"Tangning...Tangning...it's time to eat..." A soft and friendly voice called a name that was a little vague in his memory. When Chris wanted to open his mouth to answer the familiar call, he realized that he had opened his mouth.
Don't open your mouth.
He stretched out his hands nervously, trying to catch the people and things in front of him, but finally found that he had lifted his quilt and sat up from the bed.
You haven’t had a dream for a long time, right? Chris looked at his palms through the moonlight outside the window to calm down his nervous mood.
Since traveling to this world, he found that he could walk around the technology tree every night when he was sleeping as if he were awake. He could see everything he wanted to see, and he could also search and browse any information.
Therefore, when he sleeps at night, he is more accustomed to using his golden fingers to strengthen his knowledge, because no matter how long he swims in the ocean of knowledge in the technology tree, he will be as energetic as if he had really slept for that long when he wakes up.
Just like today, there are really not many days when he really sleeps. When he really closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace that the darkness brought him, he realized that he could not let go of the familiar past, but just put them behind him.
It's just buried deep in my heart.
Those past bits and pieces, those relatives he fought for...the familiar warmth of home, in this alien world where he can control the wind and rain, will never come back to him again.
As His Majesty the Emperor of Elanthir, he can enjoy the most expensive food, taste the spiciest wine, and even have countless women who are willing to let him enjoy it. However, when he wakes up at night because of longing for his dreams, he can only be alone.
I miss the place called "home".
Although he has millions of troops who can conquer the east and west for him, and although he has civil servants and military generals guarding him in all directions, the great and supreme emperor of Airanhir is always just a single person.
He has no relatives in this world, and the pile of cold tombs on the outskirts of Seris City are all that this body cares about in this world. And his soul from China in the 21st century can only live alone in this world.
above this world.
For a moment, Chris even felt that the fact that he was so crazy about establishing industrial civilization and so eager to create airplanes, cars, trains, and ships was actually just because of longing.
He misses another world, a world he may never return to, so he can only use the power he has to turn this world into that world. Even in some details, he is stubborn and unwilling to change.
I just hope that I can find that familiar feeling...
Chris lifted the quilt covering his legs, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, stepping on the soft carpet with his feet. The moonlight shone on the loaded pistol placed on the bedside table, reflecting a faint silver light.
Even though he is an emperor now, his fragile sense of security is not as good as lying on the warm bed before time travel. At least at that time, he did not have to worry that one day a magician would suddenly appear in his room and use a magic to
He turned into charcoal.
Reaching out and touching the switch next to him, Chris found another familiar feeling in his memory in this world. He turned on the light with a click, and the room filled with moonlight immediately became brighter.
"Do you need anything, Your Majesty?" The guard standing outside pushed open the door and softly asked this great emperor who was already the common master of mortals. The man on duty today was a young man, wearing a neat military uniform.
.
They followed His Majesty the Emperor every day, watching sages who came from thousands of miles away to kneel to him, watching devout civilians shouting to him crazily, and watching beautiful women kissing his lips like pilgrims.
Back of hand.
Each of these guards responsible for Chris' safety is loyal and carefully selected, and even has strict height standards. Each of them is proud to be the personal guard of His Majesty the Emperor of Airanthil, and they are willing to serve
His Majesty the Emperor gave his life.
As the guards stood beside the emperor, watching their emperor work conscientiously and running for a better place for Ireland, they fell in love even more with this emperor who looked divine but was very humane.
They have never seen other emperors, but the one in front of them, His Majesty Chris, is kind to others and never loses his temper. There are only Secretariat staff and a small number of servants around him. His Majesty the Emperor seems to have no protection work.
Becomes much easier.
It's just that these guards all have a feeling that His Majesty the Emperor always seems to be out of tune with everything around him. He doesn't seem to integrate himself into the world, and has always been wandering in a strange gray area.
An old man who came to Chris and was eventually appointed to work in the cultural publicity department vividly described Chris's state. After talking to Chris, the old man expressed his feelings frankly: "
He lives here but is always ready to leave."
