Chapter 109
My Empire Chapter 109
2020-11-03
Chapter 109 109 Missing"Tangning...Tangning...It's time to eat..." A soft and kind voice called out to someone in memory There were some vague names in it, and when Chris tried to open his mouth to answer the familiar shout, he realized that he couldn't.
He nervously extended the hand to grab the people and things in front of him, but finally found himself lifting the quilt and sitting up from the bed.
It's been a long time, haven't you dreamed? Chris looked at his palm through the moonlight outside the window and calmed down his nervousness.
Since he traveled to this world, he found that he could walk around the technology tree as if he was awake every night when he was sleeping. He can look at everything he wants, and he can look up and flip through any material.
So when he sleeps at night, he is more accustomed to using his cheat to strengthen his knowledge, because no matter how long he swims in the Sea of Consciousness in the technology tree, he will be refreshed after waking up. slept for so long.
Like today, there are really not many days when he really slept in the past - when he really closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace that the darkness brought him, he realized that he could not sleep in the past. Those familiar pasts, but just buried them deep in one's heart.
Those bits and pieces of the past, those relatives who fought for it...the warmth of the familiar home, in this other world where he can call the wind and summon the rain, never again will come back to him.
Already Alanhill's Emperor Your Majesty, he can enjoy the most expensive food, taste the most spicy wine, and even countless women are willing to let him enjoy it, but when he wakes up at night because of longing dreams, But only one person can miss the place called "home".
Although he has millions of troops to fight for him, although he has Civilian Court Official military officers to guard him, but the great emperor of Alanhill Supreme, Your Majesty, is always alone. one person.
He has no relatives in this world, and the cold graves outside Serris City are all this body misses in this world. And his soul from China in the 21st century can only live alone in this world.
For a moment, Chris even felt that he was so crazy to build an industrial civilization, so desperate to create planes, cars, trains and ships, but it was just because of missing.
He misses another world, misses the world he may never go back to - so he can only use the power he has to turn this world into that world, even in some details, He was stubbornly reluctant to change, just trying to find that familiar feeling...
Chris lifted the quilt over his lap, rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the soft carpet superior. The moonlight shone on the loaded pistol on the bedside table, reflecting a faint silver light.
Even if he is an emperor now, his fragile sense of security is not as good as lying on that warm bed before crossing. At least that time he didn't have to worry, one day a magician would suddenly appear in his room and turn him into charcoal with a magic.
Extend the hand, touched the switch beside him, and Chris found a familiar feeling in his memory in this world again. He turned on the light with a click, and the moonlit room immediately lit up.
"Is there anything you need, Your Majesty?" The guard who was just outside the door pushed open the door and asked softly about the great Great Emperor, who was already the master of all mortals. Today's duty is a youngster, dressed in neat military uniform.
They all followed the emperor Your Majesty every day, watching the sages who came to flee from beyond a thousand li to bow down to him, watching the pious commoners screaming at him frantically, watching The beautiful woman kisses the back of his hand like a pilgrimage.
Each of these guards responsible for Chris's safety is loyal, carefully selected, and even has strict height standards. Each of them is proud to be the personal bodyguard of Your Majesty, Emperor of Alanhill, and they are willing to give their lives for Your Majesty, the Emperor of Alanhill.
And guarding beside the emperor, watching their emperor work diligently, to make Alanhill more beautiful, they love this emperor who looks sacred but very human.
They have never seen other emperors, but the Chris Your Majesty in front of him is amiable and never loses his temper. There are only secretariat staff and a small number of servants around him. With Emperor Your Majesty, the escort's job seems a lot easier.
It's just that these guards have a feeling that this emperor Your Majesty always seems to be out of tune with everything around him. He doesn't seem to integrate himself into this world, and has been wandering in an unfamiliar gray area.
An old man who came to join Chris and was finally appointed to work in the cultural publicity department once described Chris's state vividly. After talking to Chris, the old man expressed his feelings frankly: "He lives here, but he is always ready to leave."
"I'm fine, just get up and move!" Chris stood up from the bed and glanced at the pistol on the bedside table again, not reaching for the security that was so close at hand. He walked straight to the door in his pajamas, full of mockery of his own cowardice.
