, change to new clothes that protect against sunlight. Or a new suit of skin."

"I thought vampires couldn't...oh."

Asimov touched his lips and chuckled.

"I know what to do," he said.

"I'm surprised. You kept the name here, and the identity before. You obviously don't need to bear this risk. You no longer want to be a vampire. Maybe you haven't realized how outdated this image is." Yi Chazhao Wave your hand and let it fly into your hand. "Have you finished reading?"

"Finished." Asimov blinked. “It doesn’t have all the answers in it.”

"I regret."

"Last question, why did you stop me from going to them?"

Uh-oh. Arose, the questioning of evil. Yicha quickly responded:

"Because you can only write your story. And what you have is enough. A nice view. Everything you need, a palace that is completely yours. The name of a king. Many puppets at your service - they can even act as friends and family, so there is no need to worry about social needs.

Above all else, Lasnuolo Benches Long takes his own safety seriously. So I hope you get it. "

"It's okay to be concerned about safety."

"And the new world will be temporarily full of insecurity." Yi Cha smiled. "My advice is that you don't move around. It's best to wait until your compatriots arrive. I'm talking about guys with similar skin colors to yours who have a phobia of light.

Stay here and receive them with peace of mind. Wait until you both feel safe before making other plans. "

"Is this part of the deal with Grandpa Nerikin? The fulfillment of eternal longing...?"

"Eternal desire is a bit too grand. Anyway, I hope you can make them feel like home. More mocking, more sarcasm, more questioning, more hurting each other. You know what to do - like, never call Neri King It starts with 'Grandpa.'" Yi Cha flipped through the book. "You've seen enough experience."

Asimov paused. But it didn't seem to be affected too much. "You'll be leaving here soon, uncle?"

"You'll get me out of here soon. You're going to be the Emperor here after all."

"I don't understand. How could you pass on the position of Emperor to me? Where's the Stabler?"

"Destroyed."

"By whom? It's not in the book. So it happened in the past few days. Right?"

"Danger from the outside. Like I just told you. The danger is always there. It won't be happy if it doesn't destroy something."

"Ah ha. Really. You just said that. Thank you, uncle." Asimov smiled. "Thank you for always telling me the truth. So does this book..."

"Experience. Reference. A young emperor needs to know this." Yi Cha shrugged.

"Aha."

Asimov chuckled. "Do you have anything else to say to me, uncle?"

"Don't run around. There's danger out there. Don't hurt the palm trees."

"OK."

Asimov nodded solemnly.

"bad."

Yi Cha nodded perfunctorily.

He touched the air for another three seconds. This was really not the type of work he was familiar with. The difference between evil and evil was greater than he thought.

He touched the contract. Make it happen.

All the candles flickered. The ghost emerged from the curtain and surrounded the boy respectfully. More ghosts were squeezed out from the shaking candle shadow. Asimov put on a new appearance, wrapped in a small black cloak and wearing a diamond crown on his head.

The new emperor of the regiment reached out his hand to the devil.

Yi Cha raised his finger casually. But the boy's hand dodged it. Pressed on the book he held in his arm.

"puff."

The candlelight was all extinguished in an instant - more like withered. Along with it, the leather text carrier pressed under the young emperor's hands withered. It was drained, coked, and turned into fly ash in an instant.

Uh-oh. Icha let go of his arms. Regretfully watching the pieces flying everywhere.

"Senseless destruction. Entering the role of a king so quickly? It seems you really don't need this experience."

Asimov just chuckled. He hovered by the window.

The curtains were drawn. The dim light of six stars enveloped the young emperor. The cloak and crown prevented them from reaching him.

"But I really learned one thing. Uncle Duke. You taught me." Asimov said in a daze.