From Prisoner to Si Chen

‘January Sichen’ Torrent’, the god of machinery and enlightenment. ’

This name suddenly appeared in Jilan's mind.

He also remembered some descriptions in "Si Chen Zhi". "Hongliu" was the new god who finally ascended to the throne in the twelve Si Chens.

The exact year of His birth is unknown.

However, the church that believes in the "flood", namely the "Mechanicum", the internal belief organization of the "Imperial Machinery Guild", only appeared more than ten years ago.

'The belief in "Torrent" is limited to spreading within the empire and is only beneficial to the empire...'

Ji Lan didn't know why, but suddenly had such an idea.

Combined with the "Art Order" promulgated by the empire, he thought of the Owenna Federation. The mainstream beliefs there seem to be "Mrs. Ya" in June Sichen, "White Dove Poet" in October Sichen, and "Miss Elegy" in April Sichen.

In "Si Chen Zhi", there is a certain description of these three Si Chen:

"Mrs. Ya" represents the fields of dance, sculpture and architecture.

"White Dove Poet" represents the fields of literature and drama.

"Miss Elegy" represents the fields of music and painting.

Therefore, there is a saying that these three are collectively called the "three divisions of art", or "supreme elegance".

'The seven arts...'

Ji Lan's eyes were filled with thought.

‘That’s why the Empire issued an “Art Order” to eliminate the influence of the Federation’s beliefs? At the same time, if we continue to strongly support the mechanics union, productivity and technology will develop rapidly, catching up with the federation...'

Through these inconspicuous details, he seemed to see a war without smoke between the two major powers.

Gilan took a deep breath and continued reading the newspaper.

Some of the news in the three newspapers were repeated, but there was another exclusive report in the "Muse Post".

The headline is:

"Great news! The statue of the Head of State will be completed ahead of schedule and is expected to be completed in early October!"

The subtitle is:

"The fifth wonder of the empire is about to be born! Salute to the head of state Caesar!"

Gilan recalled that when he first came to the capital, Old Charles once said that the statue of the Head of State was originally expected to be completed by the end of this year or early next year.

Now it's several months ahead of schedule.

He glanced at the specific report content, but the news seemed to be just a rumor and there was no conclusive proof. It was nothing more than a casual joke made by the chief designer and facial manipulator of the Führer, Greg Archer, during an interview.

Gillan shook his head.

He didn't care.

Tuk Tuk.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Gillan put down the newspaper, stood up and walked to the door. Glancing into the cat's eye, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Standing outside was a strange woman with blond hair in a ponytail, fair skin, red lips and light makeup, wearing a women's suit and a hat. She was holding a small satchel in one hand and a cigarette in the other, thinking about something.

Click.

The door opens.

The woman outside the door was startled at first, as if she didn't expect someone to actually open the door. But she quickly came to her senses, quickly threw the cigarette to the ground and stamped it out, smiled and stretched out her hand, saying:

"I didn't expect you to be at home, Mr. Gillan. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Rebbie Lund, the gold medal reporter of the Valerian Times and the editor-in-chief of the Legend column."

"Hello."

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows and reached out to shake it.

He had just read a headline about himself, written by the woman in front of him. Unexpectedly, the other party came to the door.

"Can I come in? I have something to discuss with you."

After shaking hands, the woman smiled sheepishly.

After Jilan thought for a moment, he opened the door completely, turned sideways and signaled.

"Come in, Ms. Lebby."

Looking at the other party's dress and appearance, he estimated the woman's age to be around twenty-eight or nine, and guessed that she was married, so he addressed her as "Ms."

Rebby did not correct this, she nodded politely and walked into the house.

Gillan went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for her. After bringing it over, he saw Rebby sitting on the sofa, holding up the "Valerian Times" originally placed on the coffee table with great interest.

"Thank you." The woman took the tea and smiled again: "Mr. Gillan has read the report I wrote?"

"Yeah." Jilan sat on the other side and nodded. "The writing is good, but there are too many fabricated contents."

"Sorry." Lebby shook her head in confusion. "That's why I came to visit Mr. Gillan."

"Now, you are very famous in North Muse." Lebby raised her beautiful blue eyes and looked at the blond young man in front of her with admiration. "The youngest staff master, senior prohibition agent, nobleman of the earl family..."

"These names, when placed on any young man, are an extremely dazzling halo... But all of these are gathered together in you, and it is difficult not to attract people."

"Especially in the past few days, I admire Mr. Gillan's actions in South Muse even more, so I wrote that article in a hurry."

"But in order to pursue the authenticity of the report, I wonder if you would be willing to accept a private interview with me?"

Lebby bit her lip and hesitated.

"I want to get first-hand information from Mr. Gillan, including the whole process of your arrest of bootleggers..."

Gillan pondered.

The female reporter was a little nervous and apprehensive.

"It's okay, that's okay..." he said slowly.

Through reports, his "agent" image can be known to more people and be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, which is beneficial to him in fulfilling his "secret biography".

Of course, Gillan is willing to do anything that can gain more "guiding power".

"Mr. Gillan, don't worry."

Lebby saw this and spoke at the right moment.

"I promise to make you a real star without any negative description. I know that the upper class values ​​reputation. You can absolutely rest assured on this point!"

"That's good." Jilan nodded.

What he wants is these words from the other party.

When Lebby saw this, she looked happy.

She thought for a while and then proposed:

"In addition, I also want to get your exclusive interview rights. If you go out to handle a case again in the future, you can contact me as soon as possible after you come back, and I will try to write the headlines for you..."

"Of course, in return, I can pay a Caesar for it."

Rebby made a condition.

But she suddenly realized that the other party, as a noble, might not be short of money, so she pursed her lips and quickly added:

"If you are not satisfied, I can also make you a generous 'lunch'..."

This "lunch", she emphasized her tone and meant something.

"I know a lot of 'dishes', and Mr. Gillan will definitely be satisfied."

As she spoke, the female reporter gave a flirtatious smile to the blond young man, hinting at something.

If it were anyone else, Rebby wouldn't be like this either.

But the other party is a young and handsome nobleman, and with his status as an agent and a staff master, he must be as good as he is. If she could have a wonderful and in-depth communication with him, she would take advantage.

Rebby was even more than happy to.

"Exclusive interviews and first-hand information, no problem."

Gillan heard the subtext and glanced at the female reporter.

"There's no need for 'lunch'. I have a big appetite and I'm afraid that if you are overworked, it will affect today's work."

Hearing this, the light in the female reporter's eyes became even brighter.

"It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Gillan can eat..."

"In that case, fine." Ji Lan nodded.

Lebby's heart beat faster and she was inexplicably looking forward to it.

She controlled herself not to think about what happened later, took out a notebook and pen from her bag, coughed, concealed her emotions, forced herself to work, and said:

"Then let's start the interview first."

"Yeah. Just ask."

"The first question is, what preparations will Mr. Gillan make before taking action..."