Sara

He and Jehophasa slept together for the first time in a long time, and it used to be as natural to them as breathing, even when they didn't have the same heart for each other.

Yofasa still likes to lie on his back, Linshu lay on his side, with his arms wrapped around the waist of the person around him, hugging Yofasa made him feel safe.

When he woke up a few hours later, his arms were empty.

The cold neon light illuminated his side, but there was nothing.

He stood up and looked around, noticing the open drawer where he had put the novel Yofasa had read, and now there was nothing there.

Jehofasa left, taking the book with him.

Linshu stood up abruptly. Fortunately, Yofasa's level and physical strength were limited, so he didn't feel back pain. He put on his clothes as quickly as possible, opened the door and went to the opposite side.

The door on the opposite side was ajar, but he pushed it open.

But here, like his drawers, was empty, with nothing, only the standard furniture and furnishings of various apartments.

He closed his eyes, and used his own contact with the emperor to find the location of Jehophasa, but only got a vague direction, which must be far away from here.

He went back to his room to get the keys, went downstairs, stepped into his car, and with the roar of the engine, he ran towards the end of the night.

-

The train station in Xibohai Bay is far away from where he lives, and it took Yofasa a long time to come here.

He didn't expect Feiger to pick him up in person.

"Are you having fun?" Feiger smiled at him in the VIP waiting room. He always looked tired, with a faint cyan under his eyes. "Because you were late saying goodbye to your friends?"

Yofasa sat on a soft chair and flipped through an old paper book in his hand: "Well, he is very reluctant to part with me."

"You seem to have made some pretty good friends," Feiger said. "They're going to freak out after a while."

Jehofasa looked away from the pages of the book, and he thought about the near future, a future that might be good or bad.

He didn't know whether it was good or bad to do that, but it was always right to make the decision in his own hands.

A reminder sound came from his pocket, Yofasha took out the terminal, glanced at the screen, put down the book and got up, walked to the distance, avoiding Feiger.

The communication came from the person who was sleeping with him not long ago. The moment he connected, he heard the howling wind, which was mixed with Linshu's shouts.

"Zacharias! Where are you going?"

Yofasa stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his scarlet eyes darkened by the night: "Don't come here."

Even though Linshu had to rush here from his residence, it would definitely be too late, he still said so.

"Sakaria, listen to me, we knew each other before, I was from the palace..." Linshu stuck his shell, and he quickly continued, "I took you away from the palace, you used to... and It's different now, we have encountered many things, I know you are not an indifferent person, ahem..."

"It's too complicated, I will tell you slowly, anyway, I like you, and I was pursuing you before your accident."

"I made a wrong decision and caused you a lot of grievances and injuries. I know that you may be wary of me, but I don't want to deceive you."

"I dare not tell you these days because I am afraid that you will treat me as a dangerous person if you don't remember me. I..."

He chattered a lot, took a breath from time to time, and was choked to cough. He had to seize the last chance and leave Yofasha behind.

The direct train to the imperial capital was about to arrive. Yofasha glanced at the retro wall clock on top and interrupted him: "If you get closer, you will die."

Linshu was silent for a few seconds.

The wind in the communication was exceptionally clear.

"I can't stay close," he said, "Zacharias, I like you."

Yofasa blinked, he heard the sound of the train coming into the station, the rails rubbing against the wheels and vibrating.

"I don't trust you," he said.

"but……"

"Mr Linn, I don't want you dead, I want you alive."

His voice, which has not changed much, overlaps with that of many years ago. He once said similar things, and now there is an extra "Mr.", which is both polite and rusty.

Before Linshu could speak again, he hung up the communication.

Someone came to remind them to get in the car, Yofasa walked back to the seat just now, and found that Feiger was flipping through the books he had put down, and his fingers happened to rest on the "Sara" on the title page.

Feiger looked at Yofasha. He seemed very nervous, his fingers trembled slightly, his breathing was disordered, and even his heartbeat might not be in sync.

That name brought back bad memories for the former emperor's guardian, who was using all his willpower to keep his cool.

Yofasa didn't explain anything. He asked the staff for a signature pen, took off the cap, and crossed out the name that had been on the book for more than four years.

Then he wrote "Zachariah Jehophasa" at the bottom.

"Come on," he said to Feiger.

