From Prisoner to Si Chen

Time flies, two days have passed.

It’s August 5th.

It's about nine o'clock in the morning.

In North Muse, in front of the Silver Lizard Club on Upper Street, many exquisite and high-end private carriages and black cars have been parked on the gray stone square.

On both sides of the porch, there are two rows of "A" shaped bulletin boards.

Dozens of bulletin boards bear the same poster. It was a watercolor pattern of two gentlemen in suits and top hats striking each other with canes.

It is also equipped with red characters: "Silver Lizard Annual Young Staff Master Competition".

Many gentlemen and ladies came here because of its reputation, and many of the upper class people in the capital gathered. What’s more, they came from the East and West Muses just to watch this stick-spelling competition.

Of course, the main reason is to use this event as a rare social occasion to get closer to other powerful people.

Perhaps this is also one of the purposes of the Silver Lizard Club.

People were coming in and out of the porch, and some men stayed in groups on one side of the porch, smoking and talking and laughing.

Some elegantly dressed ladies gathered at a large bulletin board on the inside of the porch, pointing at the list of participating members and seeming to be discussing something.

At this time, several cars came and parked on the side of the road. Two groups of young people got out of the car and walked towards the club together.

"Prince, have you also signed up to compete?"

The handsome black-haired Cordell said to the four Farhan brothers and sisters.

“I didn’t have the guts last year, but I’m a lot braver this year.”

"At that time, I had not obtained the 'teacher' qualification certificate, so what was the point of participating in the competition."

Prince glanced at Cordell and said calmly.

"It's not like some people who signed up but were eliminated in the first round. Don't you think it's embarrassing, Cordell?"

"I hope you'll still be so confident later."

Cordell was not annoyed and chuckled.

In addition to him, Zigui, Frans, Didier and Jenna also came, plus the four Farhan brothers and sisters, a total of nine young people stopped at the porch.

"Miss Nancy, why don't you see your brother Mr. Gillan?"

Miss Didier glanced around and suddenly asked.

Today she wore a round-neck gray-gold dress, which gave her a particularly aristocratic temperament.

"I asked the butler to invite me, but my brother didn't reply."

Nancy turned her head and replied.

She was wearing a small top hat with a red and black feather of an unknown bird stuck on the brim.

"Maybe I'm too busy and don't plan to participate."

"It's okay if you don't come." Prince said lightly. "He looks gloomy all day, as if someone owes him money."

"Be careful if Brother Jilan hears it and beats you up."

Milinda said with a playful smile.

Prince was startled and instinctively looked back. When he found no one there, he knew he had been deceived and couldn't help but glare at his sister.

At this time, France from Viscount Jacob’s family smiled and said:

"Cousin Prince, I think you have a good chance of winning this year's staff competition."

"Most of the champions in previous years were only at the senior 'teacher' level, and after a year of training, you must have become more powerful."

"Qiao An also has a good chance."

Prince was very impressed by his cousin's words, but he didn't show too much pride. Instead, he patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

"I'm still worse than my brother. I'll be satisfied if I can get into the top three."

Qiao An scratched his head and chuckled.

"There are many powerful characters in this year's Staff Competition, and I won't mention Cordel...I heard that Hart Norman, Leo, and Cooder have all signed up to participate. These guys are all geniuses from the 'Triumph Kingdom Academy'. "

As several people talked, Prince and Cordell were eager to try, as if they wanted to compete with other opponents.

At this time, everyone suddenly heard Milinda exclaimed.

They turned around and saw that the girl was standing behind a group of ladies, tiptoeing to read the bulletin board.

"What's the matter, Milinda?"

Nancy asked.

"Come and see!" Milinda said without turning her head.

Everyone heard the sound and left, and at a glance they saw Milinda pointing at the list of contestants, among which there was a very conspicuous name——

Guillen Iros.

"Huh?" Miss Dedel said in surprise, her eyes showing interest. "It turns out that Mr. Gillan also signed up to compete."

"Haha, Brother Prince, Milinda can see you and Brother Jilan competing again."

Milinda, who was dressed in pink, turned back and said with a smile.

Prince's face changed slightly.

But he was unwilling to admit that he was still inferior to him in the stick technique he was best at, so he said in a deep voice:

"He is good at hand-to-hand combat and has never learned the cane technique at all. I really don't know the point of secretly signing up for the competition."

Hearing this, Cordel on the side also breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, he was a little nervous when he learned that the illegitimate son of the Farhan family was participating in the competition. After all, the four brothers and sisters unanimously agreed that the other party had the strength of a master.

Now it seems that he is just a fighting master and not good at stick skills.

But Cordell didn't take it lightly.

After all, no matter how you say it, a master is still a master. Even if he has never learned the stick technique, he is still extremely difficult to deal with because of his physical fitness that far exceeds the 'teacher' level.

Although the technique is useful, the effect may be greatly reduced when facing an opponent who is physically stronger and faster than oneself.

"Are you afraid? Brother Prince?"

Milinda looked disappointed.

"Afraid?" Prince glanced at Miss Dedel without any trace, and seeing her look at her, he couldn't help but said:

"This is a staff competition, not a fighting competition. What should I be afraid of?"

At this time, Miss Dedel's eyes moved.

A voice suddenly came from behind Prince:

"You're in good spirits, Prince."

Everyone present was shocked.

Turning around, he saw a young man in a black coat and top hat standing behind Prince at some point with an indifferent expression.

"Brother Jilan."

Nancy said hello politely.

But Jenna, who was next to Didier, shrank her pupils.

Trembling inside.

When did he stand here?

He didn't even notice anything!

Prince couldn't help but cursed secretly when he heard the voice behind him. He turned his head stiffly and whispered:

"Brother."

Gillan glanced at him and said nothing.

Instead, he nodded to Nancy and Dedel.

Noticing the blond girl beside Miss Didier, he sighed inwardly. It seemed that the other party did not listen to his advice and still had contact with this woman with a sneaky identity.

But he won't remind you anything again.

After all, he has done what he should do. What the other party chooses has nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Gillan, I didn't expect you to come to compete."

Miss Didier smiled gently, then raised her little fist.

"Come on. We will watch the game later in the box on the second floor."

"Thanks."

Ji Lan nodded and glanced at everyone.

"As a contestant, it's still the first round, so I entered first."

With that, he passed Prince and walked straight towards the club's porch.

Everyone was left looking at each other in shock.

After Gilan left, Milinda suddenly thought of something and said suddenly:

"Brother Qiao An, you seem to be in the first round too!"