From Prisoner to Si Chen

That night.

Jilan packed up some personal belongings in the rental apartment and packed them into boxes.

In addition to the clothes in two large suitcases, there were some mystical artifacts, mainly alchemical medicine utensils.

These things were not expensive, but Jilan did not want to throw them away casually.

Because there were many trivial things such as bottles and jars, and most of them were fragile, he planned to wait until tomorrow and let the people in charge of helping to move them deal with them.

As for the projector, it was a prohibited item that was expressly prohibited in the empire and should not be seen by others. Jilan wrapped it with a piece of black cloth and then sealed it in a large cardboard box.

Unless the movers were crazy, they would not open it without authorization to check it.

Although Jilan's current status and position would not be punished even if he was discovered, he still had to do superficial work. He had just taken office and did not want to cause trouble.

After doing all this, Jilan took a shower.

He was wearing a loose black nightgown, with a half-wet blond hair scattered on his shoulders, looking like he had a noble and lazy temperament.

Jilan sat at the table, flipping through some occult books he had obtained in the past.

Suddenly, he somehow remembered the bottle of windmill cat blood that Führer Caesar gave him at the dinner, and the last words he said...

Wish him a good dream tonight?

At first glance, this sentence is nothing special, just like a casual concern from an elder.

But the problem is that the person who said this is the Führer, who symbolizes the "remnant king" of the December Sichen, and the other person who remains in the world.

Jilan felt that He would not say this for no reason, and there must be some deep meaning in it.

'Dream...'

He said to himself.

Click.

Jilan raised his hand to turn off the desk lamp, closed the book, got up and walked to the bed and lay down.

Then, he closed his eyes.

As his consciousness gradually sank, Jilan's spirit body descended into his own spiritual kingdom.

There was no meeting appointment tonight. Except for the mad king who was still sitting like a sculpture, the seats on the five spiral stone pillars were empty.

Gillan stood beside the blazing cross sword bonfire, lost in thought.

‘The leader gave me the blood of the windmill cat, but did not tell me its purpose, only told me that someone needed it... Who is this person? ’

Soon, he thought of a person.

Tolina Gerard.

Apart from the daughter of the “remnant king”, Gillan could not think of anyone else who could make the leader so concerned.

‘The leader... did he know that I had contact with Miss Tolina? ’

Gillan’s heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, his mentality was like a yellow-haired man who was having a private relationship with a lady of socialite, and was caught by his majestic father-in-law. He felt inexplicably horrified.

But fortunately, Gillan adjusted his mentality in an instant.

He and Miss Tolina were just ordinary friends, and there was no transgression.

He had not done anything wrong, so what was there to be afraid of.

Otherwise, the leader would not have trusted him so much and handed him the blood of the windmill cat...

Gillan slowly took out the horn “letter comb”.

Then, he activated it.

Whoosh——

The familiar feeling of the world spinning came with it, and Gillan only felt a strong suction pulling him, pulling his spirit body to a certain place.

The next moment.

Gillan regained his sight and found himself on the huge island again, standing at the gate of the Black Castle.

Click.

He took a step, walked into the gate, and climbed the old stone steps.

On both sides of the steps, unknown flowers exuded charming fragrance, making the quiet environment around filled with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

Gillan reached the platform on the stone steps, which seemed empty and lacked vitality.

He did not stop, but walked straight through the open space and entered the main hall of the Black Castle.

Like last time, Miss Tolina did not come out to greet him or say hello as usual.

Gillan searched in the main building for a while, but to no avail, so he went up to the attic on the top floor again.

But inside the golden railing, the four-poster bed placed in the center was empty, and Miss Tolina was not seen.

He stood outside the guardrail and recalled what the other party said last time. Miss Tolina once told him that she might sleep for a long time because she was too tired...

Gilan was disappointed that he could not see the girl this time.

He had few friends, and Miss Tolina was one of them, and a very special one.

Maybe it was because the two had similar experiences and felt sympathy, or maybe the other party had helped him more than once, which made him grateful.

This made Gilan quite close to Tolina.

‘Forget it, I’ll come and see next time. ’

Gilan sighed and turned to go downstairs.

But as soon as he returned to the spacious and empty hall, he suddenly heard slow footsteps.

The candlelight on the white candles scattered around began to sway and fluctuate. It was as if there was an invisible airflow passing through the hall.

He turned his head and saw a tall figure coming from the shadows.

The man gradually walked into the range of the firelight, revealing a dark, restrained and mysterious priest robe. He was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with irregular burn marks all over the brim, and holding a large book wrapped in black tape in his hand, with black smoke coming out of his body.

"Mr. Jorah Jox?"

Gilan recognized the person who came. He was Miss Tolina's guard and the steward of the Black Castle.

Jorah stood in front of him, with a pair of cold eyes under his wide-brimmed hat, looking at Gilan with scrutiny.

"Mr. Guillain Iros, according to the wishes of the lady, I have killed Krampus, the 'Christmas Demon', and he will not trouble you again..."

