As the game progressed, Soshiyang's breathing gradually slowed down and deepened, his mind no longer confused. Even the doubts deep in his heart gained a moment of breath in the game.
In past training, the purpose of playing chess was to eliminate distractions in your heart and concentrate your scattered spirits - he was almost going to succeed.
It was Dante sitting opposite the table.
The legendary commander had a serious expression and stared at the game that was being played with all his attention.
After a long time, Soshyan finally made a decision. He placed a piece in his hand in place and looked up at Dante.
But the other party just smiled slightly and moved another one to fight back.
"Alexey, what is guiding you to become a Space Marine?"
Dante looked at the chessboard, and the loud voice broke the long-standing silence and echoed under the empty dome.
The mixed accents from Barr have a long history and are obscure and weird. Sometimes Soshiyan doesn't know whether what he finally understands is consistent with what Dante wants to express.
"What did you say? Venerable?"
"Why do you have such great ambitions in your heart? You have the choice to live a peaceful and natural life of mortals. What attracted you to challenge the trial of a lifetime? Why do you expect to be an Astate?"
Soshyan shook his head, as if shocked by Dante's question.
"It's been too long...I...I really can't recall my life when I was a mortal. I only remember that I was simply trying to become a monk Asatte..."
"Don't give up, keep trying."
Although it was a bit strange, since Dante insisted so much, Soshiyan guessed whether there was some important message hidden in his past.
He shrugged and began to recall his past as much as possible.
"If I remember correctly, I... I might be craving for the power to change things. My hometown is an ordinary world, where life is short and boring, but even in that remote area, there is a legend of Astart fighting - in the void that is over ten thousand feet high, the angels are fighting an endless war with the enemy of the empire."
Soshyan tried his best to recall his life before his promotion, but his attempts were like muddy bulls entering the sea and could not stir up even greater waves.
"At that time, I felt that I should be such a person. I had such a life. I hope that one day I could hone my strength and make it come in handy... I hope to leave a mark in the world. I have witnessed the end of many people with my own eyes. It is meaningless and has no effect. No one knows or remembers it. I don't want to do this. I want to make a change."
Soshyan staggered Dante stared at his gaze, and he always felt that the other party was trying to browse his thoughts.
"You have hidden your thoughts from me."
Dante's inference was accurate, and he no longer needed to look at Soshiyan's eyes.
"How can young children have such complicated thoughts? Let me tell you about mine. My father is a salt vendor who wanders with the tribe. Barr's life is hard and cruel. I just hope to get rid of the short and cruel life. Yes, my original intention is just to live and live for a long time. I was only twelve years old at that time."
Soshiyang was confused. The other party seemed to have something in his words. What attitude did Dante take towards him?
Is it appreciation? Or worry? Perhaps the theme of today's dialogue is the judgment of him? How much truth has Dante guessed?
Soshiyan could not perceive the condemnation and accusations from Dante's sight. After pondering for a moment, Soshiyan threw out his last move that he had carefully planned for more than half an hour, preparing to win the game in a way that Dante would never have expected.
But he made a mistake, Dante's backhand completely ended him,
Dante, who won the victory, looked at the chessboard and was silent. His slight trembling brow was the only manifestation of the slight fluctuations in his heart.
The two of them were silent and reluctant to leave.
After a few minutes, Dante stood up from his desk, walked towards the display area deep in the hall and room, and walked into the dusty hidden compartment.
Brass signatures were nailed to the dense drawers in the compartment, and some meaning was recorded in slim characters that Soshiyan could not recognize.
Dante's eyes and fingers swept across the labels one by one, and finally stopped in front of a drawer. Then he waved his hand, and the heavy drawer opened for him silently, spreading smoothly and quietly in his direction.
In the drawer, an ancient scroll was lying quietly. The roll of gray and unknown leather was quietly wrapped around the shaft. The upper and lower ends of the shaft were in the style of eagle claws, and the claws were clenched in the claws.
Then it was in his hands by Dante-
"This is the 20th volume of secret record left by San Gilles. This secret record is known to exist only by the commanders of the warships of all generations, but it cannot be opened."
Dante said, handing the scroll to Soshiyan.
"Honor, this-"
"The Primrose once gave orders that only the Son of the Fall can open it, and I believe that is you."
Soshiyan then stood up, straightened his back and bowed deeply, and took the scroll handed over by Dante.
"Honor, I'm very honored, but can you really be sure that it's me..."
Dante stared at Soshiyang's confused eyes and said:
"Maybe the time has not come, Alexey, but it is destined that you will change the empire sooner or later."
The expression of the Lord of the Holy Blood Angel is unclear, and the weight contained in the words is more than Mount Tai. A hidden feeling flows deep in his eyes. It took Soshiyang a long time to distinguish his true body-the other party was worried about his safety.
Soshiyan glanced at the scroll in his hand. What exactly did Sanguiles leave behind in it?
"Open it when you're alone."
Dante smiled.
"The purpose of the Primarch to do this is that the secret of all this can only be known by you."
Looking at Soshiyang's solemn expression, he took a step forward.
"I can understand you, Soshijan Alexey, such a huge responsibility cannot be easily taken by anyone."
The heartbeat in Soshiyang's chest was like a thunderous sound. Even if he was alone with the other party for several hours, he still felt it was difficult to respond to Dante's gaze.
"I trust you."
Dante continued, patting Soshiyan on the shoulder.
"Waiting for your time, don't be too hasty, remember and remember."
Soshiyan couldn't speak. He didn't know if Dante had spyed on his soul? Did he also see the many illusions that were entangled with him - those memories from ten thousand years ago.
Taking a deep breath, Soshiyang tapped his chest to show his tribute. The entanglement and confusion in his chest were really mixed.
"I will keep it in mind, Venerable Dante."
Dante seemed to want to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.
But Soshiyang guessed it.
"Honor, you seem to care about the crying person? Is there anything that can help you? But it's okay."