From Prisoner to Si Chen

"sick……"

Ji Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not sick, Miss Sparrow."

"Although it is rude to say this,... Mr. Snow Owl, I am really worried about you. Now I have lost everything, and only you are still by my side."

Miss Sparrow put down her fork and bit her lip.

"I don't want to lose you again..."

At this time, the three people behind Gilan were looking at Miss Sparrow in surprise.

Seeing her unrecognizable appearance, everyone showed unbearable expressions.

Mr. Stork frowned and lowered the brim of his hat.

After hesitating for a moment, he said with emotion:

"Miss Sparrow, she has also suffered a lot..."

"Damn it!" Mr. Oystercatcher clenched his fists angrily. "Damn the Federation! Miss Sparrow used to be so lively and cute, but now she looks like this! Everything is ruined!"

"If I am still alive, I will definitely join the army and go to the front line to kill those inhuman federal bastards!"

He was very emotional and spoke with a slightly choked tone due to his emotional personality.

If it was just his own death, he could accept it calmly. But until I saw the tragic experience of my former friends, I felt an inexplicable urge to cry.

"well……"

Miss Seagull just tilted her head and sighed sadly.

Although Sparrow survived the war, her current situation was probably worse than death, and even more miserable than the others.

Gilan listened to the discussion behind him and took a deep breath.

"I'm really not sick," he said. "Miss Sparrow, maybe your gnosis is not high enough, so you can't see them for the time being... Well, their current situation is very special, they are like spirits."

"And for some special reason, they can only follow me now and be protected by me, otherwise they will really disappear."

"But please believe me, I didn't lie to you."

Gillan explained patiently.

Miss Sparrow heard this and was stunned.

"Do you still remember the article "Wooden Shackle Meditation"?" Gillan asked again.

"Yes, remember." Miss Sparrow nodded. "I've memorized it all, and I also remember the 'picture of pillory visualization' very clearly."

"Very good." Jilan nodded. "From now on, if you practice more frequently, you will be able to see them again sooner or later when your gnosis is sufficient."

He looked calm.

"I promise."

"Well..." Miss Sparrow clenched her hands and nodded heavily. "I believe you, Mr. Snow Owl."

Wow.

Gillan stood up slowly and walked around the dining table to Miss Sparrow.

He stretched out a hand, spread it flat, and handed it to the other person.

"They are standing next to me at this moment."

Gillan said softly.

Miss Sparrow looked up at the handsome blond young man, then looked at his empty left and right sides. Finally, she raised her wrinkled little hand and placed it on Gilan's palm.

At the same time, the three people around Ji Lan also looked at each other, reached out their hands in tacit understanding, and placed them on the back of Miss Sparrow's hand.

"Do you feel it?" Gillan asked.

Miss Sparrow lowered her eyes and was silent for a while.

"Yeah." She looked up and smiled with squinted eyes.

But in fact, Miss Sparrow didn't feel it.

She only felt Mr. Snow Owl's palm.

Warm and generous.

But even so, she was satisfied.

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In the afternoon.

Just after one o'clock.

There was a knock on the door of the rental apartment.

Tuk Tuk.

Jilan, who was sitting on the sofa and repeatedly flipping through "Secret Book of Branding Iron", closed the handwritten note, returned it to the dimensional space, and immediately stood up.

He strode to the door and glanced through the peephole.

It's old Charles.

Click.

Gillan opened the door.

Outside the door, an old butler with gray hair and a tuxedo was sweating profusely. At his feet were a small projector, a black square-headed machine that looked like a TV, a flat iron box and a bulging box. paper bag.

Although the corners of several machines have some faded paint, they have been polished. But it seems to be quite heavy, adding up to at least a hundred pounds.

It can be seen that it took a lot of effort for Old Charles to move them up.

"Good afternoon, Master."

Old Charles was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and saying hello with a smile.

"As promised, I bought you a projector through secret channels. In addition, there is also a video recorder that was once all the rage."

He said, and was about to bend down to move it, but Gilan raised his hand to stop it.

"I'll do it," Gillan said.

I saw him reaching out and lifting the projector easily. He held the square-head TV in one hand and turned around as if it was nothing.

Old Charles looked surprised and secretly sighed that the young master has an amazing physique.

Immediately, he picked up the smaller flat machine and the big bag and followed it into the apartment.

Click.

The door is closed.

Immediately afterwards, Gillan installed the projector and video recorder in the master bedroom under the instructions of Old Charles.

After all, these things are works of art and cannot be seen in the light. It is safer to hide them in your own room.

"Master, with the money from selling the jewelry, in addition to purchasing these three machines, I also prepared two A1 whale oil batteries for you, as well as some film and video tapes."

Old Charles smiled and opened the large paper bag.

Gilan came over and took a look. There were three reels of old-fashioned film and six boxes of video tapes.

He took them out one by one and looked at them for a moment.

The small notes posted on it contain handwritten words, such as "Seven Days of Love", "Beautiful Legend of the North", "Princess Lily", "Love Story at Lakda Hotel", "September Letter", "Sweetness". Mrs. Zara Palmer" and others.

All romance movies.

and three ineffable little films.

Gillan looked at these films and video tapes, especially the small movies, and was speechless for a while.

"What's the matter, Master?" Old Charles noticed the young man's expression and asked nervously. "Don't you like these videos?"

As someone who has experienced this, he is puzzled.

The young master is old enough to pierce a steel plate and is energetic. He should be interested in this kind of film. Why is he so depressed? Moreover, isn’t it also suitable for him to watch it with Miss Aurora?

"It's not that I don't like it."

Ji Lan was a little helpless.

He led Old Charles back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. He glanced at the room lying on his side. The door was tightly closed, and Miss Sparrow was still quietly practicing meditation inside.

"Miss Aurora and I are not lovers, old Charles."

Gillan explained.

Old Charles was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"So that's it." He held his forehead in shame. "I'm really sorry, Master, I made my own decision."

Immediately, Old Charles thought of something again and said quickly:

"But I have already reported the matter between the young master and Miss Aurora to Mr. Ramon...I am here this time to convey the master's dinner invitation."

"Master Ramon asked me to inform you, young master, that the Earl's Manor will prepare a family dinner for you tonight. Please be sure to bring Miss Aurora to attend." He whispered.

When Ji Lan heard this, he felt dizzy.

But after all, this is my first time here and I have never been back home before. I know that this matter is inevitable and I will have to face it sooner or later. So he sighed and nodded slightly.

"Well, I understand."

Gillan Road.

"I'll go talk to Miss Aurora later."

"Okay, Master." Old Charles knew that he was doing bad things with good intentions, so his attitude was very sincere. "I will drive you and Miss Aurora to the Macmillan High-end Store in East Muse later to buy some decent dresses."

"Although ready-made dresses are not as good as those made by tailors, the quality and style are pretty good... and even if you go to a tailor now, you won't have enough time."

"Yeah." Jilan nodded.