From Prisoner to Si Chen

Under night.

A gentle breeze swept through the deserted streets.

Under a Davidia tree that cannot be illuminated by street lights, there is a young man wearing a cheap suit and a felt hat, smoking a cigarette out of boredom.

The surroundings were a little quiet, and the cigarette butts flickered.

Until a burst of high heels hit the ground, and rhythmic footsteps came.

The young man turned his head and saw the person coming, quickly dropped the cigarette and stamped it out with his leather shoe.

"Miss Rabbit." He said respectfully.

A charming girl with big golden waves, wearing a half-rabbit mask and plush bunny ears on her head, walked up to the young man.

She took out a pack of women's cigarettes, took one out, and lit it for herself.

"Vittorino, the situation has changed. You should stay at home for the next few days and stop looking for Osara Bray."

The girl exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly.

"Huh?!" The young man named Vittorino was startled.

"Did something happen, Miss Rabbit?" He frowned.

"Dedel has found a guy with high gnosis and will go investigate for her tomorrow. I don't know what other methods that person has. Just in case, you should stop temporarily."

The girl said solemnly.

Hearing this, the young man's expression changed, and he immediately said unwillingly:

"But the prayer ceremony is almost completed, only the last time..."

Of course he was unwilling to do so.

As the only son of an ordinary middle-class family, he was extremely eager to obtain a higher level of status.

Instead of becoming a company clerk like his father and working hard all his life to reach the North Muse, it would be easier and faster to get along with a noble woman.

What's more, that woman was not an old woman in her seventies or eighty, nor was she a fat and ugly lady, but a young and beautiful noble lady!

The bright future is so close, and young people are reluctant to let it go.

"I said stop, do you understand?" The girl's voice became colder. "If the ritual fails, you can start over again, but if it is exposed, not only will you be in bad luck, but you will also implicate me."

There was still a sentence left in her heart:

"If Mother's plan is involved, we will all die!"

"Yes..." The young man's face struggled and changed several times, but he finally gritted his teeth and replied: "I know, Miss Rabbit."

"Give me the prayer slate." The bunny-faced girl seemed worried and stretched out her hand.

The young man took a deep breath and took out a palm-sized irregular slate from the inner pocket of his suit, with many ancient Roman characters engraved on it.

This is the core object of the prayer ceremony. The engraved prayer points to the "Fan Mother" in the second year of life, which has some strange effect.

This ritual requires one party to use their own body fluids as a medium, but only "heather juice" or "rose blood", and make the other party take it and then recite the prayer.

Once a week for seven consecutive weeks.

After the ritual takes effect, it can cause the target's subconscious mind to change, spontaneously fall in love with the organizer of the ritual, and generate a strong desire to reproduce.

Although the prayer ritual can be performed by mortals, the cost is quite high. From the moment the ceremony takes effect, the natural lifespan will be doubled, that is, two days of lifespan will be consumed in the past day, and it will not stop until the two parties give birth to twelve children.

The girl took the stone slab, touched the carvings on it, and said in a deep voice:

"After this incident is over, I will return the slate to you and start over."

"Yes, Miss Rabbit." The young man lowered his head.

The girl was satisfied with the young man's attitude, nodded and comforted:

"Don't worry, Osara will be yours. I will also fulfill my promise and take you two to the secret 'Black Mass' held at the July Baptist Church."

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The next day.

At six o'clock, Gillan opened her eyes on time.

He first sat up cross-legged and practiced meditation on the bed. After the painful beating of the "Twelve Thorns", he breathed for a moment, then straightened his body, steeled himself, began to let go of himself, and absorbed the elements of the universe.

Time passed quietly.

By the time today's practice ends, it's almost nine o'clock.

He let out a long breath, the sparkle of his eyes restrained.

Feeling that her gnosis and spirituality were improving bit by bit through daily practice, Ji Lan was secretly pleased.

He got up and got out of bed, opened the curtains, and immediately went to the bathroom to wash up.

After getting dressed, he went out and went downstairs, bought breakfast at "Hannah's Mother's Bakery" across the street, and took a taxi to the Silver Lizard Club.

Sitting on the open seat of the carriage, facing the cool breeze, Gilan couldn't help but think of last night's lucid dream.

He spent the night with the seagulls by the campfire.

At the same time, he also taught the other party all the contents of the "Iron Thorn Meditation Method". Unfortunately, Seagull seems to be naturally afraid of pain and is quite resistant to this meditation method. In the end, he chose the "Wooden Shackle Meditation Method" as the goal of practice.

Meditation also pays attention to a degree of fit, and Gillan has no objection to this.

‘I just don’t know what Mr. Stork and Mr. Oystercatcher will choose? ’

Ji Lan raised his hand and placed it on the heart on his left chest.

The three friends resided in his heart and pinned their hope of survival on him. Gillan felt both pressure and a certain mission.

He did not reject this feeling, but felt that his new life seemed to have more meaning.

After a while.

The carriage stopped in front of the Silver Lizard Club.

Gillan paid a total of 3 pfennigs for the fare and tip. Immediately, under the hat-off salute of the coachman, he walked straight across the square and towards the club's porch.

Once inside, Gillan showed his membership card and mentioned the name "Dedere Taylor."

"Miss Dedel has just arrived. She is resting in Room 301 on the third floor."

The front desk staff smiled and extended their hands to indicate.

Ji Lan nodded, walked through the corridor alone, climbed up the stairs at the end to the third floor, and knocked on the door.

Tuk Tuk.

The door opened, and a noble-dressed long-haired girl stood behind and gave Jilan a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Gillan." Dedel smiled softly. "You're on time, no, you're twenty minutes early."

From the moment the door opened, Ji Lan smelled a fragrance, which was the smell of perfume coming from the other party. A perfume that is both aquatic and tangerine-like.

Fruity aromas such as citrus, black currant, pineapple and honeydew melon are mixed with lotus, lotus, jasmine and rose, with notes of iris, vanilla, sandalwood and chestnut.

Gillan was refreshed and judged that what Miss Didier was spraying must be a high-end perfume with mysterious materials added, which was expensive.

"Morning, Miss Didier. You are earlier than me."

Ji Lan nodded.

"Please come in." Didier folded her hands on her lower abdomen and turned slightly sideways. He added in a low voice: "I will explain the situation to you later."

Ji Lan nodded silently.

When he entered, he saw two women inside the house.

One was a blonde named Jenna, and the other looked strange.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa by the window, talking and laughing. The strange lady has a sweet appearance and a petite figure. She is wearing a dress and her long flaxen hair is tied into a braid.

As Gillan entered the room, she stopped talking and turned to look at him curiously. Immediately, he turned to look at Didier and Jenna in confusion, as if asking who this handsome young man was.

"Osara, this is the Mr. Guillen I was telling you about."

Miss Didier came over and explained to her best friend.

She gave Gilan a look without leaving any trace, and then said:

"He is a nobleman of the Farhan family, and he is also an exorcist, fortune teller and fighting master."