From Prisoner to Si Chen

That day, Gilan went out briefly.

He first went to the Silver Lizard Club to register for the staff competition. Then I asked the landlady, Mrs. Maslan, for help, contacted a mid-range restaurant near the rental apartment, and negotiated a "door-to-door meal delivery" service.

With nearly a week left before the staff competition, Ji Lan plans to practice hard at home. Therefore, this restaurant will be responsible for all three meals a day during this period.

Someone will deliver the food to your door on time.

Each meal is the restaurant's mobile menu of the day. There is no repetition. The dishes are rich and filling. As the saying goes, money makes things easier. Including the service fee and tip of the delivery boy, Gillan paid 8 Caesars for this.

The restaurant readily agreed.

Since then, Gilan has stayed at home and immersed himself in ascetic practices.

He was fascinated by the mastery of physical training and the strangeness of the "bloodletting" secret sword. Study and practice non-stop to adapt to the transformation of your body.

He has never failed to absorb the meditation method and the elements of the universe. He practices every day and is unstoppable.

Five days passed like this.

On the morning of August 3rd.

Gilan was wearing a pair of loose and thin black pajamas, barefoot and shirtless, sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor with his eyes closed and meditating.

He put his hands lightly on his knees and stood straight.

After a while, his face changed with pain, and beads of sweat fell on his forehead.

Invisible and intangible scarlet light spots all around fell like rain, submerged into his body and disappeared without a trace.

Time ticked, and it was eight o'clock.

Ji Lan opened her eyes, her dark blue eyes were extremely deep.

He calmed his breath and then stood up. He punched and kicked, practiced some fighting skills, summoned his cane, and used the "bloodletting" secret sword.

At around nine o'clock, the food delivery boy knocked on the door and delivered today's breakfast. Then he washed up and ate.

After that, he changed into clean clothes, dressed neatly, and went out in a black coat and hat.

Gillan did not forget the agreement with Miss Sparrow.

Today, he planned to visit the Monastery of Our Lady of South Muses.

The cab took nearly two hours to reach the rue St. Maud.

But Gillan did not go to the monastery immediately, but continued walking inside, went to Corona Street, and found "Mr. Baruch Photo Studio".

This is the territory of the black market businessman "Big Goose" Bondo, but this time, he is not looking for trouble, but simply wants to take an ID photo.

It cost 5 pfennigs, plus half an hour.

Ji Lan took a small bag of photos and returned the same way.

He took one out and examined it. In the low-saturated color photo, the blond-haired man in a white shirt has an expressionless face, a straight face, and a serious look.

Gillan pasted it on the blank photo of the "Senior Prohibition Agent" certificate, and then chuckled.

‘By the way, can I go to the Prohibition Bureau to collect my salary as a ‘civil servant’, which I obtained out of thin air? ’

He thought to himself and shook his head.

Returning to St. Maud Street, we walked straight into the monastery.

It was approaching noon.

As soon as Gilan entered, he saw many disabled people and lonely elderly people lining up at the door of the church, waiting to receive relief meals.

Miss Sparrow, who was wearing a red novice robe and a nun's hat, was distributing bread and oatmeal to these people together with the other two young nuns.

A skinny old woman just stepped forward and took the bread from Miss Sparrow. When she looked up and saw her face, she suddenly trembled in fright.

The bread in his hand fell to the ground.

"Holy Mother!"

The old woman was frightened by Miss Sparrow's appearance. She hurriedly prayed, picked up the bread on the ground, and turned away without daring to look back.

"May the Holy Mother... bless you, madam."

Miss Sparrow still remained patient and gentle, smiling as she watched the other person go away.

Only Jilan noticed the flash of sadness in her eyes.

Waiting for relief meals to be distributed.

The other two young nuns said hello to Miss Sparrow and left with the bucket and basket frame, leaving her sitting on the steps in front of the church in a daze with her knees in her arms.

Gilan walked over silently.

The sparrow was lost in thought when he suddenly noticed someone was in front of him and quickly raised his head.

When she saw the person coming, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Mr. Snow Owl!"

The visit of friends diluted her inner sadness.

Miss Sparrow stood up and wanted to hug the other person, but when she reached out her hand, she was surprised to find that her identity and the environment she was in didn't seem to make sense.

But the next second.

But she found herself being gently embraced by the other party's generous and warm arms.

"Everyone has their own sufferings. You don't need to care about other people's opinions, Miss Sparrow."

Gilan gave her a comforting hug and said.

Miss Sparrow hummed, and the sadness in her heart disappeared.

"Thank you." she said. He raised his head with a bright smile on his face. "Mr. Snow Owl, you finally have time to come and see me."

"Um."

The two walked into the church side by side.

Gillan casually took out his wallet, took out a 50 Caesar note, and put it into the donation box on the side. Then, amid the thanks from an old nun, Miss Sparrow walked out of the side door of the church and entered the courtyard garden with a smile on her face.

The two sat at the stone table to rest and chat.

"...After this period of adaptation, I gradually fell in love with the life here. It's quiet, peaceful, and like a pure land in the world."

Miss Sparrow confided softly.

"The other sisters are kind to others, and Dean Padmell is also very kind."

Speaking of the abbot of the monastery, Miss Sparrow lowered her voice and whispered to Gillan:

"Mr. Snow Owl, I suspect... Dean Padmell may have mysterious powers. The day before yesterday, I saw her comforting a dying old woman who was suffering from a terminal illness and suffering... But as Dean With such a gentle caress, the old woman fell asleep with a smile."

"It's just like……"

Miss Sparrow thought with her eyes and made a few words.

"It's like Dean Padmell has taken the pain away from her body."

Hearing this, Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

He thought about it. As a church institution that serves August Sichen, it is not unusual for its senior officials to have actual contact with and master the mysterious power.

"That dean is probably a mystic."

Jilan said solemnly.

Miss Sparrow's eyes lit up.

Seeing the interested look on her face, Gilan simply took advantage of the opportunity of this visit to slowly explain to her the knowledge about the "Road of the Fire Sword".

After a while.

Miss Sparrow looked shocked and thoughtful.

What Mr. Snow Owl told her was very profound and detailed. What is mystery, what is a spiritual mystic, how to use gnosis to explore the elements of the universe, how to strengthen spirituality, and leave a mark on lucid dreams, etc.

It was an eye-opener for her.

"Mr. Snow Owl." Miss Sparrow said. "But...but I've had lucid dreams in the last three nights."

"It's still the same dream."

"I didn't pay much attention to it at first, until you told me just now that this is a manifestation of high gnosis and a sign of reaching the standard of gnosis..."

Hearing this, Jilan looked startled.

So fast? !