From Prisoner to Si Chen

Upon first entering the club.

Gillan was surprised by its gorgeous and spacious hall.

The ceiling is very high, with two floors raised, six or seven meters high.

The walls and floors are covered with blue-gray glossy ceramic tiles with irregular patterns and star dots, which look deep and textured under the illumination of several large chandeliers.

A black marble reception desk about ten meters wide is located on the left side of the entrance. Behind it are three smiling men and women in uniforms, who are receiving the gentlemen and ladies who come, answering questions or handling some business.

On the right side, there are two rows of tan leather sofas leaning against the wall, surrounding a large round glass coffee table.

The walls are hung with large and small commemorative photos, round shields, square shields, helmets and armors, swords, guns, swords and halberds and other decorations. There is also a stuffed upper body of a black bear with bared teeth and a bear paw on each wall.

This black bear was so aggressive that it seemed like it was about to fly out of the wall.

At this time, Prince strode to the front desk with a reluctant expression and chatted with a staff member.

Immediately, he turned around and said:

"Jilan, my father asked me to apply for a membership for you. Come over and sign your name."

Jilan didn't say anything, just walked over silently, took the fat-belly pen handed by the staff, and signed a document.

After the other party collected the documents, he held a black hard card in both hands and handed it to him respectfully. The card has a silver lizard on it, which looks quite high-end.

"Dear Mr. Gillan, this is your membership card, please keep it."

The girl smiled.

"With the card, you can freely enter and exit the various halls on the first floor of the club, and you can also sign up for each coach's courses. Specific courses will be posted on the bulletin board every week, including but not limited to stick skills, fighting and archery, etc. Please pay attention in time."

"In addition, there are rooms available on the second and third floors. You have 48 hours of free stay per week, and the club will provide you with three meals accordingly."

The girl finally added:

"By the way, sir, the annual membership fee for Silver Lizard is 30 gold Caesars."

After saying that, he looked at Gilan with a smile on his face, as if waiting.

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

He turned to look at Prince, who turned a blind eye. It seems to be saying that my father asked me to help you register, but he didn't ask me to help you pay.

Next to them, Joan and Milinda looked at each other and remained silent.

They both saw that Brother Prince did it on purpose, probably because he wanted to see Brother Gilan embarrassed.

The annual fee of 30 gold Caesars is neither too much nor too little. To these brothers and sisters, it is definitely nothing, but this brother who comes from a remote town must be very stressed.

"Brother Jilan, let me help you out."

The second daughter, Nancy, glanced at Prince and took out her exquisite and compact wallet. She invited Ji Lan to this outing, and if it caused an embarrassment, she would be rude and lose face.

However, Gilan didn't say anything. He reached out from the lining of his coat and took out three "10" Caesar banknotes, which he handed to the staff.

"Wish you a good time at the Silver Lizard."

The girl collected the money and smiled politely.

"Thanks, Nancy." Gilan held the black card between his legs, shook it and nodded to her. "But it's done, let's go in."

"Sorry." Nancy sighed. "I'll give you the money later. My brother has just arrived in the capital and there are many places where money is needed."

"No need." Gillan shook his head.

Prince chuckled to himself.

He made eye contact with his younger brother Qiao An with some pride, as if he felt that he had made a comeback and saved the face he had suffered from being beaten in the previous sparring session.

However, although the interactions between him and Qiao An were hidden, they could not escape Gillan's eyes.

Ji Lan's eyes were indifferent.

After the interlude, a group of people walked in from the right aisle.

There are closed glass doors on both sides, which are very soundproof. You can see many men practicing stick skills and fighting skills, or sparring.

There are also a few ladies who are stringing their bows and arrows and shooting at targets in the distance.

In some larger rooms, there are men and women in uniforms who look like coaches, teaching various techniques to members.

At the end of the aisle, there are two tiled stairs leading to the left and right.

The group of people went up to the second floor from the right, and then entered a private room at the entrance of the corridor. This is not an exercise room, but a private room for viewing and resting.

One large, two small and three-seat sofas are arranged in a concave shape, facing a one-way glass wall, and you can see a huge venue below.

At this time, many gentlemen and ladies had gathered in the venue downstairs, sitting on the seats chatting and waiting, with looks of anticipation on their faces.

Gilan followed the other five people and sat down.

He and Ms. Xizi sat alone on the small sofa, facing each other across the coffee table, while the four brothers and sisters sat on the large sofa on the left.

Tuk Tuk.

As soon as he sat down, there was a knock on the door.

Nancy said "Come in" and saw a young waitress walking in pushing a trolley. She first poured tea or coffee for everyone, then took out a paper document and said:

"Good morning, members. Today's fighting competition in the 'Monthly Salon' will be held by ten members. It is divided into five games, three with stick skills and two with fighting. Here are their personal information, please take a look."

The waitress put the documents on the coffee table and said with a smile:

"As usual, there is also a betting game in this competition. If you are interested, guests can place bets as appropriate."

"Well, we know that."

Prince waved his hand.

"But there are still friends who haven't arrived yet. We'll talk about it later."

"Then I won't disturb you. If the guest needs it, just ring the bell and call the front desk."

After saying that, the waitress bowed to everyone and pushed the cart away.

In the field downstairs, two shirtless strong men were already warming up with boxing. The fight was very fierce, and the fists were punched to the flesh, and beads of sweat were flying.

My younger sister Milinda seemed very interested. She got up and walked to the glass wall. She held her hand on the glass and looked at it while laughing. Immediately, she turned to look at the sofa and suggested:

"The competition hasn't started yet, Brother Prince, Milinda wants to see you compete with others!"

She rolled her eyes and moved to Ji Lan on the left.

"By the way, is Brother Jilan interested?"

"Milinda!" Prince's expression changed, as if he had stabbed a sore spot, and he shouted quickly. "Don't make trouble for me! Sit back quickly!"

Ji Lan turned a deaf ear and remained indifferent.

He took a sip of black tea and ignored her.

"Oh." Upon seeing this, Milinda came back asking for trouble. After sitting back on the sofa next to her sister Nancy, she pouted. "Brother Prince is really ungraceful. He yelled at a lady. I will tell Miss Dedel about this later."

Originally, Prince remained silent after hearing the first half of the words.

But after his sister mentioned "Miss Didier," he couldn't sit still.

"You!" Prince turned to look at his sister, gritted his teeth, and finally lowered his voice in compromise: "I'm sorry, Milinda, brother apologizes to you."