Chapter 5
The pajamas are too big.
He Xile had never worn clothes of this size before, and he was a little confused. He had to stop after walking a few steps to pull up his sleeves and pants to avoid tripping.
He Xile glanced carefully at the guard beside him, feeling a little embarrassed, and the temperature on his face rose slightly. He said, "I'm sorry."
Perhaps due to his personality, He Xile doesn't like to cause trouble to others.
——Of course, the stampede caused by the previous awakening of the collection was an uncontrolled accident.
"It's okay, sir, you can take your time."
The guards didn't mind the slow pace of the little human.
On the contrary, they were very happy to spend more time with He Xile.
He Xile smiled gratefully.
He walked forward again.
I don’t know why, but this time, the two guards beside him seemed to be competing with each other, each one getting closer to He Xile than the other.
When they reached the door, He Xile was almost carried back to his room.
"...I went in." He Xile said.
"Sir He Xile, I wish you a sweet dream."
"Sweet dreams."
The two guards saluted in unison and left the room.
He Xile breathed a sigh of relief.
The people on this planet are too enthusiastic.
After drying his hair with a towel the size of a bath towel, He Xile climbed onto the bed, covered himself with a large quilt, and sighed comfortably. After that, he did not go to sleep, but opened the temporary terminal on his wrist.
——Although due to the laws of this planet, He Xile now has a guardian with a special identity. The guardian needs to provide He Xile with the most basic food, clothing, shelter and transportation, just like parents on Earth treat their children.
But as an adult, He Xile could not feel at ease eating and living in a stranger's home for free.
He needs to integrate into this world as soon as possible.
The temporary terminal is equipped with a teaching mode, the purpose of which is to enable the empire's newborns to master the use of the terminal as quickly as possible.
He Xile clicked it and read it with great interest.
The temporary terminal is actually similar to the mobile phone on Earth, but it is connected to the nervous system, has a very fast response speed, and has many functions that are waiting for He Xile to explore himself.
After he finished reading the teaching mode and clicked on the shortcut icons to understand the general functions of each software, it was already past one in the morning. He Xile could hardly open his eyes. He quickly closed the terminal, lay down flat, and rubbed his head on the soft and comfortable pillow.
Try to support yourself as soon as possible.
This was He Xile's last thought before he fell into a deep sleep.
&
Early the next morning.
When He Xile opened his eyes, he found himself curled up in a small ball at the end of the bed, holding a large pillow tightly in his hands. Looking at the place where he had slept before, it was already seven or eight body lengths away from him.
He Xile blinked.
If the bed wasn't five meters wide and four meters long, he might have fallen off.
Fortunately, fortunately.
He turned over and moved to the center of the bed with a sense of crisis. He glanced at the time and it was only half past seven.
He went to bed late last night. The room was very quiet without any noise. The bed was soft and warm. It should have been very suitable for sleeping, but He Xile was a little attached to his bed. Coupled with his unfamiliarity with this strange planet, he felt a little uneasy, which led to a significant reduction in his sleep time.
The body doesn't lie.
Not long after waking up, He Xile yawned several times in succession.
After lying there in a daze for a while, he finally felt much more awake.
He Xile stretched his limbs slowly and stretched himself. He heard his bones crackling and felt extremely comfortable all over.
After getting up, He Xile went to wash up.
The sink is a bit high.
He Xile looked around, moved a decorative wooden block next to the green plants, stepped on it, and could barely see himself in the mirror.
He still looks the same as he did on Earth.
He has soft black hair and skin inherited from his mother, which looks a little too white. His face is tight and his pores are small. His complexion is rosier than it was on Earth and he looks much healthier.
His eyelashes were long and thick, and his pupils weren't brown, but a rare green with a hint of orange. His chin wasn't pointed, but rather fleshy, giving him a baby-fat look. Because of this, He Xile was often mistaken for a minor.
Reaching out his hand and tapping his reflection in the mirror, He Xile said, "Since you're alive again, live a good life."
The toothbrush was large and hard to hold, and He Xile was frail, so he tired after holding it for a while, so he had to switch hands. Washing his face wasn't a problem, but his long sleeves kept sliding down his thin arms, and soon the cuffs were soaked with water, feeling heavy and cold.
He Xile lifted his sleeves to take a look and frowned.
——We can’t always do this, we have to find a way.
After washing up, He Xile left the wooden stool where it was for next use.
He chose a set of going-out clothes and headed straight for the door.
After forcing the door open, sure enough, there was a guard standing upright outside the door. It was the person whose second characteristic He Xile failed to find yesterday.
Before He Xile could speak, the guard heard the noise and saw him appear. He immediately bowed and said, "Sir He Xile, you are awake. Would you like to have dinner now?"
Probably because of the extinction of mankind, although the Chinese language was included in the terminal with the discovery of the earth, it is not completely accurate, so occasionally, the words translated from the temporary terminal are very strange.
Some are modern, and some are more ancient.
But He Xile understood it all.
He nodded: "Okay, but..."
He Xile looked up at the guard. He raised the clothes in his hand and said earnestly, "This is my casual clothes from the closet. Can I cut off the sleeves and trouser legs? They are too long and very inconvenient."
The guard fell silent.
He Xile paused: "Is it not possible?"
He felt a little lost, "Okay then."
"...No, of course. Since you live in this room now, you are allowed to do whatever you want. Sir, let me help you cut it. But please wait here for a moment, I will get the tools." said the guard.
He Xile's eyes lit up, and he nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."
"You are welcome."
