When Opal opened his eyes again, he was indescribably comfortable, and the fatigue of the days was swept away.
This was the fourth day that he came to the Grip of Rotating Light. He pushed open the door and went out. The two guards outside the door immediately stood at attention and saluted.
Opal waved his hand to indicate that he should not be too restrained, but then he thought that they were soldiers, but they didn't know what to say.
He touched his groaning stomach. It was eleven o'clock in the morning, just in time to go to the cafeteria to eat two meals together. As they walked through the hall, civilian officers noticed him and bowed slightly in salute.
Opal was a little uncomfortable, they didn't care much about their actions before, so Corolin planned to keep him... He entered the cafeteria, and Alan walked over quickly and said, "Why are you still here? ?"
Opal raised his head and said, "What's wrong? I just woke up."
Allen said, "Hurry up and go to the Hanging Garden. Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."
Opal said: "But I haven't eaten yet..."
Allen said: "Don't eat here, pack up your things, and live on the top. You don't need to live on this floor anymore."
"Alan," another officer outside asked.
"I forgot about it." Allen urged Opal to get up and said, "Is Your Majesty urging you?"
The officer said: "He is talking to Lord Irang, and there should be half an hour before lunch."
Alan was relieved, and quickly walked over with Opal, watched him pack his things, and then took him to more than 700 floors.
There is an oval-shaped living area with a palace in the center. There are only a few small robots that shuttle from time to time to clean the garden. Allen said: "You will live here in the future, and you can choose any room. If you need someone, you Just go to the lift platform and press a button, and an orderly will come to listen to your order."
Opal stepped onto the terrace and looked around. This was the place where he had come that night and talked to Cororin. The plants in the garden palace were lush and green, and a transparent energy envelope shrouded the outside.
"There's no orderlies here?" Opal was a little bit incredulous.
"No." Allen said, "Your Majesty doesn't need guards, and he doesn't want too many people to stay here, but you are not within this range, you can walk around at will."
Opal said, "He doesn't have a son...or relatives?"
Allen shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "In the past, his guards also had access to this place... but it was only access rights. You are the first person other than Your Majesty to live on the 700th floor. Please cherish this opportunity."
Opal nodded, and Allen retired outside the garden.
Who is Cororin hosting? He shouldn't be here.
When will Rector contact himself? Opal was in a complicated mood. He walked along the road in the center of the fountain to the side of the palace and looked around. Inside was a huge data hall. When he walked in, he found that the walls of the ring hall were full of storage compartments. Row all the way from the ground to the ceiling.
Several light-screen readers were placed in front of the table. A library robot came to help. Opal waved his hand and said, "No help needed."
He walked through the library. So far, all the doors here are open, and the way is unobstructed. There is an armory, and outside the armory is a wide platform, which is expected to be used for martial arts.
The circular corridor stretches out from the hall on the east side, forming a transparent air walkway. Opal walks in the spotless transparent pipe, as if walking in the sky with the grip of rotatory light reaching a height of 10,000 meters.
There was also a metal plate on the ground in front of the walkway, with four wheels on it.
Opal knew what it was called skateboarding and how it was played. They used wood to do it on B-11 and Oman before, but I didn't expect Cororin to like it too.
He stepped on the metal plate, stepped on the ground a few times with one foot, carrying the bag on one shoulder, his slender body slammed through the transparent pipe, stepped on the edge of the metal plate, kicked it up, it felt really great !
Does anyone still play this retro stuff? Opal looked at the metal plate curiously, and found a line of unfamiliar words written below it.
[This is an antique on the ancient earth. ] Cororin's voice sounded directly in Opal's mind: [Opal, your boots are too dirty, remember to wipe them clean after stepping on them. ] Opal looked around awkwardly and replied: [Okay…Okay, Your Majesty, where are you?]Cololin: [I have something to do, are you hungry? Just wait if you're not hungry. ] Opal nodded, wiped the skateboard clean and put it away, noticed a line of dusty footprints left where he walked, a home robot came out to scrub, and was immediately depressed, sat down and took off his boots and socks. , leaving the hallway barefoot.
