From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Thank you, Mr. President, for your appreciation."

Gilan stood up from the sofa and saluted the red-haired man again.

"No need to thank me." Caesar waved his hand. "This is because you have outstanding abilities and deserve to be reused by the empire."

"In addition to this, there is also a reward."

The red curly-haired young man smiled slightly, looked up at Gilan, and asked gently:

"Originally, the Quartet Palace Ministerial Meeting discussed awarding you a medal, but I think this has no practical significance, it's just a vain idea..."

"You are already an honorary 'Cross Knight', and you have won many medals and medals. And..."

Caesar turned his head and glanced at the white-haired old gentleman next to him.

"As a student of Pala, you focus on the mysterious alchemy, and you should pursue truth and power. These secular reputations are not enough to commend your contribution to the empire."

"So I prepared this for you."

After saying that, Caesar stood up from the sofa.

He gently raised his arm.

Suddenly, a small wooden box appeared in his palm.

Jilan looked puzzled, but did not ask any more questions. After thanking him, he took the wooden box with both hands.

"Open it and take a look." Caesar smiled.

Hearing this, Jilan slowly opened the carved silver-plated lock and turned over the simple wooden box in his hand.

Click.

What came into view was a groove wrapped in red silk cloth, with a white stone card in the middle.

The center of the card was inlaid with a round red crystal, and in the spiritual vision, there was a faint Libra pattern.

Jilan's eyes were surprised.

He recognized this thing.

When he returned from his previous mission to the Kingdom of Fosaka, he had received one of the many gifts given by the other party.

"Saar card?" Jilan said.

Caesar nodded and said:

"Although the imperial currency is also circulated in the mysterious circle, in the higher-level fields, the 'white card' is the hard currency... I believe you will need it in the near future."

Jilan took out the Sal card from the box and immediately raised his eyebrows.

Because it was placed in the groove, he didn't see it clearly just now. It wasn't until he took it in his hand that he realized that there were not one, but ten Sal cards in the box!

According to teacher Pala, the actual value of a Sal card is equivalent to more than 1,000 Caesars, so the gift from the head of state is more than 10,000 Caesars.

But the key is that this thing can't be bought with money...

"Thank you, Mr. Head of State." Gilan put the Sal card back, closed the lid, and saluted the red-haired young man.

The latter shook his head and said:

"This is not actually a reward, but a small gift from me to you."

"Huh?" Gilan was stunned.

Then, he saw Caesar flick his hand in the air.

A strong smell of blood suddenly spread and filled the whole room.

Gilan even saw a ball of scarlet gas visible to the naked eye coming out of the other party's palm, like thick smoke.

In Caesar's hand, a thick stream of black and red blood gathered, and the blood beads quickly condensed into a luxurious and charming knight's sword.

The sword is 1.2 meters long, three fingers wide, and double-edged.

The sword body is iron black, with pits and bumps on the surface, as if it has experienced countless battles and left indelible blood stains. These blood stains seem to have life, full of resentment, constantly twisting and wriggling on the sword body, but they can never drip.

The guard part that bends upward into a horseshoe shape is silver metal with patterns engraved on the surface.

The hilt is thick in the middle and thin at both ends, and there are ring-shaped silver-plated protrusions. The pommel is a coin-shaped round decoration, the center is also black, but it is as shiny as a mirror.

"This is the sword of Hermann Tullio, the 'bloody knight', one of the four great knights in the Knights of the past."

Caesar held the knight's sword horizontally with one hand and said lightly.

"'Blood Sword' McCarthy."

"Blood Sword..."

Gillen stared at the knight's sword in the head of the party. Even before he touched it, he could feel the sharpness and the unconcealed tyranny from the sword.

He couldn't help but think of the deeds of the "Blood Knight" Hermann Tulio...

According to teacher Pala, this man was the only knight commander in the former "Healing Knights" who betrayed the leader William and surrendered to the enemy.

'So the head of the party gave me his sword, intending to train me as the fifth knight commander who could replace the "Blood Knight"? '

Gillen couldn't help but think.

"This sword is made of an unknown ore from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and was forged by the September Apostle 'Old Man Salt Spring'."

"It can turn into blood drops and melt into the body of the sword holder, and can be used anytime and anywhere. While being extremely sharp and tough, it can also devour the blood of the enemy and continuously enhance its power."

"Back then, Hermann galloped on the battlefield with this sword and killed countless people... Now, I will give it to you."

The man with long red curly hair looked calm, with a faint smile on his lips, and said:

"Jilan, accept the gift."

