From Prisoner to Si Chen

Everyone rested for the night in Brak City.

Early the next morning, he took the X-1 biplane transport plane and returned to the capital.

When we were about to get off the plane, the charming dim sunset light fell on the surface of the Triumph Building, illuminating the outer wall like gold.

Ms. Teresa, the leader of the second team, had amazing execution ability. Without any delay, she went straight to Chairman Parra’s office, submitted documents and reported the situation.

Ji Lan and his party didn't wait long before they were called to the office, updated the "Investigation Book", and obtained the corresponding merits for this mission.

After a brief private exchange, we learned that including Ms. Teresa, Maiev and others only had 200 merit points, but Gillan only received 400 merit points, accounting for the "big share" of the total 1,500 merit points.

However, the two groups of gravediggers, including Garnold and Kaya, were not dissatisfied with the result. In their minds, they should get more “guides”.

"Okay, the mission is over. Let's go back and rest."

Ms. Teresa walked out of the office and smiled at the people on the bench in the aisle.

"The next mission is not confirmed yet, but it will probably not be too long... After all, there are more and more 'Night Monuments' in the empire."

As she spoke, she shook her head.

"Yes, Ms. Teresa."

Everyone stood up, gave the lady an imperial salute, and immediately left the committee hall.

Only Gilan didn't leave.

He took off his hat to Ms. Teresa and then strode to the Generalissimo's office.

The lady looked at his back, smiled slightly, turned and left.

Tuk Tuk.

"Please come in."

That magnetic voice came from the chairman's office.

Ji Lan pushed the door open and closed it politely.

"Gilan?"

Behind the curved desk, the white-haired old gentleman stopped writing notes, raised his eyes, and smiled at the young man:

"Is there a problem?"

"Chairman Parra, I would like to exchange some knowledge with you."

Gilan walked to the desk and said solemnly.

The Committee's Armed Forces Department can only exchange for some weapons and equipment, as well as various mysterious creations, and things like knowledge blueprints are only in the hands of the Chairman.

"Oh?" Parra smiled. "What do you want to exchange for?"

"Secret skill!"

Gilan had already planned and replied.

Parra looked at him, as if she had thought of something, and her eyes were surprised.

"Have you finished reading "Theory of Balance"? Do you have any new ideas about the concept of 'Secret Techniques of Fusion'?"

"Well..." Gilan nodded. "So be it."

Hearing this, Parra became interested.

He turned the pen to close the lid and placed it gently on the table.

"tell me the story."

"The reason why the four secret skills of the White Cross are difficult to fuse is probably because of the 'Bone Crushing'... The other three secret skills are all of the type that enhances one's body, but the 'Bone Crushing' is a kicking skill."

Ji Lan thought for a while and expressed his conclusion.

Para rubbed her chin and nodded slightly.

"I actually discovered this problem very early on."

He sighed and said again:

"But even if the 'Bone Crushing' is removed and only the other three are combined, it will still be difficult to achieve... I even tried to replace the 'Bone Crushing' with a new amplifying secret skill, but it still cannot be fused."

"So I plan to exchange some kicking skills with you."

Gillan said softly.

Parra was startled and laughed.

"I understand what you mean... It turns out that your goal is not the four secret skills of the White Cross, but to take out the 'Bone Broken' alone and try to integrate it with other kicking skills?"

"Yes." Jilan exhaled. "But I don't want to completely give up on the four secret skills of the White Cross. I just want to give the 'Bone Broken' a try. If I can successfully integrate the new kicking skills, it will prove that the chairman's idea is right."

"Hmm." Parra looked thoughtful. "It's a good direction... In the past, I seemed to have fallen into a blind spot in my thinking, always struggling to integrate the four secret skills of the White Cross."

He said, raising his hand.

A squeaking sound.

Red lightning bloomed and jumped in the palm of my hand.

Immediately, two rolls of parchment tied with emerald green string appeared out of thin air in the old gentleman's hands.

He pushed him in front of Ji Lan again.

"This is a two-part body-building technique that exercises the calves and thighs respectively. By the end of the practice, you will be able to master the corresponding two secret techniques."

Parra chuckled.

"Following the principle of equal exchange, 150 merits per volume...Give me your 'investigation book'."

Jilan quickly took out his investigation book and handed it over.

Parra took it, spread it out, picked up a precision seal covered with gear structures on the table, and stamped it on it.

Snapped!

He flicked the seal with his fingers, and the mung bean-sized engraving head on it rotated on its own, making a clicking sound.

Parra pressed the switch, fixed it on the precise number, and continued to write another page in the investigation book.

Snapped!

When the investigation book was returned, Jilan took it and took a look.

After deducting 300 merit points, I still have 360 ​​merit points.

"Go ahead. Looking forward to your results, Gillan."

Parra waved her hand.

Ji Lan thanked him, picked up two volumes of secret skills, stood up and left.

Wait for the door to close again.

Parra's eyes still stayed at the door, she shook her head and sighed: "It's amazing."

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When Gillan left the Triumph Building, it was already dark outside.

