From Prisoner to Si Chen

Under night.

Gillan walked through the cobblestone path in the manor and came to the door of the villa.

As he got closer, even standing outside the door, he could hear the laughter and noise inside. There are ladies’ crisp smiles and men’s deep words.

With the bright lights and the clinking of glasses, one can easily imagine the lively scene inside.

Gillan stepped forward and stepped up the steps.

In front of the door, two young and beautiful waitresses had been waiting for a long time. When they saw him approaching, they bowed and extended their hands very considerately.

Gillan took off his hat and coat and handed it to the waitress.

"Welcome to Viscount Robben's private dinner, Mr. Gillan."

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward walked out of the villa hall and greeted Gilan with a smile on his face.

"Please come with me, the Viscount is chatting with the guests in the side hall."

As he said that, the man carried it on his back with one hand and guided it with the other, leading the way.

Ji Lan nodded slightly to him, and then walked in.

As soon as he entered, he saw a spacious and bright hall with an empty space.

The floor is off-white, reflecting the light of a row of large chandeliers.

A red carpet lay on the floor, leading straight forward to the side hall.

On both sides of the hall are six large dining tables, with a variety of pre-dinner desserts, fruits and drinks placed on them.

Many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies gathered together and chatted.

As Gilan was led by the steward, the guests stopped talking and turned to look at him.

Each of these people smiled, seeming to express closeness and goodwill.

Gillan glanced vaguely.

'interesting. ’

He secretly said something.

Among these guests, there are also many powerful characters.

The men are basically at the instructor level, and among them there are four or five young men in their twenties and seventies, all of whom are at the heraldry level.

There are even two men, one middle-aged and one old, who are masters.

Gillan judged these by observing various details such as their physiques, expressions, palms, fingertips, standing postures and slight movements.

Some people are good at fighting and grappling, while others are good at wand magic.

Of course, there are also a few who specialize in marksmanship.

‘What a dragon pit and tiger den. ’

Ji Lan sneered inwardly.

For any young man, as long as he is invited to this private dinner, his future fate is basically sealed.

Now that you are here, don’t even think about leaving freely.

However, Jilan, a talented artist, is bold and not afraid at all.

He smiled lightly and even nodded to the guests.

Walk through the hall and follow the steward who leads the way and walk straight into the side hall.

There is a sofa and coffee table here, and four people, three women and one man, are chatting.

At first glance, Gilan looked at the middle-aged man who was leading the group. He was wearing a dark red suit and vest, with short brown hair in a three-quarter length, an anchor beard, and smoking a cigar.

He had already guessed that this person was Viscount Loben Fasol.

The other party is not only the boss behind the Silver Lizard Club, but also a key member of the old god's secret sect "The Cult of Heavenly Evil".

The other three ladies were wearing low-cut evening gowns. The red, purple and green silk fabrics were really bright and moving under the light.

"Haha, welcome to our staff champion."

Viscount Luoben turned his head to look, and immediately stood up with a smile to greet him.

He walked straight over, patted Gilan on the shoulder, and praised:

"Such a young stick master will do a lot in the future! Several ladies were praising you just now, saying that they have never seen such an outstanding young man. As the owner of the club, I am also proud of myself."

"Thank you." Jilan pretended to smile shyly.

Luo Ben seemed satisfied with his reaction, and enthusiastically introduced him to the three ladies on the sofa.

Gilan nodded to them.

These three ladies are all in their thirties, with fair skin, beautiful appearance, and colorful makeup. They generously cast admiring and even provocative glances at Jilan.

Viscount Robben picked up the cigar box on the coffee table and handed one over.

Ji Lan raised her hand and declined.

The Viscount didn't mind, so he put his arm around his shoulders, pointed towards the hall with his cigar-holding finger, and whispered:

"Mr. Gillan, maybe you don't need to tell me, but you know...the real purpose of hosting this dinner for you is to let you make more friends."

He chuckled.

"Young people have a circle of young people, and we old guys also have a circle of old guys. But sometimes, it doesn't hurt to get to know more old guys."

Gillan read the subtext.

It seems to be saying that he is now qualified to integrate into a higher level circle. Viscount Loben wanted to act as a "guide" and lead him slowly into this circle.

But Gillan knew in her heart that these were just appetizers.

Half truths and half lies.

The other party's real hard meal hasn't come yet.

"Come, let me take you to meet other people."

With that said, Viscount Loben hugged him and walked out of the side hall, looking very kind and caring to him.

The two strode to the dining table and arrived in front of the guests.

"This is the champion of today's staff competition, Mr. Gilan Iros."

Viscount Luoben introduced to everyone with a smile.

This group of gentlemen and ladies all smiled and greeted Gilan.

"Mr. Gillan, we all watched your game today."

A young man with long hair raised his glass.

"It's very exciting. After five rounds, you can defeat the enemy with one blow. Even Renault Lotito is no match for you. To compete with your strength is a bit bullying, hahaha."

"This is Mr. Red Bint, the champion of the Staff Contest two years ago."

Viscount Robben introduced to Gillan.

He called the names of several young people in succession, all of whom were the champions of previous youth stick skills competitions.

These youth champions gathered together and raised their glasses to Gillan.

Only Gillan has a clear heart.

These talented staff geniuses have long become members of the Cult of Heavenly Evil. Looking at the smiles on their faces, Ji Lan only felt pitiful.

Immediately afterwards, Viscount Luoben introduced other people to him.

Middle-aged gentleman, lady, old man...

There are those in business, there are those in politics, and there are also powerful aristocrats.

They are different from the small circle of the younger generation of Prince Edward, but they are real people with powerful backgrounds in the capital.

And these people have almost the same attitude towards Gilan.

Friendly, enthusiastic, and treated as one of our own.

Gillan pretended to respond positively and chatted with them, but he calmly memorized their appearance, name, age and identity information.

This is to ensure that after returning, it can be compiled into a book and submitted to the White Sage as key information to complete his own membership assessment.

After a while.

Viscount Robben took Gillan to a corner of the hall to chat alone.

"By the way, Mr. Gillan."

He seemed to remember something and mentioned it casually.

"Actually, there are some very unpredictable areas inside and outside the empire that are not known to the public. Have you heard of them?"

Ji Lan secretly thought, finally here.

He thought for a moment and tentatively said:

"Mr. Loben, do you mean 'occult science'?"

"good."

The middle-aged Viscount showed a meaningful smile.

"Actually, our circle is very knowledgeable about the occult."