From Prisoner to Si Chen

Sifang Palace.

This is the residence and office of the head of state of the Bremen Empire.

The total area is more than 70,000 square meters, which is equivalent to a very large manor. It consists of the main building and four secondary buildings in the southeast, northwest and northwest, so it is called "Sifang Palace".

Sifang Palace and Triumph Building are not far apart, less than ten kilometers away.

So we drove there from Jilan.

Maiev sat in the passenger seat and Chairman Pala sat in the back seat. The group of three quickly arrived at the gate of Sifang Palace.

As soon as he got closer, Jilan discovered that the outer walls here were tall and thick, and the whole body was gray in color.

It is visually estimated that the wall is eight or nine meters high, which is enough to withstand the bombardment without falling down. There is also a double-layer electrical grid on the upper edge of the outer wall, which is almost impossible to climb over manually.

To the left and right of the iron gate, there are two foyers. But in fact, it is not an exaggeration to call it a bunker. There are not only two guards inside, but also a heavy machine gun.

There are twelve patrol guards in groups, armed with live ammunition. At a casual glance, you can see five or six groups, distributed everywhere inside and outside the gate.

It can be called a strict defense with no blind spots.

Guillen stopped his car in a designated area marked with a white line at the door, turned off the engine, and underwent review.

Four imperial soldiers in military uniforms, led by a second lieutenant, quickly came to the car. After some verification and confirmation, Gilan and others were allowed to pass with the cross salute of five soldiers.

After the car drove through the gate, it came to a straight and wide avenue.

On both sides of the road, there are two rows of imperial flags with "X" on a black background and white stripes. Further away, there is an extremely wide lawn, which has been kept smooth and clean, and not even a bit of garbage can be seen.

There wasn't even a tree or even a flower bed. It's like entering a prairie.

Spacious and bright, with no obstruction to the view.

At the end of the line of sight is a large, square building. At each of the four corners of the building, a humanoid relief sculpture tens of meters high protrudes, consisting of two men and two women, wearing long robes and crowns.

These four reliefs have solemn expressions, holding swords, water cups, coins and short staffs respectively.

It was both Jilan's and Maiev's first time coming to Sifang Palace, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene.

"That is the 'King of the Four Elements' appointed by the Head of State."

At this time, the white-haired old gentleman sitting in the back seat spoke softly and explained to the two of them.

"Although in occultism, the sources of the four elements of the universe are the four old gods... but the head of state was not happy about this, so he created a new symbol of the four elements."

"The head of state once said, 'Human beings do not need to serve the old gods, but should serve the four elements as kings.'"

"Therefore, although there is no so-called 'King of the Four Elements' in this world, the Head of State wants to make it clear that human beings will never bow to the old gods."

"The believers of the Old God Secret Sect regard the Head of State as their mortal enemy. There are also reasons for this..."

Parra said calmly.

When Gillan and Maiev heard about this, they had a deeper understanding of the image of the Führer.

This is a leader who is ungrateful and unafraid of God.

Like a warrior standing on the top of a mountain, he dares to roar to the sky.

Although they have not met yet, the two have already developed an inexplicable admiration for the head of the empire.

After the car passed through the huge lawn, it stopped at the entrance of the main building of Sifang Palace.

A group of three people got out of the car.

Logistics Minister Muhsin, who had been waiting here for a long time, strode over with seven or eight members of the House of Lords.

"Mr. Pala."

Muhsin first greeted the white-haired old gentleman respectfully, then nodded to Maiev and Jilan, and extended his hand to greet them.

"Miss Maiev, Mr. Gillan, you two come with me."

Parra held her head high, held her white cane, and took steps. Jilan and Maiev followed the others, stepped onto the steps, crossed the gate and walked inside.

As soon as they entered the Sifang Palace, Jilan and Maiev, who were here for the first time, were surprised by the huge interior environment.

The spaciousness inside is no less than that of the large gymnasium in Gilan's previous life. But it is more concise, grand and solemn.

The extremely shiny white marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the silhouettes of everyone. Sunlight shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving a row of light spots.

It's quiet here.

Apart from a few birds chirping, no human sounds could be heard.

Everyone walked through the hall and walked in a magnificent corridor, stepping on a bright red and neat red carpet.

"To meet the head of state, you need to go through security inspection, and you also need to change clothes and take care of your appearance at the Ministry of Internal Affairs..."

At this time, Logistics Minister Muhsin turned his head and said in a deep voice to Gilan and Mawi.

"Thanks for the reminder, Minister Mohsin."

Ji Lan pinched his hat and nodded at the other party.

Not long after.

The group stopped at a porch.

Parra, Mohsin and the rest of the MPs all moved out of the way.

"Go in." Parra put her hands on the white cane and said to the two of them. "I'll wait for you here."

"yes."

The two nodded to the white-haired old gentleman and immediately walked in.

In the room, four female soldiers in uniform came forward, closed the door, and said to the two of them:

"Team leader Maiev Martirie and team leader Gilan Iros, please ask the two officers to take off their clothes and undergo inspection."

