"here it is"
The moment he opened the door, Soshyan's eyes were deeply attracted by this room.
This is a room full of exotic style. The first thing you enter is the hall. Thick tapestries and carpets are dotted in every corner of the hall. The utensils and accessories with red as the main color add to the warm atmosphere. The stove next to the wall is particularly exquisite. There is also a crystal phoenix lying next to it, and there are some small utensils and other exquisite accessories hanging on the lamps.
There are no stools in the room, only a protruding platform, paired with two square tables and one cushion after another with rich colors and simple and elegant patterns. The warm red color, comfortable space, and exquisite and meticulous utensils create a romantic and poetic atmosphere.
At the same time, there are no doors around it, only carved door frames and white curtains.
Soshyan walked in cautiously, as if he was worried about disturbing someone who was sleeping.
After a few seconds, he suddenly realized one thing, that everything here was actually so big that he didn't even feel strange, including the cast-copper hand-carved jars inlaid with red coral and typical ornaments. .
When he looked up at the ceiling, he saw many black and white mosaic paintings. This kind of decoration was dignified yet unrestrained, restrained yet smooth. Together with the pure colorful handmade carpets, it formed the main and secondary lines in the entire space. The contrast between fine and rough.
But it is definitely an outlier in the empire, and it is not even the mainstream aesthetic style of the empire now.
There is also a brown sofa in the room, and a red-brown solid wood cabinet is displayed on both sides. The cabinet on the right has a communicator in the form of a beast. The coffee table in front retains a certain old-fashioned retro flavor, and the white coffee table is covered by the sofa. Surrounding the middle, a stylish carpet with a monogram pattern is laid underneath it. Next to it is the balcony, but the window is closed. The balcony is separated from the living room with curtains. The curtains are light blue with one curtain and one yarn. Complex yet simple and comfortable, the sofa background wall adopts warm colors, bringing a touch of warmth.
Standing in the center of the living room, Soshyan looked behind the largest curtain, which should be the bedroom.
He could vaguely see a huge bed platform that occupied almost half of the entire room. The large red silk satin bed was inlaid on a shag carpet with yellow detailed patterns. The bedside was decorated with war horses and lions, which provided a perfect backdrop for the entire room. The room adds a wild feel.
Then Soshyan turned his eyes to the left, and through the curtain he saw a small tea room located in it. There was not much decoration here, but it was more elegant. A large number of purple-red ornaments set off the yellow and white walls, diffusing in the doors and windows. The sunlight that came in shimmered like gentle moonlight. There are also many wind chimes hanging in the tea room. While the curtains are blowing slightly, they make a crisp and melodious sound, creating a determined and quiet atmosphere.
Under the wind chime is a tea table placed on the carpet, surrounded by cushions of various colors, with simple tea cups and teapots placed on the table.
At this time, Soshyan was suddenly at a loss. If he guessed correctly, this should be Xerxes' room in the past, but why was there his room in the palace?
Although as the primarch, the prince of the empire, it was natural for him to have a room in the palace, all traces of him should have been erased.
And what is the existence that led him here to do?
He didn't know if he should rummage through the cabinets. It seemed rude. After all, this was someone else's room, and it was the Primarch's room.
But there may also be some information about the original body and gray marrow, or diary records, and they are often concentrated in one place——
Soshyan looked to the right. There was the study, a room full of poetry and philosophy, with a huge desk and bookcase, and perhaps the only chair in the room. There was also a huge potted plant under the window, which was even more impressive. What I care about is that the potted plants are still full of green, and even the small incense burner on the desk is still emitting green smoke.
After thinking again and again, Soshiyang walked over and gently opened the curtain. A more spacious space suddenly appeared in his sight. It seemed to be a collection of many art spaces such as a library, a painting studio, and a music room. In addition to bookshelves, In addition to art equipment such as easels and musical instrument stands, there are also many display racks filled with all kinds of rare artworks that Soshyan is unfamiliar with, including porcelain, pottery, jade and metal vessels.
But what really caught his eye was not these, but a short figure standing in front of an easel covered by a gray curtain. He was wearing a simple and almost primitive linen robe. His bare arms and feet were a wheat color. There were no shoes on his feet, and he looked like a boy of five or six years old.
"Who are you--"
At the same time that Soshiyang spoke, the other person turned around and turned out to be a boy with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and slightly curly black hair.
"Here you are, Soshyan Alexei."
The other party is so small that in this huge space with all the furnishings, he is like a child entering the land of giants during a phone call.
But the other person didn't look panicked at all, and there wasn't even a hint of childishness on his face.
Facing this child, Soshiyang didn't feel any strength, any pressure, or any strangeness, as if this was an ordinary child, but his intuition and reason told him that the other person would never be "ordinary". Obviously, this was just to lure him. People who come here.
And in this palace, how many people have this kind of ability?
How many people know this place?
Soshyan took a deep breath, then took a step back, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head.
"I am lucky enough to see the holy face, the great Lord of mankind."
With his head lowered, Soshyan could feel the other person walking past him, and then the voice came from the side.
"Their Phoenix King bows and kneels to others, and those with pointed ears will jump in fear if they know it."
Soshyan pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.
"Get up, I'm not who you say I am."
After hearing this, Soshiyang slowly stood up, only to find that the other party had sat on the huge chair at some point, with his hands on his knees, like a doll against the backdrop of the huge furniture.
He thought for a while, and then said softly:
"Your words are very similar to those of the Beguiler."
"Because it's the truth."
"So what should I call you?"
"Me? I call someone."
"people"
"If you feel uncomfortable with this, you can call me Mortal."
"Mortal."
Soshyan thought about the relationship between the mortals and the bewildered ones. He felt that he had vaguely touched on what happened to the emperor, but he was not sure.
Then he decided to just say it.
"Mortal Emperor, what happened to him?"
Hearing this, a smile appeared on the other party's mature face.
"What can he do? Sitting on the Throne of Pain, using his own power to seal the entrance to the failed Webway to prevent Terra from becoming the second Eye of Terror. Don't you know that?"
(End of chapter)