The guard turned around, and in the moment when He Xile couldn't see, his serious expression collapsed, revealing a happy expression, and countless pink bubbles seemed to be coming out of his body.
Oh my god!
What cute little creatures humans are!
Her voice was already like an angel's, and when she pleaded, it sounded even softer! Just now, when she looked up at him seriously, her eyes sparkled, as if filled with stars. When she mistakenly thought he disagreed, she pursed her lips slightly, looking so lost! It made people want to comfort her.
Who would have the heart to reject a cute human being?!
No one—
Ten minutes later.
The sleeves that were longer than He Xile's arms and the trouser legs that reached his ankles were cut off, finally making He Xile feel less cumbersome when moving around. He also wanted to sew the overly wide waistband, but he was short of needle and thread.
"We can get these when we come back. Let's eat first," said the guard.
He Xile nodded obediently: "Okay."
He touched his belly.
I don’t know if it’s because he just resurrected and is nervous, but He Xile hasn’t eaten since waking up. However, he hasn’t been very hungry, so he didn’t think about this matter.
When the guard mentioned it, his stomach seemed to come alive and began to gurgle.
"Let's go."
The guards took He Xile to the restaurant.
The restaurant is far away.
Along the way, He Xile witnessed the strict guarding of the palace.
Every few meters, a guard in soft armor would stand guard, and every five guards, there was a warrior in full armor, holding a battle axe. All the guards stood straight, their eyes fixed straight ahead. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their chests, He Xile would have thought they were dummies.
He Xile looked at the battle axe curiously.
The axe was pitch black, its shaft seeming to trap all light, reminiscent of the black lines on Wen Ji and His Majesty's neck and face. The blade, however, was silver, reflecting a chilling light. The axe's shape was unique, with a pointed tip designed to pierce, and a sharp edge perfect for chopping.
But is this kind of cold weapon really suitable for interstellar use?
When He Xile was using the temporary terminal to make up for his lessons last night, he already knew that modern society often uses mechas for long-range combat, and the ion cannons they spray can kill people thousands of miles away in an instant.
The soldiers armed with cold weapons were probably defeated before they even had a chance to attack, right?
The guard beside him seemed to know what He Xile was thinking and explained, "These battle axes are not used in combat, but only for deterrence. Seeing them is like seeing His Majesty. In real combat, we still use mechas."
He Xile suddenly understood.
The two walked forward, and before entering the restaurant, just after turning a corner, He Xile saw the emperor walking not far away.
Compared with the two attendants behind him, the emperor named Wen Jiyu can even be described as slender and graceful.
Even though the weather wasn't cold, Wen Ji and His Majesty were still wearing heavy cloaks. The cloaks looked gorgeous, with gold thread embroidered on the hem of the cloaks, resembling patterns of ocean waves, the same pattern He Xile had seen on the dome when he first arrived at the palace.
Unlike last time, this time when they met again, Wen Jiyu's cheek, covered with black lines, was half covered by a cold-colored mask, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.
But his aura is still far superior to others.
He Xile could even sense the pressure coming from afar, causing him to involuntarily look away, unwilling to continue staring at the other person. This was an experience He Xile had never had on Earth before.
The guard beside him stopped, and He Xile followed suit. The two stood there waiting. He Xile looked around, then imitated the guards, bending down. When Wen Jiyu approached, he said, "Good day, Your Majesty."
Wen Jiyu looked straight ahead.
He Xile bent over, his sight catching sight of the golden waves at the tail of the other person's cloak. The waves dragged slightly on the ground, surging as Wen Jiyu moved forward, slowly appearing in He Xile's sight.
He Xile was a little nervous.
The waves didn't stop at all. After only two or three seconds, they turned a corner and went away.
He Xile immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Good thing His Majesty didn't speak to him!
He was so nervous! He must have been stuttering, not knowing what to say.
"Sir, let's go." The guard reminded.
He Xile's eyes curved: "Okay."
Arrived in front of the restaurant.
As soon as the guard pushed open the door, He Xile was immediately greeted by a mouth-watering aroma. The chefs in the restaurant had already learned that a new human had arrived in the palace, and they had already prepared a meal.
"Your Excellency, please."
He Xile sat on a high stool with his legs off the ground, looking at the food on the plate in front of him.
I don't know what it is.
But it smells good, so it should taste good too!
He Xile couldn't help but shake his legs happily.
&
Inside the palace.
Wen Jiyu sat on the high throne.
A minister stepped forward and reported this year's tax situation in a steady voice.
Sunlight poured down through the stained glass dome, illuminating the entire hall with a dazzling array of colors. The hall was furnished as usual, the carpet beneath my feet still soft and fragrant with the scent of detergent. The bloody scent had vanished, and everything seemed like a bizarre dream from yesterday.
Wen Jiyu looked indifferent.
Yesterday's deterrence was very effective. The ministers below spoke with trepidation and looked at Wen Jiyu's expression every once in a while. They no longer dared to falsify the data they reported.
Wen Jiyu couldn't find any major mistakes and felt a little bored.
After the ministers below finished reporting one by one, he stood up and left without saying a word.
On the way back to the bedroom.
Wen Jiyu suddenly said unhappily, "What the hell is he wearing?"
Guard: “?”
who?
Wen Ji and the two guards behind him looked at each other, and their first reaction was to search in their minds to find out which minister who was dressed inappropriately among the ministers who came today.
"Call Jane."
Wen Jiyu gave another order. He paused and said, "Give that...human...two sets of clothes."
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