From Prisoner to Si Chen

After watching the movie.

Ji Lan sat cross-legged on the ground and remained silent for a long time.

He stared at the illogical movie images that were still flashing on the screen, his eyes still full of shock.

‘Miss Torina’s full name is actually “Torina Gerald”? ! ’

Ji Lan secretly thought, surprised.

The owner of the Black Castle in the dream, the sickly wheelchair girl, was actually the daughter of William and "Ms. Snow"...

The offspring born to the two Si Chens...

No wonder she is so mysterious and powerful!

When Gilan understood Miss Torina's life experience, he suddenly understood why the wheelchair-bound girl had a strange reaction when the name of the head of the empire was mentioned in casual chat.

‘Perhaps the reason why Miss Torina has disabled legs and can never leave Castle Black is related to this secret history. ’

Ji Lan couldn't help but guess, and sighed secretly at the same time.

In order to ascend, William paid many prices to satisfy the truth of "equivalent exchange"... Among them, the birth of Torina was one of the prices.

In a sense, she is not the "child of love" between William and Xadia, but the "result of a transaction."

"Ms. Snow" borrowed her own laws to help William ascend, and at the same time gave birth to their daughter Torina, thereby saving the world...

From the moment she was born, Torina was forcibly given the mission of saving the world. She couldn't make her own decisions in life at all, everything was arranged.

No matter how great such a mission is, Gillan only feels sorry for her.

Torina has never experienced the growth process that a normal girl should have. All she has is an empty and silent castle, a cold wheelchair... and unspeakable loneliness and pain.

It wasn't until this moment that Gillan understood why Torina was so happy every time she visited and why she was so afraid of the dark...

Gillan stood up and silently fiddled with the projector.

He recalled the hidden scenes he had just seen, and felt a little emotional about William's determination.

From these secret histories, it can be seen that for unknown reasons, "Ms. Snow" of Jiu Sichen contacted William early in the Land of Gods and told him how to use the "Enlightenment Fire".

Therefore, a series of William's subsequent actions were actually paving the way for his ascension.

Perhaps his original purpose of establishing the "Healing Knights" was just to intervene in the "Battle of Yongsa" and end the war... But later he clearly realized that just like this, he could not realize his dream at all.

Human desires are endless, and natural and man-made disasters cannot be stopped by human power... Only by becoming a god can one have the ability to overcome all difficulties and complete the grand vision.

Therefore, William participated in the war, commanded the regiment, was deliberately arrested, and suffered all kinds of inhumane torture in the dungeon.

These are to personally experience the power of the three Sichens: "Gladiator", "Blind General" and "Noonday Dawn".

Including the final combination with Xadia and the creation of their daughter Torina, it is also a "close" experience of the "Snow Lady" path.

William borrowed the experience of the Four Sichen Roads, used the "Enlightenment Fire" as a weight and "equivalent exchange" as a lever, and finally leveraged the truth and soared in the dungeon.

'William Gerrard...'

Ji Lan silently said something amazing in his heart.

He slowly walked to the window and glanced at the sky.

Even in the morning, the faint outlines of many stars can still be seen in the blue sky. One of them is the "Crane King", which symbolizes the god of struggle and change.

…

…

"Um?"

Ji Lan's eyes moved downwards and his brows suddenly frowned. He noticed that there seemed to be some noise and confusion on the street below.

I saw a carriage overturned on the side of the road. The embarrassed passengers were arguing fiercely with the driver. Both sides looked very angry, even ferocious.

Even the horses were snoring and shaking their heads with red eyes, looking very impatient.

The other side of the street.

A middle-aged man in a suit was scolding a newsboy carrying a cross-body bag.

"I told you not to buy it! Don't you understand human language?"

"Sir, just buy a newspaper! There is big news today, really..."

Snapped!

The middle-aged man actually slapped the newsboy in the street.

And he cursed with a look of disgust:

"Bottom bastards! You morons don't deserve to live here, get out!"

The newsboy received a slap and fell to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the back of the middle-aged man, his eyes showing resentment. He stood up, took out a fruit knife from his crossbody bag, rushed over and stabbed the opponent in the lower back.

"Ah!" the middle-aged man screamed, clutching his wound and staggering down.

