"Whew-"

The fire in the fireplace was running out, occasionally bursting out a few sparks, the temperature had begun to drop, and the room was very quiet.

The feeling of dizziness hit again, as if the blood rushed to the head at once, and the temples of the hidden eyebrows suddenly beat violently. Sether was still looking at her, and she didn't like the look in his eyes, so she simply turned her head away.

"I didn't call you a slave when you and I were face to face," Sether reopened, "Do you know why?"

"Uh, to make me feel better?" she said and wanted to bite her tongue and kill herself, which couldn't be too stupid.

"That's right. Not to mention the Emperor, the purpose of the Empire's existence is to protect the fragile emotions of you people. Sether sarcastically replied.

"Why?" replied honestly, "I really don't know. ”

"Do you think I don't know what you're saying about me behind your back?" continued Sether as if he hadn't heard her, "Or do you think I don't know what you have to say about my father?

Yin Xin's eyebrows were silent.

"But I don't care, I don't care. Sether shrugged, "I'll tell you the truth, it's a great feeling to be on top, it's a great feeling to be in power! I don't care if people approach me for money or power, because I see through them, I control them." I know the laws by which empires work, just as I know myself and my duties. He suddenly walked up to her and stared at her intently, "But you're different, like you said, you've probably never been passionate about anything, and you don't fucking care, do you?"

Yin Xinmei nodded in acknowledgement.

"You're the only one who can be traced to the Hidden Lotus, your parents are still alive in the world, your people, your stamps, and those dreams and prophecies—haven't you ever had strange dreams or prophecies? Don't tell me you don't. If so many unique marks don't touch you, then why should you live?" she remembered the trumpet, but she didn't gnaw, and Sesher continued aggressively above her head, "I didn't treat you like a woman or a slave when I walked into this room. I used to see you as an enemy, but I was so wrong, you are not a slave, much less an enemy," he said word by word, bending down and pointing into her ear, "you are a worm, a worm in the truest sense that the whole world owes you a wretched worm who hides behind the coffin board and shires away from responsibility. ”

She was shaky, felt her knees go limp, and her head hurt terribly. Shame hit her in waves, she felt a burst of heat and a chill on her body, her head seemed to be roasted by fire, her stomach was tumbling, and she tried to defend but couldn't squeeze out a word.

"You should die when you're seven years old. He said softly, giving her the final fatal blow.

He mercilessly ripped off the fig leaf she relied on for a living and tore it to shreds.

In retrospect, Sether couldn't remember anything specific after she said this, as if he had drunk a piece of liquor, and he might have said something but she had no impression at all, and even her subconscious couldn't bear the sudden humiliation, so she simply took it upon herself to shave that memory.

"Do you hear that?" Seiser's voice seemed to come from afar.

"What, what, what sound·······" She was dazed and stammered.

"Listen—"

It took a long time before she heard Sether's voice. It seemed that someone was singing, in a language she did not understand, melodious and melodious, but strangely it was impossible to tell where the singer came from, and it seemed to be in the house at one moment, and the next it seemed to be on the wilderness of the ground.

The fire in the fireplace was completely extinguished, and the chill gradually set in, and the song was neither like a man nor a woman, making her pores stand on end, and she instinctively clenched the sword at her waist.

"Are there any bards or circus shows in the city?" she said, her tongue tied in a knot.

"Yes and should be in prison," Sether commanded her, carrying a flint pistol from behind her desk, "and bring the torch." ”

She complied, and as soon as they took the torch in their hands, they felt something approaching.

In an instant, a strong wind struck, and all the torches on the wall were extinguished.