From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Important matter?" Jilan frowned.

Since he joined the Tantric Cult "Midnight Rose", this was the first time he attended a gathering. In a sense, it was a welcome ceremony for him.

This organization gives people a very "Buddhist" feeling, and they don't like to get involved in all kinds of disputes. On weekdays, members mostly contact each other privately, either for transactions or entrustments, and follow the principle of "equal exchange", which has a very clear bottom line. .

And because most of the members are alchemists, everyone is busy studying knowledge and conducting experiments, and has no time to get together all day long to brag and spank.

The current call from Ms. Crow was because the leader of "Ye Mei" personally issued a summons order for all members to participate in the party.

It must be no small matter...

"Ms. Crow, do you know what's going on?"

Ji Lan groaned and asked on the phone.

There was silence for a while, and then a mature female voice came:

"The specific matter is unclear, but it should be related to the ongoing Bu'ao war... It involves not only our 'Ye Mei', but also other secret societies."

"It seems..." Ms. Crow hesitated for a moment, then added after a moment of hesitation: "The person who took the lead in contacting Ms. Mei Weng was the rumored ancient secret sect - 'Tiangong Dawn'."

"The Dawn of the Heavenly Palace..."

Jilan frowned deeper and murmured.

He had only heard about this organization.

According to legend, the "Sal Card", the currency circulating in the upper echelons of the mysterious realm, was created by this organization.

Moreover, Gilan inquired from his teacher Parra that this "Dawn of the Heavenly Palace" is very mysterious. There are few records of members appearing, and there are only some one-sided descriptions.

It is said that its internal members are all very ancient existences, even ascended ones.

Therefore, "Dawn of the Heavenly Palace" has extraordinary status and authority for most of the mystics who know about it, and even for the esoteric secret societies.

The many mystics who embark on the "Road of the Fire Sword" are searching for the truth and seeking to ascend... And the "Dawn of the Heavenly Palace" is a high mountain standing at the end, which is daunting.

"Okay, Ms. Crow, I understand."

Gilan recovered his thoughts and spoke.

"When is the specific meeting time?"

"Eight o'clock tonight, Checkerboard Garden."

Lady Crow replied.

"I suggest you arrive early. This is a gathering for all members. It has not been held for many years... There may be many members that you have never met. You can take the opportunity to get to know each other."

"Okay." Jilan agreed simply. "Thanks for letting me know."

Click.

After hanging up the hotline, he sat in the driver's seat and thought for a while, and simply chose to call the teacher directly.

Not only because of the "Midnight Rose" collective gathering, but also the "perfume bottle" issue that is closely related to the soul extradition of frontline soldiers.

However, after Jilan put on the teacher's alchemy inscription card and called the hotline, no one answered.

Just a burst of beautiful and sweet piano music.

"The teacher doesn't answer the hotline..."

He let out a sigh and rubbed his temples.

I had no choice but to put the microphone away.

The reason why Ji Lan did not call the second hotline was because he guessed that the teacher was probably busy with something, and frequent calls might be disturbing and cause trouble.

"When the teacher is free, he should call me back."

He thought for a moment, turned the key, put the car in gear, and started the car.

rumble……

Guillen drove straight back to Morales Street.

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It's night.

Gilan had dinner in the apartment, read the newspaper in the living room on the first floor, and followed the developments of the war between the two countries.

According to various media reports, the current battle situation between Bremen and Owena is going back and forth. But the Empire seemed to have the upper hand, winning many small-scale battles.

The result of the analysis in the newspaper is that in recent years, the "Mechanical Union" has repeatedly updated weapons and equipment for the empire, not only catching up with the technological level of the Federation, but also surpassing it.

But Gillan doesn't think so.

"After all, they are all mainstream media in Bremen. They report good news but not bad news..."

He closed the newspaper and sighed.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs privately sent documents to these media outlets, deleting many content that undermined morale to appease the people within the country."

At this time, the maid named Isa brought the brewed tea and placed it respectfully on the coffee table in front of Gilan.

"Master, please have some tea."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Ji Lan smiled at the girl, took a sip of tea.

Isha did not leave, but hesitated for a moment, knelt on the sofa with her knees in black stockings, leaned her whole body over, and reached out to press on Gilan's shoulders.

"It's not hard, Master."

Isa smiled shyly.

"On weekdays, there is less work in the apartment. When we have free time, we listen to Mr. Charles and read more books."

