From Prisoner to Si Chen

'"Uncle" Schnauzer...'

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

‘Is it the same person? Or is it a coincidence? ’

'No, it shouldn't be such a coincidence... But, that guy is obviously a fifth-level fallen mystic, how did he become a devil noble? ’

Gillan thought.

According to Teacher Parra, Schnauzer is most likely a high-ranking member of the "Solar Eclipse Society".

The "Eclipse Society" is an extremely mysterious organization that believes in the evil god "Sulfur Lord" and the messenger "Windmill Cat", and has a close relationship with the devil in hell.

This would explain why there is a connection between the two.

The most likely scenario that Gillan could think of was that Schnauzer deliberately used the false identity of a devil noble to deceive Fulla and these fledgling mystics.

He retracted his thoughts and said to the girl:

"You go back and inform your friends and find a place to meet. When you are ready, call me."

"Okay, Mr. Gillan." After hearing this, Fulla nodded quickly. "I'll go back and call them right now!"

"Well, go ahead." Ji Lan nodded lightly.

Fulla said goodbye, turned around and ran back.

Obviously, the pressure caused by this incident has made her worried for the past two days. Now that she finally found her savior, she immediately felt powerful.

Ji Lan watched the girl return home, then turned and walked into the courtyard gate of his apartment.

He called to Old Charles and Lenis and told them not to go upstairs. Then he stepped up the stairs and went straight to the alchemy room in the attic.

Jilan took out some common materials and started to refine "Dangmagishui" based on the knowledge he learned in "Silver Vase".

In less than half an hour, seven or eight bottles of Dangqi water were placed on the wooden table.

This kind of thing is the most basic alchemical product, and even the orthodox alchemy apprentices in the Middle Ages can probably master it.

But in this era, it has almost become a piece of knowledge that is about to be lost. Only some schools or organizations that are famous in the mysterious field may inherit and retain it.

After doing this, Jilan refined two more bottles of the most basic "alchemy catalyst". It's not that he doesn't want to refine something better, it's just that due to the lack of materials, he can only make do with it for the time being.

"The "Three Kings' Medicine" is the "Alchemy Catalyst Medicine" that I am currently most capable of, but I am short of a few core materials... If you have time, call the hotline to the old man who made the staff or Baron Opal, and trade some from them. ’

Ji Lan thought to herself, her hands moving non-stop.

He used a quill and dipped it in gold powder ink to draw the alchemy array on the parchment. Then sprinkle the fresh catalytic medicine just out of the oven, making the parchment shimmer, and then restrain it.

After some busy work, it was almost evening, and Gillan obtained nearly ten parchment scrolls containing alchemical power.

He put all these things away before leaving the attic.

As soon as they came down to the living room, the female secretary Lenis came up to her and whispered that Miss Fura had called, saying that the things agreed with Gillan had been completed, and she left the time and place:

"Tonight at nine o'clock, East Muse, Eastonton Gentlemen's Club."

Gilan murmured and nodded.

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Night, eight fifty.

Eastonton Gentlemen's Club.

This property belongs to a martial arts club, but its audience tends to be middle-class. It is not very professional and is far inferior to the "Silver Lizard Club" in North Muse.

But its popularity and reputation in East Muse are pretty good.

At the same time, the Eastonton Gentlemen's Club is also one of the properties of Furla's friend and the Zelens family.

This is also the reason why we chose to meet here.

In the VIP private room on the innermost side of the fourth floor.

A total of five young people, three women and two men, were waiting anxiously inside. Fulla and another woman were sitting on the sofa. The other three were like ants on a hot pot, walking back and forth on the carpet, and raising their hands to look at their watches from time to time. .

"Fura, why hasn't that exorcist friend you mentioned come yet? It's almost nine o'clock..."

The young man in a blue suit stopped, turned towards the sofa and asked.

"Zelens, don't worry yet, he will definitely arrive on time."

Fulla raised her eyes, looked at the impatient young man, and comforted him.

"Why aren't you in a hurry..."

Zelens sighed, quite frustrated.

"I was the first to be cursed. There is only the last day left before the three-day period mentioned by the devil... If I don't want to die, I can only sign a contract with it!"

"You're not the only one who's been cursed."

said the fat woman sitting on the sofa.

"We are all cursed! Does it make any difference if one day is more or less? If this matter cannot be solved, everyone will have to become a slave to the devil!"

"Salena! I blame you for this. We were all planning to leave, but you said the bone sculpture looked precious, so you took it away!"

Zelens clenched his fists and complained.

When Salina heard this, her face changed slightly and she said angrily:

"Don't you agree?! Can I be blamed for this?!"

