From Prisoner to Si Chen

Ji Lan stood outside the door with a shocked expression.

After hearing the conversation between William and Clark, he instantly confirmed two things...

First, this young man named "Clark Smith" is very likely to be the "director" of February Sichen in later generations!

Secondly, Clark may be Gillan's "fellow friend"...

That is, the time traveler who came to this different world from the earth!

Gulu.

Gillan swallowed.

These two guesses really scared him.

'If Clark is a time traveler, will he have any special abilities like me...'

Gillan had such an idea inexplicably.

'Does Clark know I exist? After all, I am now in the movie he shot...and as the "director" of February Sichen, will He be watching me secretly? ’

Thinking of this, Jilan's heart skipped a beat.

Because he has used the "various" ability more than once in real film. Such particularity is difficult not to attract the attention of the "director".

And if the "director" realizes his specialness, will he observe deeply and discover his identity as a "traveler"?

Gilan doesn’t know…

But his mood at this moment is very complicated.

Because he had no idea what kind of person Clark was and what kind of attitude he would have towards his "fellow countryman".

Is it intimacy or hatred?

Guillen couldn't be sure.

But as of now, the fact that he is not dead yet is sufficient to illustrate three possibilities.

First, the "director" has not yet discovered his existence.

Secondly, the "director" has actually discovered him, but does not know his identity as a time traveler.

Third, the "director" discovered him and knew his identity as a time traveler, but he had good intentions, so he didn't touch him.

Gillan's mind was racing.

He believes that as the law of truth that governs the world, it is unlikely that the "director", one of the Twelve Sichens, would not be able to detect his little tricks.

So, the third possibility is the most likely.

Thinking of this, Gillan relaxed a little.

He stood there and thought for a while, and finally chose to take a step forward and opened the door to the backstage of the theater.

Creak——

The simple wooden door was pushed open by Jilan.

There was a young man sitting on each of the two wooden benches facing each other inside.

On the left is William Gerard, who has shoulder-length blond hair and a single ponytail. He held the steel cross sword in his arms and leaned against the wall with a smile on his face.

The boy on the right is wearing a loose beige robe, has a thin body, but wears a very inconsistent white spherical metal helmet.

In his arms, he also held a strange black iron box.

Seeing the door open, the two of them turned to look at it at the same time.

At this moment, Gillan and Clark looked at each other.

The thick glass surface of the white ball helmet reflected the light of the candle, and also reflected Gillan's own figure... except that underneath, Clark's true face could not be seen.

‘Astronaut helmet? ’

Gillan had such a sense of déjà vu inexplicably.

Click!

A dazzling white light flashed, followed by a crisp sound.

Ji Lan instinctively raised his hand to block it in front of him.

The next second, he squinted and was shocked to see a piece of yellowed "paper" popping out from the bottom of the black iron box in the arms of the young man wearing a strange ball helmet.

On the paper, a picture of a young man with his hands raised to cover his face was printed with black ink.

‘Photo…camera? ’

Gillan looked shocked.

‘This is the medieval period! ’

"That's strange...I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Clark held the "photo", lowered his head to look at it, and then looked up at Gillan. There was a squeaking sound under the helmet.

At this time, William, who was sitting opposite him, smiled and said:

"Teacher, you are here... Let me introduce to you. This is my friend, Clark Smith. The play "Don Quixote" we are watching today was written by him."

"Um."

Gillan nodded to William first.

Then he looked at Clark again and suddenly said in a deep voice:

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed."

Clark blurted out almost reflexively:

"I suspect it's on the ground..."

But the words stopped abruptly midway through.

He suddenly let out a sigh, as if he remembered something, and bent down while hugging his round helmet, lost in thought.

Gillan and William were stunned.

But soon, Clark sat up straight again, as if nothing was wrong. But in Gillan's opinion, the other party's reaction was more like being touched by the conversation just now.

"You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

Clark's voice suddenly became calm.

Ji Lan didn't know why, but her breathing was stagnant.

He had an intuition that the current Clark... should be called "director"!

"Are you the 'director'?"

Gillan asked cautiously.

However, the other party sat upright and did not make a sound. The shiny surface of the helmet reflected the candlelight in the room, making it impossible to see his expression.

"No...I'm not the 'director', I'm just 'actor A', now playing the teenage Clark Smith."

"Um?"

Ji Lan only felt that his thoughts were a little confused.

Actor A?

That "Mr. A" who often appears in real films, playing various roles like a "Queen Actor"?

"Mr. A, you said you've been waiting for me for a long time...what do you mean?"

Gillan asked tentatively.

