Chapter 560

In fact, soshyan didn't have anything important to come to malakin.

During this period of time, it was calm. In addition to handling some War Regiment and alliance affairs, soshyan often did something to learn from malakin——

Not long ago, he concentrated on drawing sketches for many days, but suddenly he was entangled in a problem.

"Brother soshyan."

Soshyan raised his head. He thought so deeply that he didn't notice that malakin had come to him.

"Why are you sitting still?"

"I was going to make a statue to commemorate... Someone, but half of my painting realized that the level of this work was far higher than myself. I felt arrogant, as if I was deliberately belittling skills."

"Ha, your work is..."

Malakin glanced at soshyan's works. She was a woman.

"She is..."

"My physiological mother."

"We have surpassed him and other mortals."

Malakin said meaningfully.

"We must put these mortal fetters behind us."

The mourner and the commander put his hard hand on soshyan's shoulder.

"I once forgot them, but I remembered them later, but recently... I can't remember their faces clearly."

"Well, even after surgery and hypnosis, some people will forget everything, while others will still remember... If you pay so much attention to your parents, you must never completely forget them."

"Do you remember?"

Malakin's face was almost as soft as normal.

"No, brother, I can't remember anything before the blood injection ceremony... For me, I only have my own memory as astat. Now let me see your sketch. Do you want to make a bronze statue?"

"Yes, I think it would be appropriate to use copper as the material, but I plan to use Satin belt for the back part, on the premise that I can make the right shape... When I was a child, I liked the way they fluttered in the wind, and I hope I can find a way to reproduce this scene."

Malakin picked up soshyan's drawing board, and on the first page there were soft coke painted sculpture hand details.

Then he made a voice of approval.

"It's a good painting. You have great talent. They will gradually show up with your training."

Then he turned to another page.

"For example, this face..."

Suddenly, he frowned.

"I see."

Malakin nodded thoughtfully and then said to soshyan:

"You come with me."

They went to the edge of the room. In a niche on the side, there was a high copper cylinder engraved with a beautiful painting: Angels and giants wrestling with each other and hunting each other in the forest.

The painting is exquisite. Whether it is a beast or an angel, it has a meticulous expression.

"It's so beautiful."

Soshyan sincerely praised it.

"As long as you study hard, you may be able to make such works one day, but I'm very surprised. Why... The characters you create basically have no expression?"

Hearing malakin's words, soshyang was stunned for a moment.

He took a look at his work. It seemed that it was true, but he didn't know why.

Malakin was silent for a long time and suddenly whispered:

"Maybe it's just a guess... I think you're trying to regain your mortal emotion, but in fact you've lost it forever."

"Why? It sounds -"

Malakin suddenly turned to look at soshyan and asked him word by word.

"Brother soshyan, have you been dreaming lately?"

"Uh..."

Soshyan paused for a moment, then shook his head.

Then the watchman of the abyss looked at him and suddenly sighed.

He turned and went to the cabinet and took out a pile of old cards from an iron box wrapped in cloth. Soshyan knew that this card was called Tarot and was often used for divination.

Each card has a carefully drawn noble figure pattern, full of fresh colors, and its wonderful details are amazing.

"Think tank curators often say that the waves of the vast ocean change rapidly, and its impact fluctuates constantly. The surging waves can turn into subtle streams in the blink of an eye, and the gentle water surface can suddenly raise violent typhoons. Everyone's power will be different at the first thought. It is like a fickle lover, and its likes and dislikes are like a little firefly in the dark Die. "

"Sub space is indeed an elusive field."

Malakin smiled and tapped the stack of gold backed cards with his fingers.

"The emperor is also in sub space, so is he so unpredictable?"

"This -- I can't tell."

"So let's play a game."

After that, with incredible flexibility, the head of the mourners' battle group subtly folded the stack of cards into a pyramid, which was located on the edge of the desk.

"Sailors often say that they have two spouses, one is the wife at home and the other is the universe. Both are full of jealousy. It is said that every sailor will die because of one of them. Both of them are very dangerous. The key is how to predict those moments and catch them in time before they subside."

"So this is a divination?"

"No, it's a game."

Before the words fell, malakin suddenly slapped heavily on the table.

The pyramid of cards suddenly collapsed, one card after another fell to the ground, and many knights, kings and princesses formed a crazy vortex.

Soshyan's eyes moved, his hand suddenly stretched out like a poisonous snake, and grabbed a card inlaid with Phnom Penh from the air.

Then he turned the card over.

The face of the card shows a sacred image of a round ball with a fiery sword in the right hand and an eagle emblem in the left hand. An angel flies above the image and plays a golden horn with a silk flag.

"That's it."

Malakin nodded thoughtfully.

"Trial."

Soshyan looked at the cards and didn't know what malakin was selling for a moment.

After being silent for a long time, the abyss catcher suddenly raised his head and asked with a serious expression:

"Brother soshyan, there are not only soul drinkers in your regiment..."

As soon as he said this, soshyang's right hand shook and the card in his hand suddenly slipped.

He did not answer or deny.

Malakin looked at him and said slowly:

"In the battle of new badab, although I didn't see what blocked the communication of the red pirates, according to the director of the think tank, it was a malicious sub space impact... An unclean force."

For a long time, soshyan only choked out four words.

"Forced by the situation -"

"I can understand, but I hope you can remember that Huron didn't throw himself into darkness at the first thought. He used to be... A hero in the past."

"I understand."

Looking at the embarrassment and shame on soshyan's face, malakin stepped forward and gently put his left hand on each other's shoulder.

"Brother, in fact, there's one more thing. I told you very early."

"Huh?"

"There are some very bad things around you. Although I can't say, it may be related to the dissipation of your emotions... As the son of St. Gilles, we are naturally more sensitive to psionics than other legions."

Soshyan could only be silent and could not answer.

But malakin did not ask, but turned around and stared at the picture he had drawn.

"Everyone has his own secrets. No matter what secrets and responsibilities you shoulder, brother soshyan... Don't forget why you want to be an astat."