From Prisoner to Si Chen

Luo Ben sighed.

"Ordinary people have their limits. Even masters in various fields are still mortal. Even a small, inconspicuous bullet can easily take away their lives."

He said with a faint look.

"But people who study mysterious arts are different. If you master the mystery deeply enough, bullets are nothing. Even if you are baptized by cannonballs, you will not be hurt at all, and you can even live for hundreds of years."

"Mr. Luoben, is it really so magical?"

Ji Lan's eyes flashed, showing surprise and interest.

"Of course." Viscount Luoben nodded, and pretended to be mysterious: "Because in our circle, there are people who have mastered mysterious powers, and there are quite a few of them."

"Then can I also have access to this power?"

Ji Lan was very cooperative and asked expectantly.

Viscount Luoben smiled, but did not reply immediately, which whetted his appetite.

Just then.

Suddenly a melodious violin accompaniment sounded in the hall. As the music came on, the guests looked at each other, smiled and walked to the center in tacit understanding, where men and women danced a ballroom dance.

Ji Lan turned around and saw that the steward was operating a gramophone. The vinyl record was rotating, and the trumpet-like brass pipe was playing the recorded music.

"This..." he said in surprise.

"Don't be nervous, this is a traditional part of the dinner party in the circle."

Luo Ben explained nonchalantly.

"Music and dance are so wonderful, but Mr. Stavin, the Propaganda Minister, is just too rigid. If there is a lack of art, human beings will lose the fun they deserve."

"Don't worry, the Purification Department and the Balance Department won't come looking for trouble just because of this trivial matter."

The viscount chuckled, feeling confident.

"The 'Art Order' is just like the 'Prohibition Order', it only targets the general public. Have you ever seen any nobles or dignitaries arrested for drinking?"

"That's true." The tense expression on Jilan's face relaxed.

Viscount Robben quietly observed the blond young man's expression, and couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart that he was indeed a boy from a remote town.

Kong has talent and strength, but his experience is a bit shallow.

But that's okay, it's easier to control.

"You dance first and relax."

The Viscount pointed toward the dance floor and gestured to one side with his eyes.

Jilan looked around and saw several female guests looking at him with eager eyes, as if expecting something.

"I'm afraid those ladies are impatient."

Viscount Robben laughed teasingly, turned around to leave, and added:

"As for the topic just now, we can continue it during the meal."

"Okay." Jilan agreed happily.

When Luo Ben walked away, he was still thinking about the next step, but there was someone else in front of him.

I looked up and saw one of the ladies who was in the side hall just now.

She has short, ear-length blond hair with curly tips, and wears a red low-cut evening dress. The plump chest almost burst the thin dress, and the soft silk fabric reflected the bright luster.

"Mr. Gillan, do you mind dancing with us?"

The lady's red lips parted slightly and she smiled.

"Sorry, Ms. Hisari," Gillan said. "I can not dance."

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you."

The lady directly took his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor.

"Jump with me a few times and you'll get it naturally."

As she said that, she pressed Jilan's hand on her waist again, acting ambiguously.

Ji Lan smelled the strong scent of perfume coming from the other person's body, and simply took her other hand and started dancing in a graceful manner.

Taking the opportunity, he asked:

"Ms. Shisari, by the way, are you all very knowledgeable in mysticism?"

"Of course." The lady smiled and pulled Gilan to dance with the rhythm, her chest swaying. “Have you heard of the creation myth?”

"The seventh lunar month, the dawn of noon, the creation legend of God Omer?"

Ji Lan asked knowingly.

The lady chuckled and said:

"No. In fact, there are four creation gods, and people in ancient times called them 'Si Sui'. Si Sui is the original god, in charge of all things... Among them, the first Si Sui, 'Scar's Father', has The power to set the world on fire and destroy it again.”

"The real mystery comes from them."

Sishali leaned her head closer, her red lips almost touching Jilan's cheek, and whispered in a low voice:

"Our circle is bigger than you think, and there are several big families in the capital involved... Did you know? In fact, it is a very wise choice for you to attend the dinner tonight, because Viscount Loben saved your life. .”

"Huh?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows. "Why do you say that?"

"You want to know?"

Ms. Shishali suddenly showed her charm, narrowed her eyes and said:

"After the dinner, don't go back tonight. I'll tell you then."

"Ms. Hisari?" Gilan moved deliberately, his eyes moving unscrupulously from her pretty face to her chest, and then wandering around.

The lady did not resist his "hot" gaze, but accepted it readily.

He chuckled lightly and moved slightly closer, almost squeezing his chest against Jilan's, even breathing a little heavier.

She exhaled like blue and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Sir, I also want to have a martial arts competition with you and feel for myself how powerful the young master is... Uh-huh, I also want you to break my bones with your cane, or use another cane to leave me with a hard time. Erased scars.”

Hearing this, Ji Lan couldn't help but be surprised.

At this moment, he even had doubts, thinking that he had gone to the wrong venue... This place did not look like a dinner party for the "Heavenly Evil Cult", but more like a party for the "Golden Bough of Dawn".

Although Gillan was not interested in the lady's invitation, he still said with a smile:

"Ms. Shishali is so kind, how could I refuse... Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

But he sneered in his heart:

‘Breaking your head in with a cane should satisfy you! ’

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the lady's hand tighten on his shoulder.

It seemed that he was gripping hard instinctively out of excitement.

"I really hope the dinner can end soon, Mr. Gillan..."

Ms. Hisari licked her lips and said.

She suppressed her inner desire, and there was a hint of madness in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Not long after, a dance song was played.

All the guests stopped moving.

The dinner party also officially started.

Ms. Shisari calmed down her rapid breathing, secretly glanced at Gilan, then took his hand and led him to one side.

Seven or eight male waiters carried a huge dining table to the center of the hall, followed by a female waiter who arranged the high-backed chairs neatly.

However, this dining table was only covered with a white tablecloth and there were no dishes or cutlery on it, which seemed a bit strange.

When everything was ready, Viscount Robben, surrounded by guests, walked to the dining table and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

The middle-aged steward came pushing a dining cart filled with bottles of old "Shahra red wine." He opened the bottle himself and poured a glass of wine for everyone present.

"This is a day worth celebrating, because we will welcome a new member, a young master with great talent and strength, Mr. Guillain Iros."

Viscount Robben picked up a glass of wine and raised it high to signal.

All the guests raised their glasses, including Gillan.

He pretended not to know and still maintained a look of expectation.

As everyone took a sip of red wine, the scene became a little quieter, but Viscount Luoben turned his head and said meaningfully to Gillan:

"Continuing the topic we just talked about, Mr. Gillan... If you want to get in touch with the real mystery and have power and lifespan beyond ordinary people, then lie down on this table under our witness."

After that, he suddenly pulled the white tablecloth.

Wow!

As the tablecloth was lifted, a circular array was revealed that was almost entirely engraved with ancient Xilu characters and strange symbols.

It was a circle divided by three irregular curves.

It symbolizes the first year of "scar father".

Uh-huh!

Everyone present suddenly turned their heads and stared at Jilan.

Those eyes were extremely eager, even fanatical, full of expectation.