At this moment, Gilan felt a sense of pressure for no reason, but after taking a deep breath, he knelt on one knee.

And Caesar placed the sword horizontally, and gently touched Gilan's shoulders and head with the tip of the sword.

Finally, he held the sword horizontally with both hands and handed it over.

"Knight, take the sword."

"Thank you, Lord President, for the sword."

Gilan stood up again, took the sword from the President with both hands, bowed his head slightly, and said in a deep voice.

The leader smiled and nodded, without saying anything else.

But Para Celsus on the side reminded:

"Use your spirit to stir it up."

"Yes, teacher." Ji Lan agreed softly.

He followed the teacher's guidance, activated his spirituality, and focused on the knight's sword in his hand.

Buzz——

Suddenly, the bloody sword named McCarthy trembled slightly in Gillan's hand.

Another bang was heard.

It turned into a ball of plasma and exploded, covering Ji Lan's body, and immediately integrated into his body.

Gilan felt a little strange, but didn't feel any discomfort.

"I hope you will hold the sword and cut through the thorns."

Head Caesar spoke and smiled.

Jilan took off his cane, took off his hat and gave him a deep salute.

…

…

night.

The celebration banquet ended successfully.

Guillen left the Quad and drove back to his apartment on Morales Street.

At this time, the lights were still on in the living room of the apartment, and the cook and maids had gone upstairs to go to bed. Only the housekeeper, Old Charles, was still awake and was still waiting in the living room for the young master to return.

As soon as he heard the roar of the engine, Charles came to the door of the apartment and stood there.

"Master, you are back."

He put one hand behind his back, lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Yes." Gilan strode over and glanced at the grey-haired old butler. "It's so late, old Charles, you should rest first."

"Okay. Master, if you have any other instructions, please feel free to call me."

Old Charles said.

Gilan sighed secretly at the steward's conscientiousness, and then nodded.

The two entered the apartment. Old Charles made him a cup of hot milk to help him sleep, and then went upstairs to rest.

Gilan sat alone on the sofa in the living room, drinking freshly brewed hot milk and letting out a sigh of relief.

Today's celebration banquet required no physical effort, but it was quite tiring. After all, he really didn't like so-called socializing. He basically relied on his "perfect personality" throughout the whole process, chatting and laughing with many high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the empire with faultless words and deeds. .

He couldn't help but feel filled with emotion when he recalled that he had traveled through time, from a prisoner sentenced to death to the current center of imperial power step by step.

The head of state, Caesar Geed, is even preparing to train him as a confidant to take over Parra's position.

This pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

The root cause is a hard flaw in strength.

As Teacher Parra said, he originally only expected Jilan to learn one or two true skills and have enough strength to hold up the scene before his life was about to end.

Strength is confidence.

'Although I can now compete with fifth-level Kusei and even kill some physically weaker opponents, it is still not enough...'

Gilan rubbed his temples and sighed.

‘My real combat power is higher than that of the same level, but relying on the power of “Wang Lin” will not last long. ’

‘Not to mention reaching the level of Teacher Pala, you must at least have level 6 combat power before you can be said to be able to take on big responsibilities. ’

‘I don’t know when the fire element gathering place in the Land of Gods will appear again…’

He closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, surrounded by silence.

Just rest like this for ten or twenty minutes.

Gillan sat up again and drank the milk that had cooled down in one gulp.

Gulu.

He put the cup down and licked his lips.

He immediately raised his hand and spread his fingers.

Wow——

The palm of his hand was filled with blood mist, and then condensed into a ball of blood, until it stretched into a terrifying knight's sword.

It is McCarthy, the "blood sword" given by the head of state today.

Ji Lan raised his other hand and brushed it against the coffee table in front of him.

There were two clangs.

Two exquisite and heavy canes, one green and one gray, were placed side by side on it.

Jilan looked at the three weapons with a thoughtful look on his face.

‘After having the Blood Sword, the Staff of Justice and the Staff of Laughter will probably not be used anymore... It would be a waste to keep them. How about asking Baron Opal to sell them? ’

But the next second, he suddenly let out a light sigh.

Because colored light slowly appeared in his sight.

"Beautiful" changed at this time.

Jilan discovered that the outlines of the three weapons in front of him were all glowing with faint colors. This light extended out into twisting rays and converged on the Blood Sword, making it the richest, while the other two canes were slightly dimmer.

He observed it for a while and seemed to be inspired.

'Wait...can I use alchemy to break down these two weapons and recast them into the Blood Sword? ’

Ji Lan frowned again.