The palace is very clean, the carpets are warm and refreshing, and the feeling of stepping on the ground with bare feet is very comfortable. Opal has a vague feeling of returning home. In the past, he would only take off his military boots when he returned to the spaceship. Walk on the carpet, unrestrained and free.
He opened the rooms one by one and looked at them. They were all neatly tidied up. No one had ever lived in them. Each room was spacious and bright. The beds were big and comfortable.
Like Lie Xing's, Opal likes this retro pattern. Compared with the cold sleeping pods on many technology planets, this soft big bed is more intimate.
He put away his simple luggage and continued to open the door to look at the room. Is it a waste to live alone in so many rooms
The door on the opposite side opened as soon as it was pushed. There seemed to be people living in this room, a shirt was thrown on the bed, and a pair of black metal boat shoes was thrown in the corner.
Is this Corinthian's room? !
Opal walked around inside and saw some simple knickknacks on the table. There was an iron box filled with small stones, which seemed to be picked up from the garden.
Next to the iron box sits a small robot—a bit like the E7, and the navigation robot in the Sanctuary of Stars.
The only difference is that its camera is round, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time.
Is this what Cororin did himself? Opal picked it up and looked at it. There was no serial number, and the small square robot shell was covered with rust. After searching for a long time, there was only one manual switch.
Opal opened it, looked at the display panel on its chest, and asked, "Hey, what's your name?"
The little robot turned on the light beepingly, and it fell down with a bang. Opal was startled, for fear that it would break. However, the little robot was very fast, rushed towards the wall with a bang, and bumped again, the camera on its head. It fell with a clatter.
"Wait!" Opal hurriedly went to pick up the camera, thinking that he was in trouble, and when he turned back, the little robot had already rushed out of the room.
"Hey! I said wait!" Opal said: "Stop! Command, stand by!"
The little robot was banging around in front of the corridor like crazy, and Opal thought frantically that it was over! He rolled and crawled to chase, but the little robot was so fast that it shot out of the corridor in the blink of an eye, and Opal rushed to catch it.
The little robot made a circle in the center of the hall.
"I don't quite agree with some of your Chamber of Commerce's ideas." Cororin's voice sounded.
Opal flew and rolled in the center of the hall. In front of Cororin and another middle-aged man, he appeared embarrassed. The two people who were talking in the hall stopped talking at the same time and watched Opal's series of movements.
"I... I'm unintentional!" Opal hurriedly said.
He almost caught the little robot, but it was running so fast that it rushed out of his arms in an instant.
Cororin said: "This is my apprentice, Your Excellency."
Cororin stretched out his left hand to smooth it over, and the switch behind the little robot jumped up and stopped in the center of the hall.
"This is Lord Ijan of the Punes Chamber of Commerce."
The middle-aged man bowed slightly to Opal, who nodded and said, "Hello."
Embarrassed enough, he lifted the little robot, and Coroline said, "As you wish, Opal."
Opal stood aside and watched Cororin.
In the center of the hall was a throne-like high-backed chair, and Cororin sat in the throne, squinting.
Today, he is wearing a black robe, his hair is slightly longer than Raymond's, his eyes are like beautiful and deep obsidian, and his collar is open, revealing his toned chest.
Like Opal, he has no shoes, and has a black and gold anklet on his bare and clean ankle, rests his elbow on the armrest of the throne, and presses his fingers against each other, half sunk in shadow, as if thinking, and as if in daze.
"Your Majesty." Lord Irang said: "Sybil and Long have always been at odds with me, and the Puens Chamber of Commerce is no longer the same as before."
Cororin said: "You want me to put pressure on the empire, and now I tell you clearly, I can't do it. My goal is not the empire, you can only find other ways to solve it yourself."
Lord Irang didn't speak, and Coroline said, "But I can send you some people as a guard on your business journey. I think the guard of the King of the Meteor Stars can act as a bargaining chip in your hands."
Lord Irang seems to be still thinking.
Cororin said: "That's it. I promise you that this matter will be settled in five years, and it should be put on the agenda. There will be a time later, lord."
Lord Irang withdrew, and Coroline pondered for a moment, stretched out a hand, and beckoned to Opal.