"Huh?!" Ji Lan was startled.

Krampus is dead...

Killed by Butler Jorah? !

That was the alter ego of "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon, an existence with peak level 6 combat power, and he just... died? !

Gillan still clearly remembers that it was precisely because he mentioned what happened on Christmas Eve to Miss Torina that she asked Butler Jorah to help him solve this problem.

'I didn't expect Butler Jorah to be so strong... No, it should be said that as the daughter of the "Crippled King" and "Ms. Snow", Miss Tolina's bodyguard is really too fierce. ’

He thought to himself.

Immediately, Jilan said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Jorah."

"No need to thank me." Jorah said indifferently. "You have to thank Miss. If she doesn't speak, I won't take action... Your life or death has nothing to do with me."

"That's right." Gillan smiled. "But when I came here this time, I didn't see Miss Tolina. Do you know where she went? I want to thank her in person."

Jorah said nothing.

He looked at Jilan quietly for a few seconds, but then he started talking about other topics:

"My lady's life is full of suffering, Mr. Gillan."

"Huh?" Ji Lan raised his brows, looking puzzled.

Jorah ignored him and continued to talk to himself:

"As soon as the young lady was born, she was in darkness and had never seen the outside world... She had lived a lonely, closed and cold life since she was a child. She did not understand the complex human nature of the world, but she had to endure it every day and night. Pain from the dark side of human nature, and hellish torture.”

"Even so, she always maintained a tolerant, kind and compassionate heart."

"I can see that your appearance has changed the lady... She has become more lively than before, she has become more looking forward to life, and she has become more smiling."

"My lady never hummed a song while watering the flowers, never pushed her wheelchair alone to the clock tower and was in a daze, never asked me how much time had passed, and never asked me to go to the land of gods to find that meaningless flower tea. Seed, let alone let me take action...to hunt down other apostles!"

As Jorah spoke, his tone became increasingly cold, even containing warning and a hint of anger.

"It's you, Mr. Guillain Iros. You gave the lady hope and unrealistic expectations... But I know very well that only when there is hope, there will be disappointment."

"I don't want to see the day when the lady is sad because of disappointment, do you understand what I mean?"

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

He lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"Mr. Jorah, do you think I am deceiving Miss Torina?"

“Isn’t it considered cheating to make a promise you can’t keep?”

Jorah said calmly.

"Why do you, a fourth-level Kuze, think you have the ability to bring the young lady to the outside world?"

"You don't understand the meaning of Castle Black at all, nor do you know why the lady is trapped here. The hope you gave her is just a dream weaved casually, a lie without any responsibility."

"Your behavior disgusts me!"

Gillan nodded without making any rebuttal.

After being silent for a few seconds, he said:

"You are right, Mr. Jorah. I really don't have the strength or confidence to fulfill my promise now..."

Ji Lan raised his eyes and looked directly at the other person.

He said in a calm tone:

"But if I can't do it now, it doesn't mean I can't do it in the future... Since I made a promise, I will do my best to fulfill it."

"Being unable to do it and not doing it are two different things. Do you want Miss Torina to be trapped in this never-ending darkness forever?"

"If you can't get her out, don't stop me from trying to get her out."

"..."

Jorah Chox's breath hitched.

A long while.

"I hope it turns out as you said."

He whispered in a hoarse voice.

After saying that, Jorah turned around and walked towards the darkness, not forgetting to add:

"Come with me, the lady is below the castle."

Ji Lan raised his brows and immediately took steps to follow.

The two of them walked through the side door of Castle Black's hall and entered a narrow corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a round-arched iron door.

Jorah opened the door and led Gilan inside.

The stone stairs spiraled downward, and iron basket torches were hung on the walls, lengthening and swaying the shadows of the two people.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sound on the quiet stairs is the sound of footsteps.

After walking downward like this for twenty minutes, Jilan found himself in a dark cave where he couldn't see his fingers.

This cave is quite large, because the small sound is directly swallowed up by the depth beyond.

There is only a cantilevered passage less than five meters wide in front, with black iron pillar-shaped torches standing on both sides.

Gilan continued to follow Jorah.

This walk lasted nearly half an hour.

Until they reached a spacious circular platform. The ground here is made of uneven, pitted obsidian.

In the center of the platform stood a black iron coffin more than three meters high, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Its surface was covered with complex and mysterious patterns.

The iron coffin is erected, with a relief sculpture of a nun closing her eyes on the front, holding a scepter lightly in her hand.

For some reason, the iron coffin was surrounded by darkness that could not be dispelled even by the light of torches.

Moreover, the entire surface of the iron coffin was covered with a thick layer of frost, making it extremely cold. Even before he got close, Gilan felt a biting coldness, as if his consciousness was about to be frozen.

"The lady is sleeping inside."

Jorah stopped in front of the black coffin and whispered.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a glass vial from his arms, which contained dark red blood.

Bo.

Jorah pulled the cork off the bottle, and then poured blood on the surface of the black coffin, making a splash.