"You are so hard-working. You have to worry about important affairs of the empire every day, and you often have to go on business trips... We all admire you."

Jilan smiled and shook his head.

He did not refuse the maid's massage, but instead relaxed his body and lay down in a more comfortable position so that the other party could use his strength more easily.

It has been more than half a year since he traveled back in time, and Gilan's nerves have been tense and never relaxed.

At this moment, he was inexplicably relieved.

Maybe the improvement in strength gave him enough confidence, or maybe he was really tired physically and mentally.

Gillan wanted to take a break.

Isa is not very old, just a few months old, but she is developing well. It had just arrived in April, and the weather had already warmed up. The maid uniform she wore today was a little thin, and the area next to Gilan's shoulders was quite soft.

For some reason, something strange arose in Gilan's heart, which even surprised him.

'I am...'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

The experience in his previous life meant that he had never had any close contact with the opposite sex. Although he had never thought about it, and even resisted it in his heart, his body could not go against common sense.

Even though Gilan currently holds a high position and is a powerful mystic, he is still a 21-year-old young man.

Isa stared closely at the man in front of her with her eyes closed and concentrating. His perfect face and mysterious and elegant temperament made her irresistible and she couldn't help but blush.

Her little hands that were massaging the young master were trembling a little.

"The young master usually wears long-sleeved shirts, and you can't tell that he has such tight muscles... Maybe those bodybuilding stars don't have such a perfect body like him, right?"

Isa thought to herself, breathing a little faster.

Somehow, she changed her position and sat directly on the young master's legs, then pressed his shoulders.

Jilan noticed the maid's movements, frowned, and opened her eyes.

"Isa, it's okay, go and rest."

"Young...Master, did I press it poorly?"

When the maid saw those calm purple eyes, she felt inexplicably flustered, even in awe, and said helplessly.

"No." Ji Lan sighed. He just felt that if he continued like this, he might make a mistake.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that the time had already reached seven o'clock.

Gilan put one arm around Isa's slim waist, gently moved it aside, then stood up and adjusted his collar.

"I still have things to deal with, it's enough to rest for a while..."

He turned to look at the maid, who lowered her head and said nothing as if she had made a mistake.

Ji Lan chuckled lightly and said:

"Good press, Isa, I enjoyed it."

"Ah?" The maid raised her head and looked happy. "As long as the young master likes it..."

Ji Lan hummed and walked upstairs.

Tuliu Isa sat on her knees on the sofa, her heart beating rapidly with excitement.

The other two maids named Bisca and Sylby suddenly poked their heads out of the kitchen. They looked at each other first, and then had complicated expressions on their faces.

There was some envy and some annoyance in his eyes.

Only the old butler Charles, who was standing in front of the counter in the living room, silently wiping the decorative vase with a handkerchief, looked calm.

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Click.

Jilan closed the door of the master bedroom on the second floor with his backhand.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed.

"You can't slack off yet..."

He rubbed his face and murmured.

In fact, Gilan knew very well that if he wanted to do something to his maid, there would be no problem at all.

On the contrary, the girls were very happy.

No one can criticize me for playing tricks.

But he didn't want that.

Pure enjoyment, or in other words, emotionless physical expression, is not what he wants.

"My ideals have never changed."

Ji Lan raised his head and stared out the window.

The gradually rising bright moon projected the cool moonlight into the window and fell on his handsome face.

"To live my life again, I must cherish this opportunity, fight for true freedom, and have the power to control my destiny..."

"Sooner or later, I will ascend."

"Go and see what a god is."

Taking a deep breath, Ji Lan raised his hand and waved it.

call out--

A knight chess piece emitting golden light was thrown from his hand and floated in the air.

Immediately, the chess piece hung upside down.

A vertical elliptical door filled with complex alchemy formations then appeared in the center of the room and opened.

Ji Lan didn't hesitate, stood up and stepped into it.

blow.

A sweet and fragrant breeze blew over my face.

In the blink of an eye, Gillan found herself on a wide lawn covered with roses.

The illusory sun still hangs in the sky, shining with dazzling light.

He stepped on the soft grass and walked straight forward.

When we arrived at the iconic pink and white ancient building in the depths of Qipan Manor, a lot of people had already gathered here.

It was still more than half an hour before the eight o'clock meeting, and thirty or forty people had already arrived in the open space. More than half of them were faces that Gillan had never seen before.

There are both men and women, and most of them are elderly.

