From Prisoner to Si Chen

hang up the phone.

Ji Lan turned his head and looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He was thinking about what identity he should attend the birthday dinner tomorrow.

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the living room.

Although there was very little movement, Gillan's powerful perception clearly captured the sound of footsteps approaching outside the apartment door. After stopping at the door for a while, he left again.

Gillan got up and walked to the living room.

At a glance, he saw a gilded pink invitation lying quietly on the ground under the crack of the door.

Bend down and pick it up.

There is a sky blue four-quadrant kite-shaped shield printed on the surface of the invitation. In the upper left corner and the lower right corner, there are patterns of a wolf and a dove respectively.

Gillan recognized it as the emblem of Earl Taylor's family, the wolf and bird coat of arms.

On one side of the family emblem are two lines of words surrounded by patterns:

"On October 3rd, at eight o'clock in the evening, there will be a birthday dinner for Miss Dedeir Taylor at the Tietjens Hotel on North Muse Upper Street."

"You are cordially invited to attend."

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows and opened the invitation.

Looking at the delicate and graceful cursive characters, he recognized at a glance that it was written by Miss Dedel herself.

The content is very simple, that is, as a good friend, she invites Gilan to attend her birthday dinner, and tactfully hints that the dinner requires a male companion, and hopes that Gilan can play this role.

Although due to the "Art Order" promulgated by the empire, the aristocratic circles did not dare to take the risk and openly hold dances at dinner parties, the traditional habit of "participating in pairs" to participate in such large-scale social events was still followed.

‘Are you attending as the male companion of the main character of the dinner party...’

Ji Lan thought to herself and put the pink gold-gilded invitation away properly.

In fact, based on the relationship between him and Dedel, he was bound to receive an invitation, but Gilan didn't expect that the other party would ask him to be the male companion.

This is somewhat ambiguous.

But Gillan didn't care about this.

As long as he can enter the dinner venue smoothly and facilitate his actions, everything will be easy.

After returning to the master bedroom.

Gillan was in no rush to go to bed.

There's one thing he hasn't done yet.

Tomorrow night's banquet will be extremely dangerous. To be on the safe side, Gillan plans to test the "letter comb" that Miss Torina gave him.

As the mysterious Lord of the Black Castle, her messenger may be able to provide her with some help.

Uh-huh.

Ji Lan raised his hand, the colorful light twisted, and an amber horn comb appeared in his palm.

He took a deep breath, folded his fingers together, and held the comb tightly.

A mysterious magnetic field swept through his body, and Gilan's eyes reflected the outline of the cross sword bonfire.

The next second.

A strong wind blew throughout the room!

Bang!

Boom!

Tables, chairs and doors began to shake and make noises, and the curtains were blown up and danced violently.

Ji Lan suddenly felt a ball of hot air coming towards him, blowing the messy blond hair from his forehead.

‘Spiritual vision. ’

He secretly thought, using his high gnosis to explore around him.

Under his spiritual vision, Jilan was shocked to "see" that a black hole with a diameter of two meters and a bottomless depth appeared out of thin air on the wooden floor in front of him.

From the hole came billowing black smoke that was invisible to ordinary people, and a pungent smell of coke mixed with sulfur permeated the surrounding area.

Soon, a tall and thin figure slowly rose from the hole and landed in the room.

He was at least four meters tall, and the height of the room simply couldn't accommodate him, so he could only bend down in front of Gilan. An exaggeratedly long arm was supporting the ceiling.

The exposed skin was covered in charcoal, spreading high temperatures.

This "person's" face has no facial features and is completely black. There are two pairs of horns on the forehead that are curved backwards, like two scimitars, and are half a meter long.

A pair of exaggerated bat wings with a wingspan of at least eight meters sprouted from the back. At this moment, it was like a large cloak, tightly wrapped around the body and dragging on the ground.

‘Is this Miss Torina’s messenger? ! ’

Jilan's complexion changed slightly.

Even if this messenger just stood quietly, it would give him an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

call.

The charred messenger stretched out his long hand, a huge palm with eight fingers, spread it flat, and stopped in front of Gilan.

"I'm not delivering a message..."

Ji Lan thought for a moment, raised his head, and said to the other party.

"Huh?" The charred messenger didn't seem to understand.

When Jilan saw this, he thought of something and said it again in Guhilu language.

This time, the messenger just nodded, seeming to understand.

"Miss Torina said, I can ask you for help...I will attend a dangerous dinner tomorrow. I wonder if you can help me?"

Gillan said in fluent Guhiru.

The hand of the charred messenger did not move back. It flexed its fingers as if asking for something.

Ji Lan was startled, but quickly understood.

Messengers need to be paid…

Everything in the world must follow "equivalent exchange". Since he wants help, he needs to pay a price.

Gilan thought for a while, sat on the floor, and waved his hand.

Suddenly, various bottles, cans, banknotes, coins, firearms, bullets and other sundries were laid out in a row.

He gestured with his hand, letting the other party choose as he pleased.

"Um……"

The charred faceless messenger began to ponder.

It slowly stretched out its long hand and picked up a thin-necked, fat-bellied bottle from the pile of debris in front of Jilan.

Inside, there was a lot of dark green powder.

This is a complete bottle of "green powder".

bass!

The messenger flicked his finger, and his razor-like nails instantly cut off the cork and even the mouth of the bottle.

It raised its head, and on its pitch-black faceless face, there was a gaping hole, like a mouth.

Immediately, a whole bottle of "green gunpowder" was poured in.

boom! !

Ji Lan's face was full of surprise.

He saw the charred messenger's body suddenly shake, and a dull loud sound came from the other party's body.

"Hiccup." The messenger opened his mouth and hiccupped.

A green flame shot out from its mouth several meters away. Fortunately, it shut up quickly and the flames disappeared, almost burning down the master bedroom.

"Uh-huh."

The tall, thin and huge messenger nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Immediately afterwards, it retracted its long hand, dug into its bat-winged cloak, and then handed it to Jilan.

Opening his hand, there was an obsidian piece the size of a fingernail placed in the palm of his eight fingers.

In the center of the stone is a scarlet inverted six-pointed star.

Ji Lan reached out and took it, and the beautiful entry appeared:

"Evil Wind Curse Seal. Originating from hell, the power of the curse engraved by a powerful being, once triggered, will release the 'evil wind' of hell, sweeping the target with great power."

To be labeled "beautiful" as "extremely powerful" must be by no means simple.

He took a deep breath and carefully put away the tiny obsidian pieces. Then he said to the messenger: "Thank you."

The charred tall and thin figure let out a deep laugh, then turned around and prepared to return from the entrance of the black hole.

At this time, Jilan asked again:

"Mr. Messenger, what should I call you?"

The charred black figure kept moving, slowly stepping into the cave entrance, without looking back, and uttered a hoarse voice in ancient Xilu language:

"Fenhou...Qiao."