Opal walked over, and Cororin's eyes first stayed on the little robot in his hand, and then moved to his eyes with an inquiry look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Opal said. "I'm a little curious."
Cororin took the camera and the little robot and said, "I'll see if it's broken."
Opal knelt down beside the throne on one knee, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair, watching Cororin check it out.
"Where did you get this?" Opal asked. "Very strange little robot."
Cororin put the camera back on the little robot and said, "A pioneer in exploring high-dimensional space, the navigator on the Wheel of Time gave it to Nolan, and Nolan passed it on to me."
Opal said again: "It won't break, I... I think this may be important to you, I'm really sorry, Your Majesty."
Coroline glanced at the opal and said, "I don't open it very often. Its commemorative significance is greater than its practical effect."
"Do you repair ships and assemble robots?" Opal asked.
Cororin handed the little robot to Opal and said, "Take it to my room."
Opal went to put it back in place. When he came out, lunch was already set. There were two places next to the small dining table. Coroline sat in the sun and pointed to another chair, motioning him to sit.
The robot placed the lunch, poured two glasses of wine, and served fresh local dishes on the plate, including fried fish steak, shrimp and meat steak, and fruit as a side dish.
"I don't have any special requirements for food." Opal said with a smile.
"Neither do I. What do you eat on the sphinx?" Coroline said. "I remember Queen Perrin served me with desert fish."
"That's what the nobles eat." Opal searched his mind about the customs of the Sphinx, and replied with a smile: "It's usually good to have dry bread and a little cured meat."
Coroline held up the glass, and Opal followed suit.
Coroline: "I wish you a long life."
Opal: "I wish you a long life."
Opal still has a vague sense of unreality to this day - it seems that he was still at home yesterday, and when he wakes up, he will eat at a table with the king of meteorites, Cororin, today. matter.
What was he thinking about? When Opal wanted to find something to say, but he didn't know his emotions, when he was thinking about how to open the topic, Coroline opened his mouth first and said, "How do you feel about this place?"
"It's beautiful." Opal said, "To be honest, it's not the same as what the outside world thinks of you."
Coroline said with a rare smile: "I have never cared much about what other people think of me."
Opal nodded and asked, "Why did you suddenly think of building this place? I mean... You told me yesterday that you used to be a star knight. What is a star knight?"
Cororin said: "The Knights of the Stars are a group of people who have inherited the sanctuary civilization of Cykeria. In the eyes of many people, they are omnipotent existences like me."
Opal nodded slowly and looked at Cororin. He was dressed in a black robe and had no extra accessories except for the black and gold anklets. He was handsome and masculine, with a solemn and restrained kingly majesty.
Cororin said: "It was the teacher who trained me to be a star knight, and his name was Recht. I once thought that one day, I would invite my teacher to the grip of the rotating light, chat with him, and say Point our original ideals and beliefs, have a cup of tea, and let him appreciate the world I created."
Opal said, "Is he still there?"
Coroline nodded and said: "Yes, but his only thought is to kill me, hatred and disappointment, and self-blame blinded his heart. He has lived longer than me, and the years have made his thinking into a stereotype, and he can no longer be rational. look at what I do.”
Opal didn't dare to ask any more questions. The two had eaten and walked in the garden.
"Opal, I want to ask you one thing first." Coroline said solemnly: "Are you willing to enter the empire I created with my own hands, inherit my beliefs, and become my apprentice? I will use all my skills. I have taught you all, I think, you already have a preliminary concept these days."
"Yes," said Opal. "I am very willing, Your Majesty."
Coroline stopped and stared at him seriously. His eyes seemed to look into the deepest part of Opal's soul. Opal's heart was beating wildly. For a moment, he doubted that he could see through the memory laid down by Ledgerson. Barrier, pull out the real him completely, and give him another sword.
No... He doesn't have this ability. Opal thinks of the Aurora Falcon in the inner memory world, and the Aurora Falcon is also an undercover agent. Although Recht didn't go into too much detail, since the Aurora Falcon has deceived him, it also proves that Cororin can't break through. Ledgerson's Barrier.
"Your purpose is very simple." Coroline said: "To be honest, I am not very satisfied with you."
Opal said: "What... what? I don't understand."