He drove back to Price Street, found a restaurant halfway, ordered a few dishes, and satiated his stomach.

He dropped a dozen silver coins, left an empty plate on the table, and walked away under the surprised gaze of the waiter.

After returning to the rental apartment, Gilan simply washed up and put on a loose black silk nightgown. He sat at the desk in the master bedroom and read the contents of two volumes of parchment under the light of the desk lamp.

Wow.

Gillan untied the string, flattened the parchment, and studied it carefully.

Both of these body-building techniques have no names, and it is not known where Para Celsus got it from, but judging from the ancient Xilu text above, this should be a type of ancient body-building technique.

It took nearly half an hour for Gillan to roughly read one of the parchments, and then practiced on the wooden floor of the master bedroom.

He followed the exercise instructions, using his toes to support the weight of his body, and then jumped in small steps at a faster or slower frequency.

Work with your breathing and tightening and relaxing your calf muscles.

Exploring and trying.

When it was approaching midnight, Gilan felt the muscles in his two calves squirm and become warm.

He did not hesitate and shouted directly from the bottom of his heart:

'gorgeous! ’

The eyeball number "194" dropped to "144".

After consuming a full 50 points of mysterious energy, Jilan instantly practiced this body-building technique to the highest level, and mastered the secret skills hidden in it.

Snapped! !

Gillan supported on one foot and performed a high leg lift.

The calf was like a soft whip, kicked in the air more than a dozen times in the blink of an eye, and the blurred afterimages were drawn.

Bang bang bang bang! !

Jilan retracted his legs and stood up straight.

He nodded with satisfaction.

"This kicking technique is called 'Meteor'. It uses the explosive power of the lower legs to kick out a violent storm of kicks in a short period of time. The landing point of each blow can be accurately controlled."

Jilan tried to cast "Meteor" a few more times, then wiped his sweat, returned to the table, and continued to study another parchment.

Time passes.

It's past three o'clock at midnight.

He once again called "Beautiful" in his heart. This time, the mysterious points still dropped by 50 points, leaving "94".

Gillan thus mastered another secret skill "the sharp axe"!

He took a step forward, raised his right leg, and a blurry afterimage flashed across his body. The legs were like sharp axes, kicked out horizontally, making a terrifying roar.

boom! !

Jilan put one foot on the ground, turned around twice, and used his waist strength and inertia to counterattack with another whip kick.

boom! !

The "Axe" kick is particularly shocking.

Jilan only estimated that this leg could break a one-centimetre-thick steel plate!

Not long after.

He breathed calmly.

'Bone breaking, shooting star, sharp axe... these three are all kicking skills, and they focus on kicking, kicking and kicking respectively. ’

Jilan closed his eyes and concentrated on imagining the three merged into one. At the same time, it calls for "beautiful".

The colored number "94" flashes slightly, then dims to gray.

Above this, a translucent number "200" emerges.

"Huh?" Jilan opened his eyes and raised his brows. "It's feasible! But it requires 200 points of mysterious energy..."

He looked happy.

This result makes him particularly happy.

Because this shows that his idea is completely correct.

Only when the types and attributes of secret skills are similar and have complementary tendencies, then it will be easier to deduce "Beautiful" and fewer mystery points will be spent!

"Hmm..." Jilan lowered his head and pondered. "The mysterious energy is still too lacking. I have to find an opportunity to get in touch with Midnight Rose to see if I can purchase new real film."

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The last day of October.

Although it was the rare "long lens day" again, Gillan had no new film for viewing.

He simply walked out the door.

After driving to South Muse, stop at the door of the "Monastery of Our Lady" on St. Maud Street.

Cars are not uncommon in the empire at this stage, but the frequency of their appearance in South Muse is still relatively low. Therefore, when he got out of the car, Gilan, dressed in high-end black clothes and black hat, attracted the attention of many people around him.

He ignored this and walked straight into the monastery gate.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning, the morning sunlight was gentle and not dazzling, the birds in the courtyard were chirping and the flowers were fragrant, and the environment was quiet and soothing.

The poor people waiting for relief are lining up in a long queue, either with numb faces or just communicating in low voices, waiting for the distribution of oatmeal and bread.

Among the nuns who were giving alms, Miss Sparrow was not seen.

Gillan strode across the long queue into the church, took out a "10" Caesar gold foil note, and threw it into the donation box.

A middle-aged nun sitting behind the porch saw this, gave Gillan a kind smile, and whispered:

"Thank you, kind sir. May Our Lady have mercy on you."

Perhaps because she had been here several times, she recognized Gilan, pointed to the arched wooden door on the inside of the church, and said with a smile:

"Sister Aurora is studying in the quiet room. Do you need me to help you call her out?"

"Thank you." Gillan took off his hat.

The middle-aged nun nodded slightly, stood up, walked over, knocked twice on the wooden door, and whispered a few words.

Not long after.

The door opened from the inside, and a pretty but pretty Sparrow wearing a black nun's robe came out.

When she saw the blond young man, she looked surprised.

"Mr. Gillan!"