The Last Human In The Empire

in this room, you are allowed to do whatever you want.
Your Excellency, Let, me cut it for you.
I just need you to wait here for a while, and I will get the tools.” The guard explained.

He Xile's eyes lit up, he nodded his said and thanked him: “Okay, thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

The guard turned around, and in a moment that He Xile could not see, his prim expression collapsed to a happy expression, and countless pink bubbles simply sprouted all over his body.

Oh my God!

What kind of cutie is a human being!

The voice was already like an angel, when pleading, sounded even softer! When he looked up at him seriously, his eyes were bright and shiny, as if they were filled with stars.
When he mistakenly thought that he disagreed, he pursed his lips slightly, looking so disappointed! People can't wait to be comforted.

Who would bear to reject such a lovely human!

No one –

Ten minutes later.

The sleeves that were longer than He Xile's arms, and the trouser legs around the ankles were cut off, finally his movements were not as cumbersome as before.
He also wanted to put another seam on his oversized waistband, but suffered from lack of needles and threads.

“You can come back and do these again.
Let's eat first.” The guard said.

He Xile nodded obediently:0 “Okay.” and touched his stomach.

It was not known if it was because he had just been resurrected and was nervous, but since he woke up he hadn't eaten anything yet and also didn't feel hungry, so he didn't think about it.

But once he heard the guard mention it, his stomach seemed to be resurrected along with it, and began to “grunt” up.

“Let's go.”

The guard took He Xile to the dining room.

The restaurant was far away.

Along the way, he saw the palace's guards standing upright and moving here and there.

——Every once in a while, there would be a guard in soft armor standing guard, and every fifth guard, there was a warrior covered in armor and holding a battle axe.
All the guards stood upright without looking sideways.
If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of their chests, He Xile would have thought they were all dummies.

He Xile curiously looked at the battle axe.

The battle axe was pitch black, and all the light seemed to be drawn in by the axe body, which looked a bit like the black lines on Wen Ji's neck and face.
The blade was silver, reflecting a cold light.
The axe has a very unique shape, with a pointed tip that can penetrate a person's body, and a very sharp edge that can be used for chopping.

But is this kind of cold weapon really applicable in Interstellar?

When He Xile used the temporary terminal to make up lessons last night, he already knew that modern society used mechas for long-distance combat, and the ion cannons ejected could kill people thousands of miles away in an instant.

The soldiers with the cold weapons are probably going to be defeated before they can make a move, right?

As if aware of his thought, the leading guard explained from the side: “These battle axes are not for combat use, but for deterrence.
Seeing them is like seeing His Majesty.
In real battles, we still use mechs.”

He Xile suddenly realized.

The two walked all the way, just after turning a corner, they saw the oncoming emperor not far away.

Compared to the two attendants behind him, this emperor named Wen Jiyu could even be described as slender.

Even though the weather wasn't cold now, His Majesty still wore heavy cloaks.
The cloak looked gorgeous, with patterns similar to sea waves embroidered with gold thread at the hem of the tail, which the same pattern He Xile saw on the dome when he first came to the palace.

Unlike the last time, half of Wen Ji's cheeks which appeared black lines were covered by a cold mask, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

But his aura was still far superior to others.

He Xile could even feel a coercion coming from afar, making him involuntarily look away, not wanting to keep looking at the other party.
This was an experience that he has never had on Earth.

The guard beside him stopped in his tracks, following him He Xile also stopped on his track.
The two stood in place and waited.
He Xile looked around, imitating the appearance of a guard, bent down, and waited for Wen Jiyu to approach, and said, “Good day, Your Majesty.”

Wen Jiyu didn't look sideways.

He Xile bent over, and his line of sight fell on the golden waves on the tail of the opponent's cloak.
The waves dragged the ground slightly, surging as Wen Jiyu moved forward, appearing in He Xile's line of sight at an unhurried pace.

He Xile was a little nervous.

The waves did not stop at all, and after only two or three seconds, they turned a corner and went away.

He Xile immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, His Majesty did not speak to him!

He was just so nervous! Must have stuttered, not knowing what to reply.

“Your Excellency, let's go.” The guard from the side reminded him.

He Xile: “Okay.”

And finally arrived at the dining room.

As soon as the guard pushed open the door, He Xile immediately smelled an appetizing aroma that made people's fingers tingle.
The restaurant's cooks had already learned that a new human had arrived in the palace, and they had long 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.

Not sure what it was.

But it smells good and should taste good too!

He Xile dangled his legs happily.

Inside the palace.

Wen Jiyu sat on a high throne.

A minister came forward and reported this year's tax situation in a calm voice.

The sunlight poured down through the stained glass on the dome, illuminating the entire hall in a gorgeous array of colors.
The layout of the hall was as usual, the carpet under the feet was still soft, exuding a fragrance of washing with detergent.
The bloody smell has disappeared, and everything was like a bizarre dream yesterday.

Wen Jiyu looked indifferent.

Yesterday's deterrence was very useful.
The ministers below spoke with trepidation, and they had to look at Wen Jiyu's face every once in a while, so as not to dare to falsify the reported data.

Wen Jiyu couldn't find a big mistake, and even felt it was a bit boring.

After the ministers below finished reporting one by one, he got up and left immediately without saying a word.

On the way back to the bedroom.

Wen Jiyu suddenly said in displeasure: “What is he wearing?”

Guards: “?”

Who?

The two guards who were following Wen Ji looked at each other, and their first reaction was to search their minds for who among the ministers came dressed inappropriately today.

“Call Jane here.”

Wen Jiyu ordered again, and after a little pause he continued, “For that…
human, put two clothes on.”