From Prisoner to Si Chen

Gillan returned to Miss Sparrow's door.

After the three people left Brak City and traveled a long way, they stopped by this small hotel for a temporary rest. Unluckily, they found that there were only two rooms left.

In desperation, Gillan had no choice but to let old Charles live in one room, while he made do with the sofa in Miss Sparrow's room for the night, taking care of her.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, he used his excellent hearing to catch Miss Sparrow's steady breathing. After confirming that she had fallen asleep, he gently opened the door and entered.

Jilan touched the darkness and quietly sat on the sofa.

Then, he counted his belongings.

He took out five wallets from his alchemy leather pocket, one of his own and four direct descendants of the Lewis family.

Open the four wallets of different styles, take out the belongings inside, and dig out some coins of Price and Merlot, totaling 82 Caesars and 159 Pfennigs.

The direct descendants of the Lewis family are all young ladies, and they always carry large sums of cash with them so that they can go out for fun, but now it all belongs to Gillan.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a stack and a roll of two large-denomination bills.

A stack of banknotes came from the safe of Louis' home, 1,300 Caesars, brand new and straight. A roll of banknotes was in Mr. Stork's leather bag, containing nearly 500 Caesars.

Guillen summed up all the banknotes, totaling 2227 caesars.

There were more than 200 penny, and a handful of large and small coins, not counting.

This is a huge sum of money, and it is also the guarantee for Gilan's survival after arriving in the capital.

This money can provide him with many conveniences and avoid a lot of trouble.

It's just that there were a lot of banknotes, and the small wallet Jilan bought before couldn't hold them at all, so he chose a black rectangular plaid leather wallet to hold the money.

I don’t know which of the four Louis siblings this belongs to.

After closing the wallet and putting it back into the alchemy pocket, Gillan took out the rest of the valuables. Such as silver lighters, gold watches, gold bars and some jewelry.

These are all things that were looted from the direct descendants of the Lewis family, but they can't sell them for the time being. They can only wait until they arrive in the capital and then find a way to sell them all.

Gilan packed these valuables in a small paper bag and put them away in his alchemy bag.

When putting the paper bag away, his hand suddenly touched a few cold coins at the bottom of the alchemy bag. After a moment of hesitation, he took them out.

These are three gold coins.

Lying quietly in his palm.

Engraved with bird images of storks, oystercatchers and seagulls.

Ding.

Jilan took out his Snow Owl gold coins and put them together, then put his fingers together and clenched his palms tightly.

There was a clanging sound outside the window, and the rain was pouring.

He was out of breath for some reason.

'gorgeous! ’

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed, and he began to recall the contents of "Iron Thorn Meditation Method" in his mind.

The color number "63" in the corner of his sight dropped to "53".

The proficiency of the meditation method was immediately improved to the "Seven Thorns".

But Gillan had no intention of stopping.

‘Banlan, continue! ’

The colored number "53" fell again and turned into "43".

'continue! ’

‘Keep going! ! ’

Eventually, the colored numbers bottomed out, down to the single digit "3".

And Jilan also realized that the meditation method had reached the highest level of proficiency that could no longer be improved, the "Twelve Thorns".

He took a deep breath, held the gold coins in his hands, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and closed his eyes in the darkness.

Jilan began to visualize the big black iron ball.

Watch it go from still to slowly rotating, to squirming on the surface and bulging out small bumps.

In my ears, the noisy wind and rain gradually faded away.

The "pity" emotion in his heart reached its peak. It was at this moment that the big black iron ball squirmed as if it had accumulated infinite power, reached the threshold, and suddenly exploded!

Twelve black iron spikes bloomed like this!

Like a sea urchin, it suddenly pierced into his mind!

Jilan's expression changed dramatically!

His eyes instantly glazed over, and the surge of phantom pain directly overwhelmed his consciousness. Everywhere in my body, I felt nothing but pain.

Gilan began to twitch involuntarily, and veins bulged on his face. Even his facial muscles were beating, as if his face was constantly changing, which was strange and terrifying.

pain!

It hurts so much! !

This kind of phantom pain even exceeds the limit that ordinary people can bear!

After receiving such terrible pain, the brain instinctively cuts off Gillan's consciousness and makes him faint.

But while Guilan was in a state of confusion, he recalled the scene of the war.

Recalling that white dream.

The three figures walked straight into the fog and never came back.

The pain deep in my soul is superimposed with the phantom pain at this time.

at this moment.

Instead, Gillan fell into a dazed state of utter emptiness.

All pain is gone.

He felt himself floating.

Look down.

His body was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his head hunched, his expression dull, tears, tears and saliva flowing out, like a dementia patient.

Gilan turned to look out the window again.

The heavy rain seemed to have stopped, like a photo.

There was dead silence.

This state did not last long. After a few minutes, Gilan slowly fell and regained control of his body.

At this moment, the training of the meditation method also came to an end.

He raised his head slightly, only to feel that his mind was extremely tired and he could hardly open his eyes. But at the same time, I can clearly feel that my perception has become sharper.

‘The gnosis has improved a bit. ’

Gilan took out a handkerchief and wiped the secretions from his face expressionlessly.

He sighed to himself.

I originally planned to use the phantom pain of meditation to suppress the pain in my soul, but I didn't expect that a strange combination of circumstances made the practice of "Twelve Thorns" so smooth.

‘Go to sleep, you’ll be fine if you sleep. ’

Ji Lan took advantage of this fatigue to find a comfortable position, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, six o'clock sharp.

Gillan opened her eyes on time.

He sat up.

The rain outside the window has stopped and the sky is bright.

Involuntarily, Jilan's mood also improved.

He first quietly observed Miss Sparrow and found that she was not awake yet, so he quietly went to the bathroom and washed herself briefly.

Immediately, he put on a felt hat and windbreaker and left the room.

As soon as he came out, he bumped into old Charles walking out of the next room.

"Master, good morning."

When Old Charles saw Gilan, his expression changed.

"I also plan to go downstairs for breakfast first, and then bring one up for you and Miss Aurora."

"No need to go to such trouble, let's go down together."

Gilan shook his head.

When Old Charles heard this, he didn't force it, so the two of them went downstairs together, ordered two ordinary breakfast sets at the front desk, and then sat in a corner to wait.

The set meal was mediocre, consisting of a bacon sandwich, a small bowl of mashed potatoes, and a cup of cheap coffee, worth 9 plums.

The price is a bit expensive, but the hotel is located on the side of the main road, so the high price is understandable. After all, it is passers-by like them who are being ripped off.

While waiting for the meal, Old Charles opened the cigarette case and handed one over. Unexpectedly, the young master who was still willing to take cigarettes before raised his hand and refused.

Old Charles was startled, and then he took off the cigarette from his mouth and put it back into the cigarette case, not intending to continue smoking.

"Master, we have left Kawo Prefecture and entered Best Prefecture. We will probably arrive at the capital, Muse Siti, in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

Old Charles said.

Ji Lan nodded, thought for a while, and said:

"Tell me about the Farhan family."