Cororin pondered, walking down the icy path with his hands behind his back, the black and gold anklets making a fine sound on his ankles.
"Your form of belief is the most special I've ever seen." Cororin said: "Abyss, what does the abyss symbolize? You actually know very well in your heart that you can only see, not even chase... It may symbolize a kind of never get…”
Opal: "Feelings, goals."
Cororin glanced at Opal and walked to the side of the palace.
"When I was an apprentice." Cororin said, "I also touched the realm of belief with this simple awe. Although it is fundamentally different from your mentality, in the end, it is the same thing. ."
Opal always felt that every sentence of Coroline's words was very complicated. He didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't allow him to think too much. He had to understand it on the surface and asked: "When you were an apprentice... it's the same as I am now. Yes? To your teacher... well I mean... "
Cororin said: "To be exact, it's not the same. Back then, I had the idea of respecting my teacher, and I worked hard to do everything for his praise and affirmation, because he gave me my soul. The freedom that I unknowingly imitated his every move, learning from him that he guarded all that matters in the universe, was the source of my beliefs for the first time."
Opal vaguely felt something, and then instantly understood it!
He stared at Cororin blankly, and quickly analyzed what he said in the inner memory world. Cororin thought that Opal fell in love with him!
He once overlapped the image of Raymond with that of Coroline and then separated, and his crazy thoughts, attachment and love for Raymond were all left in the world of outer memory, and Coroline must have read about him more than once. Inside - read about his love for himself.
In other words, the thoughts of his own admiration were already visible in the eyes of Cororin.
How did he interpret this feeling? Admiration for him? Or is it love at first sight
No wonder he said that his purpose is very simple. Cororin must have thought that Opal wanted to follow him all the time because he liked him, and persistently learn the power of faith for him, and become a star knight... In the final analysis , All this was arranged by Ledgerson.
But doesn't he have the slightest affection for Coroline due to the dislocation of his image? Even Opal himself is a little confused. Raymond is his clone. Coroline created a completely identical self from character to behavior many years ago. Now that he has seen the body, can it be understood as Opal and Raymond have been separated for thousands of years, and when they meet again, they are still the same person, but everything is different from that year.
Even if he and Raymond are separated for a thousand years, ten thousand years, will he still be him when we meet again
Opal was completely lost.
He followed behind Coroline and realized that he was thinking a little too much. He didn't know when Coroline would read his heart, and he didn't notice it, but if he stayed silent for a long time, the other party would Something is bound to be found wrong.
"Isn't it better to be simple?" Opal said.
Coroline stepped on the skateboard and slowly slid through the transparent air glass corridor, saying, "Your attachment is different from mine. This belief will always be questioned by myself. It can last for hundreds of years. The stability for thousands of years will one day be replaced by other ideas.”
"Opal, I don't want you to take my beliefs as your own, you must have your own ideas and goals."
Opal chased after him, and the two walked through the west corridor. Opal asked again, "Your Majesty, what is your belief?"
Coroline glanced at him, and Opal was a little nervous uncomfortably.
He sat down in the middle of the corridor, motioned for Opal to sit across from him, and the two sat cross-legged.
"Let's follow behind Nolan, the star knight, to find the origin of this world until the day when the universe collapses. Would you like to?" Coroline stared into Opal's eyes and said solemnly.
Opal nodded and said, "Yes, I will."
Corolin said: "If you betray me, I will end your life with my own hands. You must ensure that every word you say now is worthy of your soul. From now on, you must be loyal to me and no longer be affected by others. belief influences and shakes.”
"What you have come into contact with before this moment, any thoughts that are hostile to me, have no effect on my prejudice. I am pardoning your past while saying this." Coroline looked into Opal's eyes , the palm gently wiped in front of him: "Whether we were enemies or good friends in the past, all past events have been written off, the past is no longer important, you have a future dominated by yourself."
Opal was secretly frightened, but he had no time to think. He stared at Coroline's palm. At this moment, he could no longer have the slightest idea of confronting him, and replied seriously: "Yes."
They were sitting at a height of 10,000 meters above the ground, and Cororin said, "Today I will teach you the first lesson of being a star knight, belief, and belief."