But without exception, these people are all long-lived people.

There were also a small number of "young people" among them, but Ji Lan recognized them at a glance. These people had used alchemical medicine or special methods to delay the aging of their appearance.

Her actual age is probably much older than mine.

When they saw a purple-eyed young man wearing a shirt and trousers, with a gold-red gradient ponytail, carrying a cane and wearing a top hat approaching, many people cast curious glances and whispered.

"Eh..."

"Who is that little guy?"

"Never seen it before."

"I heard that some time ago, 'Ye Mei' recruited a new member, who was promoted from the reserve 'Brambles' under an exception, named 'Blood Owl'."

"Is it him?"

"You are so young, and your appearance and temperament are outstanding. Haha, it's time to change the rules and inhale fresh blood!"

Gillan heard these subtle comments, but he was unaffected and approached the crowd as if nothing had happened.

At this time, several familiar members of the Tantric Cult also discovered Jilan and came forward to greet him.

"Mr. Blood Owl, long time no see."

The first person to greet was Miss Sparks with her explosive twin ponytails. She wore new eyeshadow today, the same color as her lip gloss, both dark green, which looked quite eye-catching.

"Long time no see, Miss Sparks."

Gillan took off her hat and saluted.

The latter casually lifted the hem of her skirt in response.

"And Baron Opal, Ms. Crow, and Mr. Cane Maker, how are you?"

Gillan put his hat against his chest, and with his other hand, he held the black cane transformed by the Blood Sword under his arm, and greeted with a smile.

The short old man grinned and said:

"It's still the same, staying in the laboratory all day hammering hammers... But you, kid, are doing well in Bremen. Not only did you become the Minister of Foreign Affairs, but you also went on diplomatic missions to foreign countries one after another, and you are the most popular at the moment!"

"Old sir, you are too kind." Gilan smiled and shook his head.

"Huh?" At this time, Ms. Crow, who was wearing a small hat and a black veil, made a sound of surprise.

Everyone looked at her and heard the lady speak again, her tone full of surprise:

"Blood Owl...you have been promoted?!"

"?!" Several people were stunned.

Didn't Blood Owl just get promoted to a long-lived person a few months ago?

That's why "Night Rose" made an exception to include him and awarded him "Knight Chess" to show his appreciation.

This... got promoted again? !

How is it possible!

Miss Spark, Baron Opal and the old man who made the staff quietly opened their spiritual vision and scanned the purple-eyed young man in front of them.

In an instant, their spiritual vision captured the bright and gorgeous colorful light, which almost "blinded" the spiritual vision of the three people!

"Ms. Snow..."

The old man who made the staff shuddered and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Miss Spark opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

"Incredible, incredible!"

The fat man who was about two meters tall was shocked and sighed in his mouth.

Baron Opal stretched out his fat hand with rings all over it, and slapped Jilan's shoulder heavily.

Snap!

"No wonder the White Sage wants to take you as his student. With such talent and such a speed of progress... I'm afraid only those who ascended in history can be compared with you!"

"Bullshit!" The old man who made the staff turned his head and glanced at the baron, and retorted: "As far as I know, even the ascenders don't have such a speed of progress... From level 4 to level 5 in a few months, this is simply a miracle that violates the mysterious law!"

"Mr. Blood Owl, is this true... or is it a trick?"

Ms. Crow calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

Everyone also fell silent.

Jilan didn't deliberately hide it, chuckled and nodded.

"This..."

Everyone took a deep breath and looked at each other.

"It seems that the White Sage probably didn't hide it, and left all the good things to you, his only student."

The old man who made the staff seemed to have misunderstood something, and shook his head and sighed.

Jilan did not explain, but just smiled and said nothing.

At this time, accompanied by a commotion, the crowd around made way.

The leader, Ms. Meiweng, still wore the plaster mask of an old man, and walked slowly in a red embroidered robe.

"What are you talking about? It seems quite lively..."

Before she finished speaking, "Meiweng" was stunned.

She stared straight at the young man with purple eyes, as if she saw something, and she was stunned.

Even "Meiweng", a great alchemist who has lived for more than two hundred years and has seen a lot, has never seen such a rapidly progressing genius.

Flamel Jaber has seen countless people in his life, but the young man in front of him broke her cognition.

"Pala has accepted an extraordinary student..."

She said in a complicated tone.

But soon, the lady smiled again:

"'Yemei' also has an extraordinary member!"