I saw that the surrounding darkness faded slightly, and the frost also showed signs of melting, but the effect was not obvious.

"This is Krampus's blood, which can alleviate the lady's pain a little..."

Jorah said solemnly.

Hearing this, Jilan was startled.

Immediately, he thought of something and silently took out a small glass bottle.

"Huh?" Jorah's gaze was instantly fixed on the glass bottle in Gillan's hand, and his eyes were focused. "This is……"

"The blood of Pal Solomon, the Windmill Cat."

Gilan said calmly.

Ignoring Jorah's surprised look, he strode forward, uncorked the bottle, imitated his actions, and sprinkled the golden blood in the bottle on the surface of the black coffin.

Wow...

All of a sudden.

The darkness around the black coffin faded instantly, and the frost on the surface melted, making the effect obviously better.

"It's actually true!" Jorah's tone was filled with disbelief and excitement. "How come you have the blood of 'Windmill Cat'?!"

Gillan didn't answer.

Instead, he raised his head and stared at the black coffin.

The next second.

Creak——

The cover of the black coffin slowly opened.

A slender and frail figure was lying quietly inside. His black hair was scattered around his shoulders, his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes were slightly trembling.

With her exquisite facial features, she was clearly Torina.

The girl placed her hands on her chest, clutching a stone cross ornament, which was the "Dawn Cross" as a token given to her by Gillan.

It seems that this token gave Torina warmth and light during her most painful and difficult period.

The girl's originally slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Those dark eyes reflected the face of a blond young man through the firelight.

"Mr. Gillan...?"

Torina opened her small mouth slightly and made a weak voice, but her tone had a hint of surprise and surprise.

But soon, she seemed to understand something.

"Thank you."

Torina said softly.

Her body suddenly leaned forward and fell out of the black coffin.

Wow.

Ji Lan quickly stepped forward and held him in his arms.

Torina leaned her head against his chest, looking a little uncomfortable, and a blush slowly appeared on her originally sickly pale cheeks.

But she didn't have any resistance.

Just lying quietly in the young man's arms, like a well-behaved cat.

Gillan knew that Miss Torina had no legs and could not stand, so he simply lifted her up in a princess hug.

"I'll take you up."

Gillan said softly.

"Yeah." Torina's voice was still weak. "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Gillan."

Upon seeing this, the black-robed priest Jorah immediately raised his hand and spread his fingers. The billowing black smoke came out and was about to condense into a wheelchair——

Wow!

But as soon as the black smoke formed the shape of a wheelchair, it was dispersed by an invisible force.

Jorah looked startled.

He quickly looked up.

Miss Torina, who was leaning on the shoulder of the blond young man, was staring at him quietly, with a slightly stern look in her eyes.

Jorah Chox had never seen this look before.

He was left stunned in place, a little at a loss.

But Gilan had already hugged Miss Torina and walked away.

"...Miss Torina, why is the blood of 'Windmill Cat' useful to you?"

Gillan expressed his confusion.

The girl in his arms didn't hide anything, and slowly explained:

"Actually...the injuries on my body are caused by the 'King of Brimstone'. And Pal Solomon is the messenger of the 'King of Brimstone' and contains the important power of the evil god, so his blood can relieve my injuries. "

"That's it." Ji Lan nodded.

His eyes fell on the girl's legs, and the empty skirt swayed slightly as he walked.

"Your legs, are they also...?"

"It doesn't count."

Torina shook her head slightly.

"My legs are natural, but there is also a reason for the 'Sulfur Male'... However, if I can use the 'Crown' of 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon as a bargaining chip, according to the principle of 'equal exchange', it can theoretically be compensated. All over my legs.”

"'Crown'?" Gillan was a little confused.

"That is the exclusive gift of each apostle, and it is also the evidence that they can borrow the law of truth."

Torina explained.

Gilan nodded, looking thoughtful.

After a while.

He carried Miss Torina back to the surface and went to the tea room on the second floor of Castle Black.

After a while, Mr. Jorah, who was the steward of the castle, arrived belatedly and brought a wheelchair.

After Miss Torina sat down, he left in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.

"Mr. Guillen, I feel better."

The girl pushed the wheelchair and smiled at him.

"Do you need some scented tea? I'll make it for you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Torina."

Gillan nodded.

"Just the 'Xia Fei' flower tea from last time."

"Yeah, no problem."

Torina was in a good mood and pushed her wheelchair to the corner of the room to tinker.

After a while, the tea room was filled with a rich sweet aroma.

The two of them drank scented tea and chatted.

Gilan told the girl about recent events, and the girl listened as always, smiling or asking questions.

Talking about the trip to the Blood Harbor and the final explosion that night, Torina frowned, as if she was involved and worried about Gilan's situation at that time.

Later, when she heard that he had become the executive minister of foreign affairs of the empire, the girl laughed again and clapped frequently.

Even if she has no idea what the Ministry of Foreign Affairs does, what is the position of the executive minister.

But that didn't stop her from being happy for the other person.

(Volume 3·Flagbearer·End)