Feiger was in a daze for a moment, he quickly looked away, stood up with the table propped up, and walked step by step to the train leading to the imperial capital.

Yofasha walked beside him and took a step forward, with a tall and straight figure, a straight back, and long light golden hair like melted and flowing gold.

-

The emperor slept for a long time, so long that he thought it was a few months, but it was actually a year.

His guardian told him that you had some accidents, in order to protect you, we deleted part of your memory, you are actually 21 years old, but your memory is still there without accident.

This is too bad.thought the Emperor.He wasted three years for no reason, and his thinking ability is still at the limit.

But it seems that his thinking is different.

So he asked, what about 1103, what about the cat.

His guardian said that the cat had passed away, and the emperor nodded, expressing that he understood. Birth, old age, sickness and death are an inevitable process for every creature, and there is nothing wrong with accidents.

As for cats, they all look about the same, so just buy another one.

His guardian had a strange expression on his face. When he asked, the elderly man said that he was too tired.

Well, makes sense, he looks tired every day.The emperor accepted this statement.

After that, he has to regain the missing knowledge to ensure that "Leviathan" can run smoothly. After all, that is his greatest use. The title of emperor is just an empty shell to him.

It is said that his accident was so severe that in order to save him, his guardians consumed all the emperor's backups, as well as the resource pool used to create the emperor.

What a great courage. If the current emperor is not rescued, his end must be ugly.

But for this reason, the plan he had resolutely resisted to be implemented on the emperor had to be implemented, and he had no more power and qualifications to stop it.

There are many things that are different from what he remembered. His guardian's attitude towards him is much better than before. It can even be called cautious, for fear that any sentence will make him unhappy. Every time he conducts a new experiment, he will It took a lot of effort to explain it to him, and even asked someone to do psychological intervention for him.

He did feel uncomfortable at first, but gradually got used to it and became numb.

Apart from being troublesome, he rarely has unnecessary feelings.

Why should you care what other people think?He is not a human being himself, and it is understandable that others do not treat him as a human being.

But he was a little uncomfortable, he felt that there was something missing in him, he didn't know.

His "rehabilitation" continued to a certain extent, as if his guardian had participated in a certain campaign, from behind the scenes to the front stage, competing for flesh and blood with wolves and foxes in the council chamber.

For what?

In order to expand, expand, and expand the insignificant power in the emperor's hands, let him change from a puppet in gorgeous clothes to a real emperor.

This is worse than those nasty experiments, and these two nasty things have to be done at the same time.

His guardian is for his own good, and he himself understands, after all, he still understands the oriental saying "The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks".

What he doesn't understand is why his guardian is getting more and more verbose, always asking him how he is, always chatting with him like ordinary people, always suggesting him to make friends, and even recommending young men and women of the right age for him, from the very beginning Take all his possibilities into account.

It is worth mentioning that many of those people were gentle and considerate, kind and generous, slightly older than him, and it seemed that his guardian was sure he would like this.

The number of his experiments is gradually decreasing, and the direction and scale are also approaching gentleness.

But some things are hard to reverse.

Most of his requests will be met, which is the complete opposite of when he was a child. Unfortunately, he rarely asks for anything beyond the rules, except for this vacation.

He wanted to come out and play, he was too bored.

Surprisingly, even this request was met. His guardian happened to be competing with another chief candidate. It is good to keep the emperor away from disputes, but he needs to allocate more energy to take care of both ends.

The emperor often felt that his guardians were not human.

The outside world is indeed very interesting, he was a little carried away, deliberately prolonging the time to go back, after being urged for the third time, he promised to go to Xibo Bay to stay for a few days before leaving.

In fact, after playing a lot, most places are similar. He thought that this place would not be much different from his previous itinerary.

Until he saw a big dog by the sea and wanted to touch its fluffy hair, after all it looked really nice to touch.

If he hadn't been so curious, maybe this was just an ordinary trip.

"You... hello."

Hearing this uninspiring greeting, he responded politely: "Hello."

This person who came to strike up a conversation, why...

Why……

He didn't expect the complete question after "why" to be approached by that person naturally and with his acquiescence.

It will be separated next, although there is no direct knife, but the whole may be relatively (?_?) written in a more obscure way, but you should be able to feel the problem of the emperor...