Only then did he notice that the surrounding environment, including William, seemed to have been paused and stopped moving.

In the whole room, only Gillan and the boy in the helmet could still speak and move.

"I can only move in the real film, and I can't go to the mortal world... So, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Under the glass of the round helmet, a muffled voice came.

"The code you just exchanged with me awakened my autonomous consciousness."

Gillan maintained a surprised expression, and his heart moved.

Hearing the other party say this, he didn't understand what was going on.

This is most likely the ultimate easter egg buried by the "director" in every real film. To be precise, it is an easter egg specially reserved for the "fellow countryman" of the time traveler...

Only when special conditions are met can it be triggered, thereby awakening Mr. A, the "royal actor".

Therefore, the other party said that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"So... Mr. A, what is your relationship with the 'director'?"

Gillan asked again.

The young man still sat upright, and a muffled voice came from under the thick glass:

"I am one of the four apostles under the seat of the 'director'. The reason why I stayed in the real film and waited for you is only to convey the advice that the 'director' left for you..."

"Director's" advice?

Advice as a senior time traveler!

Jilan's heart suddenly shuddered.

He looked serious and asked in a deep voice:

"What advice?"

"There are five pieces of advice."

Mr. A answered calmly and spread his five fingers.

"One, 'You and I are both "pests" of this world, and we must ascend as soon as possible at all costs. Only by becoming one of the truth laws that operate all things can we be exempted from the world's malice towards you.'"

"Two, 'William Gerard can be your absolute helper. Standing in the same camp with him is your best choice. Because except for him, no one in the world dares to subvert the original order.'"

"Three, 'Be wary of art.'"

"Four, 'The old god Si Sui is the world itself, and the new god Si Chen is the world's law. But the world will collapse, and the law will also collapse.'"

"Five, 'If Si When Chen falls, the laws of truth that maintain the operation of the world will be distorted... But there are two cornerstone principles that are eternal and unchanging. '"

"'First, everything exists, and existence leaves traces. '"

"'After a mortal dies, he will leave a spirit body; after a spiritual person dies, he will leave a mysterious object; after a long life, he will leave a nightmare monument... All of these are manifestations of following this principle. Even the transmuters, the apostles, and even Si Chen and Si Sui cannot escape this principle. '"

"'Second, everything will dream, and dreams are a reflection of reality. '"

"'Remember these two principles! '"

After that, Mr. A said no more.

Leaving Ji Lan with his mouth slightly open, he fell into deep thought.

The "director" left him advice through this apostle, the amount of information was too much, making it difficult for him to digest for a while.

Even some words, Ji Lan didn't quite understand.

Especially the "two eternal principles", he only vaguely understood.

'Travelers are the "pests" of the world? Once discovered, I will be hostile to this world...'

'That is to say, my true identity and "Colorful" must not be exposed, otherwise I will suffer terrible disasters? '

Gilan's face was thoughtful.

'Being vigilant about art means referring to the "Three Hours of Art"? So what I should be vigilant about is everything about "Miss Elegy", "Mrs. Ya" and "White Dove Poet"...'

In addition, the "director" clearly suggested Gilan to hold on to William Gerard's thighs in his advice.

And Gilan did not resist this.

When you are weak, you should find a backer.

What's more, in the real world, he is the head of the Bremen Empire's committee and gravedigger, and belongs to William's camp.

Of course, Gilan did not easily believe the "director's" advice, but hid it in his heart and slowly pondered it later.

Wow——

Suddenly, the static pictures around him suddenly "flowed" again, the candlelight swayed, and the shadows swayed.

There was also some noise outside the house.

It was as if the ears had recovered the "signal" the moment he emerged from the sea.

Clark stood up, patted his chest and saluted Gillan, and spoke in a gentle tone:

"I often hear William talk about you, Mr. Gillan, you are an excellent swordsman!"

Seeing this, Gillan also knew that Mr. A's self-consciousness was "gone", and Clark Smith also returned to "normal".

At this time, William, holding the cross sword, suddenly spoke:

"By the way, teacher, Clark recently collected an ancient parchment, which records a treasure from more than a thousand years ago, in the territory of the Percy Merchant Alliance, only more than a hundred kilometers away from the city of 'Florian'..."

"Are you interested in taking the guard team to see it?"

"Treasure map?"

Gillan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Clark.

Under the thick glass of the boy's round helmet, a positive voice came:

"Yes... It seems to be a noble relic of 'Missiarios'. It is a country that is older than the Kingdom of Rongdeng. According to legend, they believe in the third-year-old 'Miss Dark Tears'."