"Ah?" Maiev looked stunned. "You still want to take off your clothes?!"

The four female soldiers looked at each other.

One of them nodded and said seriously and solemnly:

"Yes. This is a must when meeting the head of state."

"Ahem." Maiev glanced at the blond young man on one side without leaving any trace, and then said, "Can we check them separately?"

"Well... please come with me."

Two female soldiers led Maiev to a closed compartment on one side.

Jilan's heart was not disturbed, her face was calm, and she quickly took off her clothes and shoes.

The remaining two female soldiers were a little stunned.

The young officer in front of him has well-defined muscles and an impeccable figure, like a sculpture-like work of art.

Fortunately, they were all elites selected through many layers of processes. They quickly came to their senses and went to search the clothes Jilan had taken off with a tight face.

Immediately, one of them wore gloves and gently touched Gilan's chest, abdomen, arms, and knee sockets.

"Team Leader Jilan, the inspection has been completed."

The female soldier took a deep breath and pretended to be calm.

Gillan nodded.

At this time, another female soldier came over with a tray with a set of gray loose uniforms stacked on top.

Gillan picked it up and put it on.

These procedures originate from the traditions of the Hiru people. In the Middle Ages, this was required to meet the king.

Although it is now the era of the Bremen Empire, this tradition is still preserved, but many red tapes have been omitted.

After putting on his uniform, Gilan was led to a chair by two female soldiers and sat down. They personally shaved, trimmed eyebrows, cleansed the face and styled the young officer's hair.

After a while.

Ji Lan stood in front of the floor-length mirror, a little surprised.

The self in the mirror, after being taken care of by the female soldiers, looks more refined and handsome. Her originally messy blond hair was combed back, adding a bit of majesty to her look.

Paired with the loose gray uniform, he looks quite like a man of power.

"Thank you for your hard work, you two."

Ji Lan turned his head and said to the two female soldiers.

"It's your duty, Team Leader Gilan."

The two female soldiers quickly made a cross salute.

At this time, Maiev also walked out of the cubicle.

She was also wearing a gray loose uniform, but her long black hair, which was originally tied into a ponytail, was now tied up, and she also had light makeup on her face, making her look more generous and beautiful.

Seeing Jilan's image, Maiev's eyes lit up.

She gave the blond young man a thumbs up in appreciation.

Gillan smiled politely at her.

Immediately, the two left the room.

"Not bad." Parra smiled and praised when she saw the two of them. "It's good to be young..."

He gestured for the two of them to follow.

At this time, Gilan discovered that Logistics Minister Mohsin and the committee members had left, leaving only the three of them.

"The Head of State doesn't like noise."

Parra said without looking back.

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

Soon, the two of them were led through the corridor by Parra and came to a huge open-air courtyard.

There is a tall oak tree planted in the corner, and the sun shines down, making the environment quiet and bright.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a wooden rocking chair, with a figure lying on it, holding a book and reading it.

"Your Majesty the Führer."

The two sides stood five meters apart, and Parra spoke softly.

"Bring in the new Gravedigger Maiev Martieri and Gilan Iros."

The figure on the rocking chair slowly put down the book.

Both Jilan and Maiev were shocked.

Because that person was not the head of state on the gold foil banknotes or various propaganda posters, but a young man who seemed to be in his twenties.

He only wore a set of white silk robes, without any accessories, and his feet were bare.

He has long red curly hair shawl, handsome features, a high nose, and a smile on his lips. Only those ruby-like eyes were deep and weathered, weathered by years and wind and frost.

"Good morning, Maiev, Gillan."

The red-haired young man spoke.

His voice is extremely soft, as if full of sunshine, which can warm people's hearts.

"Good morning...Good morning, Führer Caesar."

Maiev was a little nervous, clutching the corners of her clothes, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at him.

Gillan took a deep breath and looked at the face that was fifty-six times similar to William Gerrard, still a little dazed for a moment.

When history shines into reality, it's nothing more than that.

Three hundred years have passed, and the leader of the "Healing Knights" who fought on the battlefield is now sitting in the position of the head of the empire...

But what's going on with that specious appearance?

"Two young heroes of the empire, there is no need to be restrained."

Caesar smiled. He closed the ancient and beautiful book and placed it casually on his lap.

"I summoned you today just for a casual chat..."

He paused for a moment and then said:

"This world is mysterious and vast, and human beings are just insignificant in it, struggling to survive."

"Since the Dawn Era, we have defeated ferocious beasts and harsh environments, established city-states, and continued civilization, but we have stalled due to internal strife."

"Perhaps you don't know that before the Bremen Empire was established, there were many city-states on the continent, dotted all over the place..."

Caesar's eyes were distant and his tone was calm, as if reminiscing.

"At that time, people died every day due to wars, and people fell down from hunger and plague every day. There were so many corpses that they could not be buried, so they had to dig pits and throw them away... Even the rate of digging pits could not keep up with the rate of people dying."

"That era lasted for eight hundred and fifty-five years."