The newsboy sat on top of him and kept stabbing him with his knife, screaming indiscriminately. Blood splattered everywhere and made a popping sound.

At this time, the quarreling coachman and passengers also got into a fight.

Some pedestrians on the street saw this and kept exclaiming.

However, such verbal quarrels or physical conflicts are not isolated cases and occur in every store. People seem to become extremely irritable and mentally unstable.

"What's going on?" Ji Lan's eyes stern.

He suddenly seemed to have discovered something and immediately activated his spiritual vision.

I saw that in the surrounding air, in addition to the free four-color cosmic elements, there was also a mysterious substance like mist.

The substance is vague and has a psychedelic yellow-brown color, giving people a dangerous and weird feeling.

"This is..." Gilan raised his arm and stretched out his fingers to try to touch. However, the yellow-brown mist seemed to be alive, avoiding his fingers on its own.

"miasma?!"

A flash of understanding flashed in Jilan's eyes.

From the beginning of his journey, he knew that the air in this other world was filled with miasma. Ordinary people who do not rely on shelter, perfume, soap, and mystical clothing will be infected by the miasma and become sick and crazy.

But it was not until this moment that he observed the vague existence of miasma with his own eyes for the first time.

'Even the room is filled with a little miasma...'

Gillan looked around, frowning.

He looked out the window again and found that the miasma outside was even stronger, as if the entire city was shrouded in a vast yellow-brown fog.

'What happened to cause the miasma to become even more intense...'

In the past, the miasma was invisible and intangible, and could not be detected even with spiritual vision, but now its vague outline can be seen.

It can be seen that the concentration of miasma has inexplicably increased!

Gillan looked back.

He dressed neatly and left the apartment with his gray cane. After going downstairs and getting on the "public car" parked aside, we drove straight to the Triumph Building in the central area.

On the way, he saw more than once conflicts and bloodshed on both sides of the street. From simple quarrels, to pushing each other, to using sharp weapons, and even group fights involving a few people or more than a dozen people.

The formerly elegant people in the capital suddenly became violent under the influence of the miasma, and would take action if they disagreed.

Police carriages can be seen everywhere. Either while driving or parked on the side of the road.

The police officers in blue and gray uniforms tried their best to mediate and maintain order... but often even the police officers could not control their emotions and drew their guns to shoot people.

Listening to the sporadic gunshots outside the car window, Gillan grabbed the steering wheel with a solemn expression.

'It seems like something big happened...'

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

When he struggled through the increasingly crowded and chaotic streets and arrived at the Triumph Building, he was shocked to find that the place was surrounded by the army.

Behind the makeshift wire guardrails and sandbag roadblocks, there were many soldiers with live ammunition standing.

They were on alert and alert to their surroundings.

A group of soldiers, led by two lieutenant-level officers, intercepted Guillen's car.

"Team Leader Gilan Iros, due to emergencies, we, at the request of the superior department, will strictly control the central area..."

The leader, the middle-aged captain, held a gun, gave an imperial cross salute to Gilan, and then gave a serious explanation.

Gilan showed his identification and got out of the car without embarrassing these people.

"Do you know what happened?"

He closed the car door with a bang and asked the two lieutenants in a deep voice. The latter two shook their heads, and the middle-aged captain who spoke earlier replied:

"I don't know. We just received the order immediately and forced the soldiers to be injected with high-concentration 'anti-miasma medicine', and they were immediately arranged here."

"Yeah." Jilan nodded. "Thanks for your hard work."

He stopped talking, just frowned, took a step forward with his gray cane, and walked straight towards the Triumph Building.

‘It seems that after the accident occurred, the empire took emergency measures as soon as possible...the source of the problem must have been discovered, which was the sudden intensification of the "miasma". ’

Gilan thought to himself as he entered the building.

People were coming and going in a hurry, and the faces of the clerks were quite anxious, and there was even a trace of panic between their brows.

It can be seen that the severity of this incident far exceeded official expectations.

Gillan walked through the crowd, took the elevator up to the 70th floor, and went directly to the Investigative Committee Hall.

He found that almost all the committee members in the capital were here, and there were no less than a hundred people at a glance. Gravediggers including Raynor, Mgul, Garnold, Kaya and Maiev were all present.

