The boy's answer obviously surprised Soshyan. He hesitated for a long time and finally uttered a few words.
"But you..."
Mortal suddenly tilted his head and interrupted Soshyan's words.
"What do you think the emperor should be like? In other words, what kind of... person should he be?"
"Should...should...should be perfect, with incredible dominance, enlightenment, wisdom..."
As he talked, Soshyan's own mind was a little confused. He suddenly realized that he really couldn't imagine what kind of person would become the emperor, or what kind of personality the emperor had.
Or should we say that He shouldn't have a personality?
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the confused person had asked him a similar question.
The boy pressed his hands on the armrests of the chair, leaned forward slightly, and said slowly:
"All mankind is shouting for the Emperor, but they don't even know who the Emperor is. Doesn't this sound a bit ridiculous?"
"Human beings... ultimately need someone to rely on."
"He once despised this point of view, but in the end he became the biggest proof of this point of view. It is interesting and interesting... Soshyan, what do you think constitutes a person's self?"
After Soshiyang was silent for a while, he replied softly:
“From the time of birth, there are only the perceptions, experiences and recollections of memories, evaluations and judgments that you have clearly felt, the connections you have established with others, and the connections you have established with the environment.”
"It seems that you are already quite experienced, so can you imagine that maybe the thing you call the Emperor is an existence that even you cannot fully recognize."
"this..."
"When a person lives for too long, has learned too much knowledge, met too many people, and seen too many scenery...the old memories are blurred and fade away, and new memories are layered on top of each other, and the self seems to be like an endless tower.
If you look at the superimposed towers, imagine that a story is written by dozens or hundreds of authors at the same time, what will the people in the story look like?"
Soshyan was speechless.
"Inconsistent, inconsistent in words and deeds, confused in behavior, confused? Sometimes like a tyrant, sometimes like a great man, sometimes like a sorcerer, sometimes like a sage. When a person has thousands of faces, has he long been lost?
self?"
Soshiyang savored what the mortal said, but he still had a lot of confusion in his heart.
"So... Mortals, are you a splintered part of the Emperor's personality?"
As a result, the other party shook his head.
"We have never been divided, we are always one, but each one has its own opportunity to be born. This is why the Bewitcher is in Thunder Stone, and I... am here."
Soshyan lowered his head and thought about this sentence. After a while, he looked at the towering bookshelf.
"Mortal, this expedition was arranged by you, right?"
"Yes and no, I just want you to come here, but how you come here is not under my control."
Suddenly, a person flashed in Soshyan's mind, and he looked at the boy.
"Li, it's Li, right?"
"It seems you have met him."
Li said before that he represented Erda, but now it seems that he should represent Mortals, which means that Li did lie.
But then I thought about it and it didn't make sense, because if it really followed Mortal's plan, then it was almost inevitable that he would see Mortal. What was the point of Li lying?
Thinking about it this way, the most likely thing is that Erda should be in the same camp as the mortals, and her appearance in Thunder Stone can probably prove one thing from the side\u001f - the authenticity of the Bewitcher and the Mortal
Maybe it's a person.
"So Mortal, what are you asking me to do?"
The boy was almost lying on the armrest, staring at Soshyan expressionlessly, and then shook his head.
"It seems that you have decided that we use you as a tool?"
Soshyan didn't speak, just looked away.
"The singer is right about this. The more you know, the more resentment you will feel in your heart. You may repeat the tragedy of Mortarion in the past... Maybe it would have been better if you knew nothing about it in the first place.
Choice? In fact, it’s not too late.”
The boy's last words made Soshyan instinctively clench his fists, but he quickly let go.
"But what's the point of doing that?"
With this sentence, mortals don’t know whether they are asking Soshiyang or themselves.
"We have always stressed not to make the same mistakes, but we always make the same mistakes again and again... just like Sisyphus trying to push the boulder up the mountain, but I now know what Lee meant.
Already."
With that said, the boy straightened up and looked at Soshyan very seriously.
"Soshiyang, if one day, you must be sacrificed in exchange for an opportunity that is very important to mankind, would you agree?"
Even though he had been prepared in his heart, he still felt very painful and depressed when these words came from the mouth of the being who had to be loyal to Soshyan from the day he became an Astartes——
Xerxes, Xerxes, Xerxes!
Everyone is waiting for Xerxes!
Because he is the original body, the emperor's biological son, and the most sacred bloodline!
No matter what Soshiyang did, no matter how many enemies he defeated, no matter how many people he saved, no matter what his achievements were, they are not worth mentioning!
His existence is for another person——
At this moment, he felt a force tearing at his soul, asking him to refuse, to turn around and leave, and let the original body and the empire go to hell!
Looking at Soshiyang who was clenching his fists and clenching his teeth, the boy had a playful expression on his face.
But suddenly, Soshyan closed his eyes and sighed, and his tense body relaxed.
"I...agree, but I just hope you can give me a little more time to...arrange some things."
"Why?"
Soshyan turned his head to meet the other person's eyes.
"Maybe I died on the World Engine, but I promised Chapter Commander Amurad... The blood of my brothers cannot be shed in vain. No matter how you look at me, my brothers and relatives are always by my side.
People, the people I have experienced, not some... Legend, you can take this body if you want, but I hope Soshiyan's name can be engraved on the World Engine Monument, at least let my soul and
Brothers together, Soshyan is Soshyan, never Xerxes, and never will be!"
As he spoke, he patted his chest hard with his palms, and the gold made a crisp collision sound.
The boy looked straight at Soshyan and suddenly chuckled.
"Have you ever thought that maybe this is an easier road for you? Soshyan has to carry far more things than Xerxes, and the road is much more difficult. If you really give
You have a choice. Are you really determined to bear everything that the name Soshiyang has to bear? Maybe you may regret it in the end..."
"I understand, but I will try my best, not just for me."
At this point, there is nothing to hide anymore.
The boy put his face on his hands and nodded.
"Now I know why he chose you, a descendant of the Alexei family."