From Prisoner to Si Chen

Ji Lan opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes sparkling with light.

Outside the window, the pouring rain did not stop, but intensified.

Boom!

Click!

Thunder opens its teeth, lightning dances its claws.

"Huh..." He opened his mouth and let out a stream of white air, and smoke rose from his bleeding skin.

Ji Lan only felt that her whole body was extremely hot, and surging power burst out and gathered throughout her body from the powerful beating of her heart.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, his joints crackling.

‘Physical fitness has been improved by several percent in all aspects. This is a secret technique that temporarily provides an increase. It consumes one’s own blood. ’

Gilan stood up and spread his legs to shoulder level.

Suddenly, a punch came out.

Woo!

The terrifying fist wind howled and broke the air.

The blood droplets evaporated into red mist, blended with the hot air, and spread into a circle of air. He turned around again and kicked the air with a "Broken Bone" kick.

Boom! !

The dull air burst suddenly sounded like thunder.

The lethality of this kick is more than a little bit stronger than before.

'Through the mysterious rhythm of the heart, the body explodes with far greater power than before, but it also causes an imbalance in the four body fluids, so the blood will be discharged along the blood vessels on its own as a form of consumption. ’

Gillan mused.

'Somewhat similar to Weiwei's "Bloodthirsty Curse", but the secret technique has no obvious sequelae, and it is very consistent with the third stage of "blood" of the body training technique, because after it is cast, it can quickly recover from blood loss with its own powerful hematopoietic ability. ’

This secret skill is called "blood bathing".

It originated from Herman Tulio, the "Bloody Knight" among the four knights of the Healing Knights. It is an exclusive secret technique developed by him based on the body-building technique.

Same with "Shattered Bones" by Agni Baldwin, "Knight of the Silver Crown".

Now, everything has been learned by Jilan.

"hiss……"

Gillan took a deep breath and held it.

He immediately spread his arms and was shocked.

The rhythm of his heart immediately returned to normal and no longer beat vigorously, thereby removing the blessing of the secret skill "Blood Bath".

Then he exhaled, walked to the bedside and took out a towel, wiped the blood on his body, then turned to the demon Weiwei and said:

"come back."

"Ah...yes, Master."

Weiwei pulled away from her dazed state, reluctantly looked away, and quickly stood up. Immediately, with a bang, a little man emerged from the smoke and flew into the owner's sapphire ring.

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The next day.

Eight in the morning.

Miss Sparrow is wearing an apron, humming a simple melody, and is busy in the kitchen.

Not long after, she brought plates of cooked breakfast and placed them on the dining table. She turned around to look, then narrowed her eyes and said hello with a smile:

"Good morning, Mr. Snowy Owl."

"Good morning." Jilan came dressed fully dressed. "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Sparrow."

"Let's eat together. After eating...I'll take you to the Notre Dame Monastery."

"Um!"

Miss Sparrow took off her apron, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the cupboard. He walked back immediately and sat across from Jilan.

The two of them had their own thoughts and didn't speak for a while.

A long while.

After breakfast was almost finished, Miss Sparrow whispered:

"Mr. Snow Owl, you are now a noble... You should go to the 'Ludo Palace Academy' to study in the future, right?"

Gillan chewed the food but shook his head.

"Then...what does Mr. Snow Owl plan to do?" Miss Sparrow asked in surprise.

"Continue to pursue the mysterious path."

Jilan's eyes became more determined, and he looked at her and said solemnly:

"I promised you that I will find a way to restore your appearance. One day, Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Seagull will also return to the world."

Miss Sparrow looked at him blankly.

The eyes were shining with luster.

She chuckled lightly, but her nose felt sore.

At this moment, Aurora couldn't help but feel that Mr. Gillan was stupid. He was just a friend he had known for a month. Is it worth him paying so much for it?

But she was inexplicably moved.

I was moved by Mr. Gillan's strong persistence.

For a moment, thousands of words were condensed into two words:

"Thanks."

