Chapter 109: miss

"Tangning... Tangning... dinner..." A soft and kind voice called out a name that was a little vague in his memory. When Chris wanted to open his mouth to answer the familiar shout, he found himself open. Do not open your mouth.

He stretched out his hand nervously to catch the people and things in front of him, but finally found himself lifted his quilt and sat up from the bed.

For a long time, haven't you dreamed? Chris looked at his palm by the moonlight outside the window, calming down his nervousness.

Since traveling into this world, he found that he could walk around the tech tree as if he was awake every night when he was asleep. He can see everything he wants to see, and he can also search through any information.

So when he sleeps at night, he is more accustomed to using his golden fingers to strengthen his knowledge, because no matter how long he swims in the ocean of knowledge of the science and technology tree, he will be full of energy after waking up as if he really slept for so long.

Just 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 was not able to use the familiar past, but just took them. It's buried deep in my heart.

Those bit by bit of the past, those relatives who fought for them... the warmth of that familiar home, in this other world where he can call the wind and rain, will never return to his side.

Already His Majesty the Emperor Ailan Hill, 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, he can only be alone. I miss the place called "home".

Although he has a million army to fight for him, and even though he has civil servants and military officers who will guard him, the great Elan Hill's supreme Emperor, His Majesty, has always been just a single person.

He doesn't have a family member in this world, and the pile of icy graves on the outskirts of Seris is what this body misses in this world. And he, the soul of China from the 21st century, can only live alone in this world.

For a moment, Chris even felt that he was so crazy to establish an industrial civilization, and that he wanted to make airplanes, cars, trains and ships so urgently, but it was just because he missed it.

He missed another world, missed the world he might never go back to, so he could only use the power he had to turn this world into that world, and even in some details, he was stubborn and unwilling to change. I just want to let myself find the familiar feeling...

Chris lifted the quilt on his lap, rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, stepping on the soft carpet with his feet. The moonlight shone on the pistol full of bullets on the bedside table, shining with a faint silver light.

Even if he is now an emperor, the fragile sense of security is not as good as lying on that warm bed before crossing. At least he doesn't need to worry at that time, one day a magician will suddenly appear in his room and use a magic to turn him into charcoal.

Reaching out and touching the switch beside him, Chris found a familiar feeling in his memory in this world. He turned on the light with a click, and the moon-filled room immediately brightened.

"Is there anything you need, Your Majesty." The guard who was guarding the door pushed open the door and asked softly this great emperor who was already a common master of mortals. Today is a young man on duty, wearing a neat military uniform.

They followed the emperor every day, watching sages who came from thousands of miles away kneeling to him, watching devout common people screaming at him frantically, watching beautiful women kissing him like a pilgrimage Back of the hand.

Each of these guards responsible for Chris's safety is loyal, carefully selected, and even has strict standards for height. Each of them is proud to be the personal guard of Emperor Ailan Hill, and they are willing to lay down their lives for their Emperor.

The guards were by the emperor's side, watching their emperor's hard work, and running around for the better of Ailan Hill. They loved this emperor who looked sacred, but was very humane.

They have never seen other emperors, but the Majesty Chris in front of you is kind and never loses his temper. Only the staff of the Secretariat and a small number of servants serve and follow the emperor. The work of guards seems to be all. It's much easier.

It's just that these guards have a feeling that this emperor always seems to be incompatible with everything around him. He doesn't seem to integrate himself into this world, and has been walking in an unfamiliar gray area.

An old man who came to Chris and was finally appointed to work in the cultural propaganda department once described Chris' status vividly. After talking with Chris, the old man said frankly his feelings: "He lives here, but he is always ready to leave."

"I'm fine, just get up and move around!" Chris got up from the bed and glanced at the pistol on the bedside table again, without reaching for the sense of security that was close at hand. He walked straight to the door in his pajamas, his heart full of timid mockery.

It's not bad to be a king who was assassinated in his pajamas, at least he could die in his own castle, Chris thought. 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 waiter's room and the waiter on duty tonight have followed, looked at the guards behind Chris, and asked with their eyes what happened. They all have their own duty rooms. Naturally, unlike the guards in charge of security, they can slept on the desk in the office and sleep for a while.

Chris saw more and more of him behind him at the stairway, and there was already a mighty army, with a wry smile on his face: the ordinary life he was familiar with would never come back to him. His every move now represents the most eye-catching event of this empire.

He was embarrassed to say that he just wanted to walk around casually and experience the quiet and ordinary life at night, so he could only lift his foot down the stairs. And those who have already followed him, of course, can only go downstairs with the mysterious Emperor His Majesty.

Heavy and dense footsteps sounded in the castle, and more guards and servants flocked upstairs, watching the emperor, who had almost never been at night, walked down the stairs and walked straight to the door of his office.

The guards there stood on both sides and helped Chris push the door open. The waiter entered the room first and helped Chris turn on the lights. The yellowish incandescent lamp lights up, illuminating the entire room from four directions.

The drawings slumped on the huge drawing table were as messy as during the day, surrounded by books written by Chris. This room can be said to be the most familiar place for Chris. He often worked here after crossing, and because of his work, here is full of the atmosphere of the 21st century.

The books here are all books from the earth that Chris is familiar with, and the patterns of the chairs here are all from the earth in the 21st century. The incandescent light bulbs here reminded Chris of the dim lights in his home when he was a child...

"Sorry! I suddenly remembered something and wanted to record it, so I went here." Chris smiled apologetically to the attendant and the servant on duty behind him.

He was not embarrassed 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 people in the attendant's room should go back and rest. Just leave a servant outside, I I will say if there is a need."

Let the people behind him disperse, Chris walked to the front of the chair and looked at the complicated blueprint he had drawn during the day. That is a design drawing of a large transformer, and no one can help him share the work for the time being.

Chris stretched out his hand and stroked the line that was exactly the same as the drawing that had appeared 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 in two years, but he has not had time to forget himself in another world.

Walked to the sofa in the corner, sat down and plunged the whole person into a soft package. Chris scanned the full list of books he had dictated by others on the wall, as well as books written by himself, diluting his longing for the past with a sense of accomplishment.

And outside the door of the study room where the sentimental His Majesty the emperor was, the secretaries in the attendant's room who were awakened were discussing with the general manager in charge of the life of the emperor about the abnormality of the emperor tonight.

"Your Majesty never suffers from insomnia, how come you suddenly wake up tonight?" The slightly panicked secretary on duty looked at the emperor's housekeeper with some anxiety and asked.

"This is not a good phenomenon. It may be too stressful, or too busy..." The old housekeeper is in charge of Chris's daily life, and is also very concerned about this kind of thing, opening his mouth and following the analysis.

"Use... to inform the cabinet?" The secretary was a little uncertain. He didn't know whether to take the emperor's life to the cabinet for study.

"Uh, I think it's better to notify Master Desai and Master Deans." The butler thought for a while, and felt that the Emperor's mental state must be notified to the cabinet. After all, His Majesty is not an ordinary person, he is Ai Lanxi. The God of Ill...

Then, on the next day, His Majesty the Emperor did not stay up late to draw for more than a year. The news that he got up and went to the drawing room last night was passed to the cabinet.

"You deserve to be your majesty the great emperor..." After hearing the news, holding a stack of documents, the Minister of Industry and Technology Smith exclaimed with admiration on his face.