It would be nice to be a king who was assassinated in his pajamas, at least in his own castle - thought Chris. He walked out of the bedroom, walked into the corridor, looked at the exquisite landscape paintings hanging on both sides, and walked all the way to the vicinity of the stairs.
The secretary on duty in the attendant room and the waiter on duty tonight have followed, looking towards the guards behind Chris, asking what happened with their eyes. They all have their own duty rooms. Naturally, unlike the security guards, they can lie down on the desk in the office and sleep for a while.
Chris saw more and more army behind him at the entrance of the stairs, which had begun to have a grandiose trend, and a wry smile appeared on his face: the ordinary life he was familiar with would never return to him. . His every move now represents the most eye-catching major event in this empire.
He regretted saying that he just wanted to walk around casually and experience the quiet and ordinary life in the middle of the night, so he could only lift his feet and go down the stairs. And those who have followed him, of course, can only go downstairs with the mysterious emperor Your Majesty.
Heavy and dense footsteps sounded in the castle, and more guards and servants crowded downstairs, watching Your Majesty, the emperor who never stayed at night, walk down the stairs and walk straight to himself. in front of the office.
The guards guarding there line up and help Chris open the door. The waiter jumped into the room and turned on the light for Chris. Tiny yellow incandescent lights came on, illuminating the room from four directions.
The blueprint slumped on the huge drafting table is as messy as it is during the day, and all around is full of books written by Chris - this room is arguably the most familiar place for Chris. He often works here after crossing, and because of his work, it is full of the atmosphere of the 21st century.
The books here are all books from Earth that Chris is familiar with, and the patterns on the chairs here are all from Earth in the 21st century. The incandescent light bulb here reminds Chris of the dim lights in his house when he was a kid...
"Sorry! I suddenly remembered something and wanted to record it, so I went here." Chris said to the man behind him. The attendants and the servants on duty were apologetically laughed.
He didn't have the embarrassment to tell the truth, so he could only say such a white lie to cover up his embarrassment: "I don't have any orders to issue, the servants should go back to rest. Leave a servant to guard. Just outside, I'll tell you if I need it."
Let the people behind him disperse, Chris walked over to the chair and looked at the picture he drew during the day. complex blueprint. It was a design drawing of a large transformer, and no one could help him share the work for the time being.
Chris reached out and stroked the line that was exactly the same as the blueprint reflected in his mind, and suddenly remembered that he had been in this world for more than two years. This is a very embarrassing time, because he has been familiar with everything here for two years, but he has not had time to forget himself in another world.
Go to the sofa in the corner, sit down and sink into a fluffy package. Chris glanced at the books on the wall that he had dictated and recorded by others, as well as the books he had written himself, diluting his nostalgia for the past with a sense of accomplishment.
Outside the door of the study where the sentimental emperor Your Majesty was, the secretaries of the servants' room who were awakened were discussing with the general manager in charge of the emperor Your Majesty's living room about the abnormality of the emperor Your Majesty tonight.
"Your Majesty never sleeps, why did you suddenly get up tonight?" the slightly panicked secretary on duty looked at the emperor Your Majesty's steward and asked.
"This is not a good phenomenon. It may be too stressful or too busy..." old steward, who is in charge of Chris's daily life, is also very concerned about this kind of thing, and he followed the analysis. .
"Will... inform the cabinet?" The secretary was a little uncertain. He didn't know whether to take the emperor Your Majesty's daily life to the cabinet for study.
"Uh, I think it's better to inform Lord Dez and Lord Deans." Steward thought about it and felt that it was necessary to inform the cabinet about the state of mind of Emperor Your Majesty. After all, Emperor Your Majesty is not an ordinary person. He is the god of Alanhill...
Then, on the second day, the Emperor Your Majesty didn't stay up late to draw for more than a year, and the news that he got up and went to the drawing room last night reached the cabinet.
"As expected of Wei (***** (xing) (zi) Huang (zou) Emperor (hui) Majesty (tu) His Majesty (ji)...' After hearing this news, Holding a stack of documents, Smith, Minister of Industry and Technology, exclaimed with admiration.
(End of this chapter)