‘But I am not a mystic on the path of the Holy Grail Spiral of the Furnace and the “Torrent” of January, and I do not understand the mysteries of creation. ’

He tried to pick up the two canes with his left hand and held up the Blood Sword with his right hand.

And in his eyes, a translucent number actually appeared, like a request prompt given when deducing or learning new knowledge——

1000.

‘Can we consume 1,000 points of mysterious energy to disassemble and recast these two canes to strengthen the Blood Sword? ’

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, he secretly said:

'gorgeous! ’

Buzz——

In the corner of his sight, the number originally displayed as "2439" plummeted and became "1439".

After consuming a full 1,000 points of energy, Jilan suddenly had a whim.

He wasted no time and immediately clenched his left hand.

His eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice:

"untie!"

Crack!

Crackling! !

Under the powerful operation of the energy flow of the "Philosopher's Stone" in the body, the "Secret Marks of the Sage" in the palm of the hand are fully activated, thus performing alchemy.

Silver arcs are densely packed, and the light shines in the living room, making the sofa, coffee table, and walls appear silver and blue.

I saw that the staff of justice and the staff of laughter held in my left hand disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into powder like microscopic particles.

These powders spiral around and float.

Jilan took advantage of the situation and held the sword in both hands, and said again:

"Refining!"

The gray and green spiral powder fluttered and gathered on the sword of blood, wrapping it tightly.

Crack!

The silver electric light suddenly became more dazzling.

Buzz! !

A shrill noise like a thousand buzzing buzzes.

Jilan's eyes were shining brightly as she was reflected, but a smile broke out on her face.

"It's done!"

When the light faded, the knight's sword in his hand did not change much, except that the dark color of the sword body and handle was stained with a trace of gray.

At the same time, Gillan inexplicably knew that McCarthy, the "blood sword", had an extra deformation ability.

He didn't make any unnecessary movements. With just a movement of his spirit, he saw the sharp sword in his hand turn into a blood mass and then re-condensed into a gray cane.

Its shape is like a combination of the staff of justice and the staff of laughter, a T-shaped staff, covered with carvings and blood stains that cannot be washed away.

It gives people a strange feeling of introversion but fierceness.

‘Change again. ’

Ji Lan secretly thought.

The spiritual energy was activated again, and the cane turned into a blood mass again, condensing into a ferocious claw hammer with a thorn at the front and a blade at the back.

"Looking at it this way, the deformation ability of the two canes has been inherited by the Blood Sword... At the same time, it can also burn green gunpowder to increase the effect of high-temperature burning."

Gillan observed the hammer in his hand, and finally chose to change it back to its cane form to get used to it.

"It's the icing on the cake. It's more suitable for different scenarios and situations... The most lethal one is still the original blood sword form."

He pondered what "Meili" had just done, thoughtfully.

It was impossible for Jilan to fuse the three weapons using alchemy alone. He mainly relied on the power of "Banlan" to achieve this by consuming points.

Gillan was quite surprised.

Because there seem to be many special characteristics of "Bailan", but they are not revealed yet.

But every time he excavated it, he was always surprised.

as if……

"Beautiful" is like omnipotent.

Jilan took a deep breath and stood up with the blood staff.

He turned off the lights in the living room, went upstairs, and went straight back to the master bedroom.

Gillan took off his hat and coat, hung them on the coat rack, walked to the wall counter, and turned on the projector.

He took out the real films he had seen in the past and equipped them with mercury batteries.

With this trip to the Stuttgart Empire, Gillan learned that "beauty" can change the characters in the film, and he wanted to return to these movies and try it out.

‘I just don’t know if I can pass the test of Ms. Hera, the February apostle’s “recording assistant”...’

Ji Lan thought to herself, silently waiting for the video to finish.

About two hours later.

The currently playing "Human Will" series of videos ended and the subtitles rolled.

He raised his hands and clapped a few times.

After more than ten seconds, the curtain went black, and vertical spots of noise flickered. Then, the scene of the dark room appeared again.

On a sofa surrounded by an array of countless monitors, a woman wearing plaid pajamas sits upright.

But before Ji Lan could speak, the other party said first:

"... There is no need to review the videos you have already watched, especially after you are promoted to Kusei."

"Uh." Gillan was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked with a smile: "Ms. Hera, can't you be accommodating?"

On the curtain, the lady turned to look.

The monitor on her neck showed a serious expression, and a unique human voice said:

"This is the order left by the 'director'."