Seeing Gilan approaching, Maiev quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Mr. Gillan, you are finally here. Chairman Parra has just issued an order and plans to send someone to notify you to come and gather for a meeting."

Maiev lowered her voice and said seriously.

"Something serious happened... the 'miasma' suddenly broke out, and the concentration increased sharply. Many ordinary people were infected, became seriously ill, and even went crazy."

"The whole Museti is in chaos!"

"Is the scope of the 'miasma' outbreak limited to the capital? Or is this the case throughout the empire?"

Ji Lan thought for a while and asked in a deep voice.

Maiev sighed heavily, shook her head and said:

"According to the latest intelligence, not only the capital, but also the empire... riots have also occurred in other countries, and the death rate has increased sharply."

"This is a world-wide disaster!"

"Chairman Parra said that the harm of this incident is countless times more terrible than the great plague and famine in the Middle Ages... If it cannot be dealt with in time, the entire world's population will shrink by 70% to 80%."

"All countries and civilizations, including the Bremen Empire, will completely collapse because of this..."

"so serious?!"

Jilan's pupils shrank.

But then he thought about it, if the sky fell and there was still a tall man holding it up, no matter how anxious he was, it would have no effect.

The operation of all things in the world depends on the law of truth of the Twelve Sichen. Even if the "miasma disaster" this time was not caused by the superiors, it was definitely inseparable from it.

Click, click...

At this time, a burst of footsteps came.

The committee members in the hall turned around and saw an old gentleman with white hair walking, followed by several high-ranking politicians and committee leaders.

"Your Majesty the Generalissimo."

Everyone quickly said hello.

Parra waved her hands, walked to the high platform in the hall with a serious face, and said straight to the point:

"You must have all seen this emergency. The miasma concentration suddenly intensified and was higher than ever before!"

He sighed and drew a coordinate chart with white chalk on the blackboard in the hall. The X-axis was the age and the Y-axis was the miasma concentration.

A "V" shaped curve was drawn out by Para.

"According to relevant data, the concentration of miasma in the Middle Ages was only 1.8 Pascal. By the 19th century, it slowly dropped to 1.2 Pascal, and in recent decades of the 20th century, it even fell below 1 Pascal. …”

Parra said slowly.

"In addition, the knowledge against miasma such as 'perfume doctrine', 'cleanliness theory' and 'dressing method' has also been popularized among the people, and miasma has gradually evolved from a natural disaster that was originally smelled, to an ordinary thing. "

"We all thought that 'miasma' was like the countless diseases that had been defeated in the past historical years and became mankind's 'defeated general'..."

"But in the early hours of last night, the miasma concentration suddenly intensified. After multiple tests, it reached an astonishing 3.6 Pa... and the concentration is still growing!"

"I don't know how many people got sick and went crazy or even lost their lives in this miasma natural disaster..."

"The empire is facing unprecedented challenges!"

"The situation is very urgent!"

Parra waved his hand, and several clerks held confidential documents and distributed them to every committee member present.

"As members of the Bremen Empire's Mysterious Investigation Committee, you need to mobilize immediately to perform your respective tasks and try your best to prevent this disaster!"

"Yes! Chairman!"

Everyone held the documents in their hands and responded solemnly.

Gilan raised his hand and saw that the document detailed the tasks he needed to perform——

Escort a batch of specially made high-concentration "anti-miasma medicine" to the "Ritein Water Plant" in North Muse, and supervise the internal staff to mix the anti-miasma medicine into daily water.

‘Treating the symptoms but not the root cause…’

Ji Lan sighed inwardly.

There are millions of people in Muse City, and the "Ritein Water Plant" provides daily water to hundreds of thousands of residents in North Muse. After these anti-miasma medicines are diluted, the effectiveness of the medicine has been reduced to an unknown extent.

And such investment is also huge, and the empire cannot be maintained for a long time.

But Gillan also knew that this was a temporary measure.

Chairman Parra intends to use this to stabilize the situation in the capital and gain more time to think about countermeasures.

Otherwise, if this continues, I don’t know how many people will die in the empire, what kind of chaotic scenes will occur, and the overall order will be seriously affected...