After he finished speaking, Chagatai Khan frowned again.
"How can he pester me?"
“Just go and see for yourself and you will know.”
"Yes, you will know what tricks the other party is playing if you see it for yourself. What about the West Gaole? I'm afraid it will do some tricks when I'm not around."
"fine."
The confused man rolled up the paper in his hand and handed it to Chagatai Khan.
"Put it where the clowns can find it and they will hand it over to West Gaule."
Chagatai Khan took the rolled up paper and promised:
"Okay, by the way, I. I want to see my mother. I have something to ask her."
The confused man shook his head.
"I'm afraid she won't see you now."
"Why?"
"You know, she has always been afraid of meeting you. It is also because of your free and easy personality that she has only met you twice. But just now she had a very unhappy relationship with Soshiyang, so it would be difficult."
"Are you having a bad time?"
Jaghatai's frown made him look like a sad herdsman who had lost his flock.
"what happens?"
The confused man shrugged.
"Don't you know her character and temper? She probably made the other party accept Xerxes' identity in front of Soshyan, and maybe she also made the other party realize that everything she owned, including his wife and children, would be destroyed by Xerxes. The fact of Sith inheritance.”
Chagatai tsked lightly and covered his forehead.
"How could she say this? How could she say this? No man with any self-respect would accept it! Anger is natural. Who can bear this?"
"There's no way, you know, she loves her children so much, she can't control this."
"Perplexer, you knew she would say this, right? But why."
Halfway through, he looked very helpless, took two steps back and forth, then clapped his hands and said with some annoyance:
"If you do this, you will push the matter to the extreme. I don't think it has reached this point yet. Maybe there is a best-of-both-worlds solution. No, I have to talk to Soshyan another day."
The confused man didn't say anything to this, but turned to ask:
"What are you asking Erda for?"
After the Khan hesitated for a moment, he replied:
"Ask again about Li."
"Then there's no need to ask, she won't tell. I'm afraid she'll regret it if I tell Soshyan this time. Just go about your business."
Jaghatai Khan walked helplessly towards the exit, but stopped when he opened the door. He turned around and looked at the Bewitcher seriously and asked:
"What should I do when I come here 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."
After Cha Hetai left, the confused person turned and looked at a wall. There were many paintings on the wall. Each one was in a completely different style and seemed to come from a different civilization. One of them was blocked by the canvas.
After a long silence, he walked over, reached out and pulled off the canvas, revealing the obscured painting.
The composition of this painting is extremely simple. It shows a man sitting on a chair, leaning his upper body on a simple wooden table, with his face buried in his arms. He seems to be exhausted and has lost consciousness. There are countless illusions erupting around him in his nightmare. , causing him to be surrounded by poisonous snakes, hounds, crows and flies, as well as many strange faces.
He looked up and stared at the painting, but his thoughts drifted to a very distant corner——
"Father!"
The man wearing old, ancient and scarred power armor knelt on the cold floor, kowtowing to the throne towering above his head.
"I am willing to bear this responsibility and sacrifice for Brother Xerxes!"
In the majestic hall, it was deep and quiet at this time. It seemed that all the lights were extinguished. In front of the huge pillars, you could vaguely see the motionless silhouettes of the Imperial Guards and the cold light of their halberds, but the shadows obscured their magnificent armor. It seems that in the entire palace, which is large enough to accommodate the entire world, the only thing that shines is the eyes of the emperor who sits high on the throne.
For a moment, the eyes narrowed slightly, but did not cast a glance at the prostrate figure far below.
"You came to me with her token just for such a boring thing. If it weren't for her sake, you would be dead right now."
After saying that, the emperor snorted and stood up.
"Father, I can do it! I will definitely do it! I am willing to sacrifice for Brother Xerxes! He is my mother's favorite child. If anything happens to him, my mother will be very sad! That's why I came to you without telling my mother! I will definitely I can control what is attached to Brother Xerxes! Please let me try it! Father! Father!"
The emperor turned a deaf ear to this, turned around, and said loudly:
"Throw him back into the sewer and don't let him come in again! My time is precious!"
Then he took a step forward, and an easily overlooked figure next to the throne followed his king with a huge scepter. He turned around and cast a helpless glance below.
"Father! Father!"
Hearing the footsteps of the imperial guards approaching, the man kneeling on the ground reached out to the throne in despair.
"I can't even sacrifice for Brother Xerxes! Am I not your son? Why!"
The emperor stopped and turned his head slightly. He finally looked at the other person, and that person also met his gaze.
The next moment, he froze on the spot as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Do you still need me to give you a reason?"
After saying that, he left his sight, and the man kneeling on the ground lowered his head feebly, allowing the imperial guards to grab his arm and drag him up.
"Well!"
When he slid all the way through the rusty pipes and fell heavily into the mud after constant collisions, dirty and smelly sewage was also splashed on his face. The surrounding rodents were disturbed and fled with screams. Return to the cave.
After lying in the sewage for a long time, he slowly raised his arms.
Soon, there was only a low whimpering sound in the sewer outside the palace.
"Father, what kind of look is that? Father, father, am I not even qualified to sacrifice? It has no value at all. In your eyes, I am a waste that can't even use my only life."
The man curled up, covered his face with his hands and cried, then laughed loudly, his voice sounding like a ghost as he cried and laughed at the same time.
"I understand, I understand. The only thing that can impress you is power! Only power!"
Sitting up from the carpet, he released his hands covering his face and looked at his face in the mirror. It was a featureless face, only looking lifeless because of being withered and haggard.
Someone once told him that his face was almost the same as the most common image of his father when he walked in the world. He was happy about this for a long time, until someone told him one day that that face was just a disguise and only represented countless false ones. identity.
Staring at himself in the mirror, his dim eyes blinked, and he realized that he was dreaming again.
However, the next second, he found that the self in the mirror had changed and turned into another face, the face that he once envied and hated so much.
