Chapter 196

The servants worked quickly.

With the help of many hands and special tools, soshyan's armor was soon removed - if only he himself, he would never have finished the work so soon.

After the power supply cable and breastplate were removed, he was basically free.

The senior servants of the regiment began to remove the armor from his legs, working and whispering praise for the spirit of the armor.

As soon as his leg armor was removed, he walked out without waiting for his shin guard to be taken off.

On one side of the table stood the disassembled armor.

If necessary, a star warrior has the ability to remove his own armor, but for these sacred weapons, comprehensive disassembly is the appropriate treatment.

If they are not cleaned, tested and cared for regularly, their machine soul will gradually lose its vitality.

Then two servants came up and untied the breathing filter from their necks - it was stuck to their bodies by a layer of sweat.

Then soshyan took a few more steps, completely free from the constraints of armor, exposing his skin to the cool air inside the ship.

Then he turned away.

The Seiko power armor had been completely disassembled, the wires of the backpack hung from the fixed frame, and the servants wrapped the other parts in red cloth, bowed deeply, and then retreated.

As soon as he leaves here, the servants will take his equipment to the studio next door.

There they will meticulously clean these sacred weapons and armor, make necessary repairs, apply holy oil again and put them back on the shelf.

When soshyan returns, his weapons will shine again and his armor will be assembled on the armor frame.

A pair of diligent hands will wash away the marks left on the armor by the activities of the day.

Then he walked naked through the armory, and the guard on both sides of the door opened the door to the bathroom.

Soshyan entered a room decorated with white inlaid flowers from top to bottom.

He stood in the middle of the room and asked the servants to wipe the sweat from the training with warm cloth, and then went into the hot bath room.

For the next half hour, he sat in a high temperature enough to roast an unmodified human and let the fragrant steam soothe his muscles.

With the higher and higher content of gray pulp in his body, he became more and more like this hot environment, even if he was still in a normal state.

Then he went into the shower, where hundreds of liters of water poured on his head and ran away from the sewer.

Feeling the tingling on his skin, he walked into the main bath surrounded by pillars.

The bath is large enough to swim in. The water in the pool is blue because of various minerals. Various murals decorate the walls and ceilings.

He walked step by step into the pool and let the warm water embrace him until the water submerged his neck.

Soshyan closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.

The vibration generated by the nearby hot water pipeline synchronized with his heartbeat, and soshyan entered a state of meditation.

Until two hours later, he woke up, lifted himself out of the pool with strong arms, dried his body, took away the water stains on his skin with drying equipment, and finally put on a silver gray robe.

Then soshyan left the bathroom and went into his private room.

The food was already ready for him - rozim, the head of the regiment's restaurant, cooked for him alone, with golden wine pots and glasses filled with wine.

As soshyan passed the table, he picked up a plate of cheese like dessert, dotted with many dried fruits he didn't know.

He did it at his desk, chewing food slowly and drinking wine to accompany his meal.

There are stacked reports and documents on the desktop, most of which are all information about the progress of warship construction and nearby galaxies, and occasionally some "stories" from distant wars.

While reading these report documents, he steadily destroyed the food on his plate.

Ten minutes later, when he finished reading these documents, the plate was just empty.

Soshyan stood up and put some temporary documents into the shredder.

When he was about to go back to bed and have a good rest, he suddenly noticed a small box under the bed - in fact, he noticed it every day, but ignored it every time.

This is a legacy of his physiological father, which is said to record his notes on their ancient family research.

Soshyan has no interest in his family. Naturally, the responsibility of continuing the family is borne by his cousin, but from the moment he became astat, their relationship is only a little weak - they are not even the same kind in terms of blood.

But somehow, soshyan noticed him today and didn't choose to ignore him.

He bent down, took the wooden box out from under the bed, brushed the dust off it, and opened it.

In the box, lying on four folded notebooks with brown covers, there was no signature or mark on them.

Soshyan took out the top book and opened the first page.

"My child, don't be too surprised when you see this line."

Although it was written like this, soshyan was stunned for a moment.

Then he looked down quickly.

"I always have a strong hunch that one day, my research notes will come to your hand. This is not a prophecy or witchcraft. It's just my father's intuition."

Soshyan slowly sat back in his chair and put the box on the table.

"It may also be a stranger or another family member who sees these. I hope you can keep them well. As long as they are still there, my child, soshyan Alexei, a great Ashtar friar, will have the opportunity to see them. This is a father's most sincere request."

This is all that was written on the first page.

Soshyang had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know what to say, but gently twisted a corner and turned the page over.

"I have been told since I can remember that we are an ancient family with special glory, and the history can be traced back to the era when emperors still walked in the world..."

Each of the notes left by his father was very thick. Soshyang spent three hours reading every word of the first one.

When he closed his notebook, he looked worried.

According to the published and circulating literature, the glorious war of reunification ended the era of Tara's conflict.

Since then, Tara has ushered in more than 150 years of peace, stability and recuperation. The emperor led his great expedition to leave his home and bravely reintegrated the scattered human world into the Empire.

Historical documents say so, but the reality is far from so neat.

History only records the macro trend and overall stage, and imposes many arbitrary fuzzy contents on many spring and autumn strokes.

In fact, the age of strife had a profound impact on mankind. Even at the end of the expedition, its aftershocks still reverberated in the galaxy.

Even if the emperor announced at Tara that the human empire was the orthodox successor of human civilization in the past, it could not prevent all kinds of feudal world, religious groups, remote countries and autocratic monarchs from stubbornly refusing to cooperate and trying to stick to their insignificant state of independence surrounded by high walls.

Many of them survived for decades even in the storm of the expedition, relying on the peaceful negotiations and appeasement of the Empire to resist or avoid all treaties, reconciliation and many other diplomatic means intended to annex them.

Most stories show that the emperor, or his important ministers and good ministers, have extraordinary patience.

Even in the heyday of the expedition, the imperial high-level still spared no effort to solve the conflict by non violent means. Even the Emperor allowed some forces to remain semi independent and waited for them to accept the reality.

But another part of the story, which is not often recorded, also shows that the emperor's patience is limited, and when his patience runs out, his compassion and tolerance will disappear.

According to soshyan's father's research, the history of their family may be far more than rumored - it may even be the descendant of a force once hostile to the Empire.