"Woo... I, why don't we go to the official for help? The Mysterious Investigation Committee will definitely be able to eliminate the curse on us! No matter how powerful the devil is, he cannot be the opponent of the committee members!"

On the other side, a short-haired girl squatted down, hugging her knees and sobbing.

"Beili! What kind of organization do you think the mysterious investigation committee is?"

The last dark-skinned young man said solemnly.

"They are the swords of the empire, a violent team that specializes in hunting down mystics... If this matter is exposed, even if we are no longer cursed, we will be imprisoned for studying mysticism, or even guillotined!"

"Stop having such weak thoughts! It will only kill everyone!"

"Homa! But I don't want to be the slave of the devil! I don't want to die either!!"

Beili collapsed on the ground and burst into tears.

Fulla pinched her increasingly painful temples and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, please stop arguing."

She seemed to have some say in the team, and everyone tacitly agreed and stopped arguing.

Fulla looked up at Zelens and asked:

"Have you brought the dog head bone sculpture?"

"Bring it." Zelens nodded and smiled bitterly. "Even if I don't take it with me, it will always follow me. It can't be thrown away or destroyed. It's like a sticky piece of dog shit, haunting me!"

As he spoke, the young man took out a palm-sized dog head bone sculpture from his trouser pocket. His empty eyes seemed to be staring at everyone present.

"Put it away! I don't want to see it!"

Beili screamed.

Zelens had to take it back angrily.

"Fura, is the friend you mentioned reliable?"

The dark-skinned young man Houma asked hesitantly.

Fulla hid Gilan's identity from her friends, causing everyone to be quite distrustful.

After all, they have also stepped into the mysterious realm and become level 1 "Kingdom" mystics. They are not novices who don't understand anything.

Fulla recalled that she had spied on the dazzling light radiating from the blond young man through her spiritual vision, and thought of the other person's identity. She couldn't help but feel confident and nodded vigorously.

"Of course. If he can't solve this problem, I really can't think of anyone else I can ask for help."

"Huh?" Everyone was surprised. "Is it so powerful..."

They knew Fulla's character and never liked to exaggerate. Since she said so, that friend must have extraordinary abilities.

But at this moment.

"Ah!" Zelens suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

"Zelens! What's wrong with you?!"

Everyone looked shocked and gathered around.

I saw Zelens's trouser pocket trembling and stirring, and then the dog head bone sculpture flew out on its own and floated in the air.

Blood flowed from the holes in his eyes, forming a triangular inverted cross mark on his forehead.

"Haven't you thought it through yet?"

Everyone present heard a low and hoarse voice.

"Time is running out."

"It's that devil!" Everyone was shocked.

Zelens was still screaming and rolling on the ground, making the other four people feel even more terrified.

"I don't have that much patience..."

The devil's cold voice continued.

"After tonight, if you don't sign the contract, this man will be the first to die...and then you."

"I don't want to die!" Zelens screamed repeatedly. The severe pain caused by the curse made his face pale and he was sweating profusely. "ah!"

He could hardly hold it any longer.

Both physically and mentally, he was on the verge of collapse.

Just when Zelens was about to beg for mercy and agree to the devil's request.

Tuk Tuk.

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss Furla, it's me."

A young man's voice came from outside the door.

Fulla looked happy.

Everyone also looked forward to it.

"Oh? You actually hired help?"

The devil's voice echoed in the room, emitting a terrifying sneer.

"I really don't want to give up..."

Before it finished speaking, the door opened from the outside.

Click.

Before everyone could see who was coming, they felt their vision flicker, and there was a figure in front of them.

"?!" They were startled.

I saw a dog-headed bone sculpture floating in the air, being held in the hands of a strange blond young man.

His expression was playful and his mouth was smiling.

"Mr. Schnauzer, good evening."

Gillan laughed.

"You're not hunting in the land of gods, so why are you here pretending to be a ghost and deceiving the children?"

"..."

The devil fell silent.

The whole room was silent, and even the curse on Zelens stopped acting, so he no longer screamed, but gasped for air.

"Haha, it turns out to be Mr. Vic."

The devil's voice echoed.

"Farewell to the land of gods, I still miss you a little."

"Oh, really?" Jilan raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry, I will come to you soon."

"..."

The devil was silent again, then smiled.

"Haha, then I'll be waiting for you anytime."

After speaking, the dog-headed bone sculpture fell into silence, and the blood mark on its forehead also disappeared.

Jilan played with the bone carving, thought about it, and put it directly into his pocket.

Looking up again, he found that the five young people present were all looking at him with surprise and gratitude.

"Miss Furla, am I not late?"

Gillan smiled.