Chapter 101

The door of the church was only for mortals to enter. Soshyan had to lower his head to enter.

When he entered, the first thing he saw was a small prayer room.

There are few furnishings here, even simpler than some private shrines.

Two suitcases mounted on the wall form a closet. In the most prominent place, there are a pile of books. The window and sunshade are supported by a branch broken from the scar bark tree.

Through the window, the twilight fell over the bare metal and onto the flat wooden wall.

More light comes from a lumen box on an inverted crate next to the chanting table and the original grease lamps on other shelves.

The flickering light shines on the old circuit board and the damaged reading data board, and other decorations of little practical value are placed in some open boxes on the floor, most of which look dated.

The dusty statue of the emperor hung on the wall and lost its original luster.

Soshyan took off his helmet and pinned it around his waist.

Step by step, go to the window at the end of the prayer room and press the control button to raise the shutter.

It whispered and retracted into the groove of the window frame to let the golden light pour in.

Soshyan looked out of the window and found that behind the church was a cliff, overlooking the vast land outside Somus nest.

He couldn't help drinking the beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, some memories flashed through his mind. He seemed to do this every morning.

From here on, everything that was originally strange suddenly became a little familiar.

Soshyan turned and through the half open cabinet door, he caught a glimpse of a small wooden toy horse standing on the top of the storage box.

He seemed to be able to hear the harmonica from afar and smell the freshly squeezed juice.

On the bookshelf in the corner of the room, the medal of outstanding students of Somus noble college sits in the beautiful small box, next to an old prayer box.

Ten steps away from the window, a regicide chessboard is placed on the small table. Judging from the distribution of chessmen, the chess game can end in two or three steps.

Time seems to have solidified.

Home?

An inexplicable emotion surged up in soshyang's heart, like a big stone blocked in his chest, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

At this time, he noticed a door, a false door on the side of the prayer room.

He stepped forward, but hesitated the moment he opened the door.

Then, soshyang took off his armor, gently touched the rough hardwood door with his palm, and then pushed it away bit by bit.

This is a subconscious move.

Just like many years ago, when he came home too late, he became cautious because he was afraid of his mother's criticism.

Then he saw it.

A shriveled body lay in bed, eyes closed, and chest rose and fell weakly in regular breathing.

Her skin was gray, wrinkled, dull and lack of luster, her hair was shaved, and a row of walnut shaped machines chirped by the bed, covered with golden buttons and screens.

Curly copper wires extended from the sockets on the side of the machine and attached to her head, and the crackling spheres chanted at the top of the machine.

The equipment looks very new. It seems that it was only recently moved in.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Soshyan stood at the door. He couldn't connect the dying man shrinking like a baby with the man in his mind.

Suddenly, his residual light swept to a photo frame on the bedside cabinet.

He walked slowly, picked up the picture frame and brushed away the thick dust on it.

A man and a woman, and a seemingly mature child.

How ridiculous.

Soshyan knelt down on one knee and gently lifted his shriveled hand by the bed. The comparison between the two is like that of an adult and a baby.

He could not feel any weight. It seemed that he was holding only a feather. He could hardly feel anything except the almost disappearing temperature.

What can he do at this time?

He prayed that the emperor could bring down miracles, even if it was only a moment, just a moment

At this time, he suddenly realized that this person, his mother, such things may have been repeated thousands of times after he left.

Soshyan bowed his head deeply and looked forward to the miracle.

However, there are no miracles.

Nothing.

Soshyan stayed quietly in the house for three days. He didn't move a step or say a word in these three days.

But no one knew. After the funeral, soshyan secretly held a small funeral next to his parents' tombs.

And the buried is himself.

He buried all his mortal objects in it and erected a tombstone.

There is no epitaph on the tombstone, nor the name of the owner of the tomb, only a line of gaogothic.

[a fool trapped in armor]

After all this, soshyang, who was physically and mentally exhausted, silently returned to the spark, declined all visits and banquets, and locked himself in his private cabin.

He felt more tired than ever before. He wanted to sleep. He didn't care about anything