It was still calm during this period. In addition to handling some battle groups and alliance affairs, Soshiyan's most common thing was to learn from Malakin-
Not long ago, in those days, he focused on drawing sketches for many days, but suddenly became entangled with a problem.
"Brother Soshiyan."
Soshyang raised his head, and he pondered so deeply that he didn't even notice that Malakin had walked to him.
"Why are you sitting still?"
"I was going to make a statue to commemorate... someone, but halfway through the painting I realized that the work required a level far exceeds myself. I felt that it was a sense of arrogance, as if I was deliberately demeaning my skills."
"Ha, your work is..."
Malakin took a look at Soshiyan's work and was a woman.
"she is...."
“My physiological mother.”
"We have surpassed him and other mortals."
Malakin said meaningfully.
"The ties of these mortals must be put behind our heads."
The Crazy Team Leader put his hard hand on Soshyang's shoulder.
"I have forgotten them before, but I remembered them again, but recently... I'm increasingly unable to remember their faces."
"It's like this. Even after surgery and hypnosis, some people will forget everything, while others will still remember... If you value your parents so much, you will probably never completely forget them."
"Then do you remember?"
Malakin's face was so gentle that it was almost the same as a normal person.
"No, brother, I can't remember anything I had before the blood injection ceremony... For me, I only have my own memory of Astart. Now let me look at the sketch you drew. Do you want to make a bronze statue?"
"Yes, I think it would be appropriate to use copper as a material, but I plan to use satin belts on the back, provided that I can make the right shape... When I was a kid, I loved how they fluttered in the wind, and I hope I could find a way to recreate this."
Malakin picked up Soshiyan's painting board, and on the first page there were details of the sculpture hand drawn by soft coke.
Then, he made a voice of approval.
"Draw well, you are very talented, and they will gradually appear as you train."
Then he turned to another page.
"For example, this face..."
Suddenly, he frowned.
"I see."
Malakin nodded, thoughtful, and then said to Soshiyan:
"Come with me."
They walked to the edge of the room, and in a niche on the side there was a very tall copper cylinder engraved with an exquisite painting: Angels and giant beasts wrestled with each other and hunted each other in the forest.
This painting is exquisite, and both beasts and angels have detailed expressions.
“It’s so beautiful.”
Soshiyang sincerely admired.
"As long as you study hard, maybe one day you can make such a work, but I'm very surprised, why... the characters you create basically have no expressions?"
When Soshiyang heard Malakin's words, he was stunned for a moment.
He took a look at his work and it seemed that it was true, but he didn't know why it was.
Malakin was silent for a long time and suddenly said softly:
"Maybe just guess... I think you're trying to regain the emotions of mortals, but in fact you've lost it forever."
"Why? It sounds-"
Malakin suddenly turned around and looked at Soshiyang and asked word by word.
"Brother Soshiyan, have you dreamed recently?"
"Well....."
Soshyan paused for a moment, then shook his head.
Then, the Abyss Watcher looked at him and suddenly sighed.
He turned and walked to the cabinet, and took out a stack of old cards from an iron box wrapped in cloth. Soshiyan knew that such cards were called tarot cards and were often used for divination.
Each card has a carefully drawn pattern of noble characters, full of vivid colors, and its wonderful details are amazing.
"The director of the think tank often says that the waves of the vast ocean change rapidly, and the impact it brings rises and falls. The rushing waves can turn into subtle streams in the blink of an eye, and the gentle water surface can suddenly raise a violent typhoon. Everyone's power will be different in a moment. It is like a fickle lover, whose likes and dislikes are fleeting like a little firefly in the dark night."
“Subspace is indeed an unpredictable area.”
Malakin smiled slightly and tapped the stack of cards on the back of the golden color.
"The Emperor is also in the subspace, so is He so unpredictable?"
"This-I can't say it well."
"So let's play a game."
Afterwards, the commander of the Crying War Chapter, with incredible flexibility, subtly folded the stack of cards into a pyramid and sat on the edge of the desk.
"Sailors often say that they have two spouses, one is the wife in the family and the other is the universe, both full of jealousy, and each sailor is said to die from one of them, both of which are quite dangerous. The key is how to predict those moments and catch them in time before they fade."
"So this is a divination?"
"No, it's a game."
Before he finished speaking, Malakin suddenly hit the desktop hard.
The card pyramid suddenly collapsed, and cards fell to the ground one by one. Many knights, kings and princesses formed a crazy vortex.
Soshiyang's eyes moved, and his hand suddenly stretched out like a surveillance snake, grabbing a card with gold edges from the air.
Then he flipped the card over.
The card displays a sacred image of a long sword holding a fiery sword in the right hand and a ball of eagle emblem in the left hand. An angel flies above that image, playing a golden trumpet with a silk flag.
“That’s it.”
Malakin nodded thoughtfully.
“Judgement.”
Soshiyan looked at the card and didn't know what Malakin was selling for a moment.
After a long time of silence, the Abyss Watcher suddenly raised his head and asked with a serious expression:
"Brother Soshyang, there are not only Soul Drinkers in your battle group."
As soon as this was said, Soshiyang shook his right hand and the card in his palm suddenly slid down.
He did not answer or deny it.
Malakin looked at him and said slowly:
"In the Battle of New Badab, although I didn't see with my own eyes what blocked the Red Pirates' communication, according to the director of the think tank, it was a malicious subspace impact... a power of uncleanness."
After a long time, Soshiyang only wrote four words.
"The situation is forced-"
"I can understand, but I hope you can remember that Huron was not a person who was thrown into darkness in one thought. He was also a hero in the past."
"I see."
Looking at Soshiyang's face of embarrassment and shame, Malakin stepped forward and gently placed his left hand on the other party's shoulder.
"Brother, there is actually one more thing. I said it to you very early."
"Um?"
"You have something very bad about you, and although I can't say it, it may be related to the dissipation of your emotions... As sons of San Gilles, we are born to be more sensitive to psychic energy than other legions."
Soshiyan could only remain silent and could not answer.
But Malakin didn't ask, but turned around and stared at the painting he had drawn.
"Everyone has his own secret. No matter what the secret and responsibility you bear, Brother Soshiyan... Don't forget why you want to be an Astate."