"I'm fine, I just got up and moved around!" Chris stood up from the bed and glanced at the pistol on the bedside table again, without reaching for the sense of security that was so close at hand. He walked straight to the door in his pajamas, feeling full of
It's a mockery of one's own timidity.
Being a king who was assassinated in pajamas was actually not bad. At least he could die in his own castle, Chris thought. He walked out of the bedroom and walked into the corridor, looking at the exquisite landscape paintings hanging on both sides.
Near the stairs.
The secretary on duty in the attendant's room and the waiter on duty tonight have already followed. They looked at the guards behind Chris and asked with their eyes what happened. They all have their own duty rooms, so naturally they are not responsible for security.
The guards can lie down on the desk in the office and sleep for a while.
Chris saw more and more troops behind him at the top of the stairs, which were beginning to become mighty. A wry smile appeared on his face: the ordinary life he was familiar with would never return to him. His current life
Every move represents the most eye-catching event in this empire.
He was embarrassed to say that he just wanted to walk around casually and experience the ordinary life in the dead of night, so he could only walk down the stairs. And those who were already following him, of course, could only follow the mysterious Emperor.
building.
Heavy and dense footsteps sounded in the castle, and more guards and servants gathered downstairs, watching His Majesty the Emperor, who almost never stayed up at night, walking down the stairs and walking straight to the door of his office.
The guards guarding the room lined up on both sides and helped Chris open the door. The waiter entered the room first and helped Chris turn on the light. The yellowish incandescent light came on, illuminating the entire room from four directions.
The drawings lying on the huge drawing table are as messy as they were during the day, and are surrounded by books written by Chris. This room can be said to be the most familiar place to Chris. He often works here after time travel, and this room is because of his work
, full of the atmosphere of the 21st century.
The books here are all from Earth that Chris is familiar with, and the patterns on the chairs here are from the Earth in the 21st century. The incandescent light bulbs here remind Chris of the dim lights at home when he was a child...
"Sorry! I suddenly remembered something and wanted to record it, so I came here." Chris smiled apologetically to the attendants and the servants on duty who were following behind him.
He was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so he could only tell a white lie to cover up his embarrassment: "I don't have any orders to issue. The people in the attendant's room should go back and rest. Just leave a servant to guard outside. I
I will tell you if necessary."
After letting the people behind him disperse, Chris walked to the chair and looked at the complex drawing he had drawn during the day. It was a design drawing for a large transformer, and no one could help him yet.
This job.
Chris stretched out his hand to touch the lines that were exactly the same as the drawings in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he had traveled to this world for more than two years. This was a very embarrassing time, because in two years, he
I am already familiar with everything here, but I haven't had time to forget myself in another world.
He walked to the sofa in the corner, sat down, and let his whole body sink into a soft package. Chris glanced at the books on the wall that were listed on the wall that he dictated and recorded by others, as well as the books he wrote himself.
The sense of accomplishment diluted his longing for the past.
Outside the study room where the sentimental His Majesty the Emperor was, the secretaries in the Attendant's Room, who had been awakened, were discussing with the steward in charge of His Majesty the Emperor's daily life regarding His Majesty's anomaly tonight.
"Your Majesty never suffers from insomnia, why did he wake up suddenly tonight?" The slightly panicked secretary on duty looked at His Majesty the Emperor's butler uneasily and asked.
"This is not a good phenomenon. It may be due to too much pressure or being too busy..." The old housekeeper was responsible for Chris' daily life. He was also very concerned about this kind of thing and started to analyze it.
"Should we... inform the cabinet?" The secretary was a little unsure. He didn't know whether to take His Majesty the Emperor's daily life to the cabinet for study.
"Well, I think it's better to inform Mr. Des and Mr. Deans." The butler thought for a while and felt that it was necessary to inform the cabinet about His Majesty's mental state. After all, His Majesty the Emperor is not an ordinary person. He is Elaine.
Your God...
Then, on the next day, the news spread to the cabinet that His Majesty the Emperor had not stayed up late to draw for more than a year, and got up to go to the drawing room again last night.
"As expected of His Majesty the Great Emperor..." After hearing the news, Smith, the Minister of Industry and Technology, hugged a stack of documents and exclaimed with admiration.