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After breakfast, Miss Sparrow changed into high-end and noble orange clothes, while Gillan lifted her suitcase for her in a gentlemanly manner.

The two of them went downstairs together, took a taxi, and went straight to South Muse.

The carriage crossed the Eleventh Bridge from the North Muse, passed through the Central Triumph District, and then passed the Sixteenth Bridge to the South Muse.

The surrounding streetscape changes, from high-rise buildings to solemn buildings to old-fashioned neighborhoods. During the two hours of riding in the carriage, the two chatted all the way.

Miss Sparrow seemed to have forgotten those worries and confided her ideals to Gillan in a low voice. She said that she actually fantasized about becoming a nun when she was very young, but she never dared to express this idea due to her status and the majesty of her father.

Even joining the "Recording Club" to explore the secrets of the film was a way for her to one day be able to use her mysterious power to get rid of such constraints and help more people in need.

"Your ideals are great, Aurora."

In the carriage, Gillan solemnly called Miss Sparrow by her name.

Miss Sparrow just shook her head shyly.

She turned her gaze away and responded in a low voice:

"I'm not great. I just want to contribute a little bit of power to the world and give a hug to the suffering people."

"When my mother was dying, she passed away peacefully in the arms of a nun... I will never forget the smile on her face, let alone the way the hungry and cold people struggled to eat in a painful life."

Gillan thought for a while, took out two "100" gold Caesars from her wallet and stuffed them into her palm.

"Mr. Snow Owl?"

Miss Sparrow raised her head and looked at him, stunned.

"Take it, you are broke now and will need money."

Gillan laughed.

"But you have to promise me not to donate everything, okay?"

Miss Sparrow bit her lip and clenched the banknotes in her hand.

This money was not a lot for her who was once a wealthy lady, but at this moment, it seemed extremely precious.

It was so heavy that it made her heart feel at ease and warm.

"Yes, I promise you."

She turned her head away from Gilan.

Ji Lan seemed not to have noticed her secretly raising her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. She thought for a long time and then said in a deep voice:

"Aurora, when you practice meditation to a certain level... I will teach you how to become a 'spiritual mystic'."

Miss Sparrow froze.

She turned her head and looked at Gillan again. Indescribable shock shone in his eyes that were red from crying.

After staring at Jilan like this for a long time, Miss Sparrow didn't ask a single question, but her red eyes suddenly became firm and she said yes.

"I won't slack off, Mr. Gillan."

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The Abbey of Our Lady is located to the north of the South Muses, close to the 16th Bridge. Surrounded by dense and old residential areas, at first glance, Gilan even thought he was back in the poor area of ​​Brak City.

No, it's even more crowded and chaotic.

Many unemployed lower-class men were leaning boredly on both sides of the street, chatting or in a daze. Someone was groping for unfinished cigarette butts on the ground, like a treasure hunt.

Some people are walking on the road and when they see the core, they will directly pick it up and throw it into their mouths. After taking a few mouthfuls, they reluctantly put it in their pockets.

Various food residues, fruit cores, paper scraps and cigarette butts can be seen everywhere, leaving black dirt that is difficult to remove on the stone slabs and cement streets.

The people here seem to be filled with an unspeakable depression.

The carriage stopped in front of a solemn gray stone cathedral.

Gilan carried the suitcase in one hand and held Miss Sparrow's little hand in the other. He got off the carriage and paid the middle-aged coachman a fare of 15 pfennigs and a tip of 1 pfennigs and 6 cents.

After the carriage left, Miss Sparrow whispered:

"It's so expensive. Musixiti's taxi costs 3 cents per kilometer."

In Brak City, the cost of taxiing a carriage is generally only 2 cents per kilometer.

“After all, it’s the capital, so prices are high.”

Gillan shook his head.

He glanced at the street number "St. Maud Street, No. 8" on the side of the monastery, and then said to Miss Sparrow:

"Come on, let's go in."