From Prisoner to Si Chen

The setting sun was like blood, and the Musciti city cluster was shrouded in a golden and red glow.

Central Triumph District, Sterling Commercial Street.

It is not far from Morales Street where the Gillan Apartment is located, only about 15 kilometers away.

He drove to this commercial street and stopped in front of an old high-end coffee shop called "Jasmine Bird" on the street.

A male waiter at the door of the coffee shop was attracted by the roar of the engine and turned his head to look.

When he saw this unique silver car and the official white-bottomed black-label license plate, he immediately perked up.

He adjusted his bow tie and hurried forward.

Soon, a young man in a white shirt, suit and suspenders, a short hat on his head, and a black metal cane in his hand got out of the car.

The other party had long hair over his shoulders, tied up in a ponytail. What was particularly unique was the golden-red gradient hair color and deep purple eyes.

Seeing these features, the male waiter was immediately shocked.

"You...you are Lord Gillan Ilos?!"

He was excited, his tone full of respect and disbelief.

At present, no one in the empire, especially in the capital, does not know the famous Foreign Minister Gillan. At the same time, according to the latest survey, his approval rate and popularity rate are second only to Lord Caesar.

In the Federation, even the so-called "big stars" are probably far less popular than Gillan.

But the waiter did not expect that this big shot would visit the coffee shop where he worked.

"Hush." ​​Gillan raised his index finger and put it on his mouth to signal. He smiled and said, "Take some time to come out for a cup of coffee. I don't want to be disturbed during my rare rest time."

"Yes...yes, I understand, sir."

The waiter nodded hurriedly to show his understanding.

He touched his chest again and bowed his head, his movements more standard than usual.

When he looked up again, he found that the tall and handsome Foreign Minister flicked his finger and threw a golden Caesar.

Ding.

The waiter took the gold coin with a happy face.

"Thank you very much for your generosity, sir."

Gilan waved his hand and walked straight into the cafe.

When the teacher came back this time, he did not summon him to the chairman's office in the Triumph Building, but made an appointment in this cafe as soon as possible.

He was quite surprised because this was the first time.

There were not many customers in the cafe at this time, only two or three, and the environment was relatively quiet, with only sporadic whispers or laughter.

Gilan glanced casually and found the teacher's figure in the seat by the window in the corner.

However, Gilan's face became a little strange.

Because the teacher's appearance has not only changed greatly at this moment, but also a beautiful lady with extraordinary temperament is sitting next to him.

Para Celsus has changed his previous old image of white hair and suits, as if he is decades younger. He looks only seven or eight years older than Gilan, and is quite handsome.

His facial features are three-dimensional and deep, his golden hair is combed back, leaving two strands of hair falling from his forehead, and he wears a pair of small silver-plated round-frame glasses, which is quite aristocratic.

Pala also noticed the arrival of the students and waved.

Gilan walked over.

As he approached, he suddenly found that the lady next to the teacher looked familiar.

She was wearing a black noble dress, revealing her beautiful white neck and collarbone, and her hands were wearing lace gloves. A wide-brimmed hat was placed on the table, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders, decorated with some jewels and diamonds.

Through the veil on half of her face, a pair of eyes cast a smiling look at Gilan.

"Ms. Sade?" Gilan walked to the left and took off his hat to the two in surprise.

Sade Balbina is one of the May Apostles, and the one sitting here must be her counterpart.

"Sit down and talk, Gilan."

At this time, the teacher raised his hand to signal.

Gilan nodded and sat down obediently on the leather bench opposite the table.

"Teacher, how come you and Ms. Sade...?"

"Ahem." Pala coughed with his fist at his mouth, and then adjusted his glasses as if nothing had happened, and explained:

"I met Ms. Sade halfway during this outing... Thanks to her help, the investigation on the front line went very smoothly this time, which really helped me a lot."

"So that's how it is." Gilan nodded.

But he felt that the teacher was not telling the truth, as if he was hiding something, but as a student, it was naturally difficult to ask.

Pala and Sade sat together in their best clothes, giving Gilan the feeling that they were a newlywed couple who had just returned from a trip.

But he didn't dare to say this feeling.

"Long time no see, Mr. Gilan."

Sade chuckled and raised her hand to snap her fingers.

Snap.

A layer of black gauze that was invisible to the naked eye and only vaguely perceived by spiritual vision covered their area and isolated them.

"It should have been more than half a year since we last parted at the Dreamland Withering Tea Party."

"Yes, ma'am." Gilan said respectfully.

"I haven't seen you for half a year. You have made great progress. I have heard a lot about you these days. You are really an amazing young man."

Sade took out a box of women's cigarettes, took out one, and lit it with a kerosene lighter.

Clang, slang——

She puffed out a puff of smoke, her red lips slightly parted, and smiled:

"It is indeed as Pala said, a rare genius in mysticism that only appears once in a few hundred years... It seems that you have learned a lot from Pala, including alchemy, swordsmanship, body building, meditation, and his most outstanding achievements, the 'Sage's Secret Mark' and the refining method of the 'Philosopher's Stone'."

"Ms. Shade is too kind. This is all due to the unremitting teaching of Teacher Pala."

Gilan bowed his head slightly and said modestly.

Sadi looked at the purple-eyed young man in front of him with interest, and said in a teasing tone:

"Very modest. But it is also true that only the careful teaching of the teacher can make the students inherit the same lineage."

"In addition to those mystical knowledge, Mr. Gilan has mastered the most important and most useful way to pick up girls from Pala."

"This is his best knowledge."

"?!" Gilan was stunned.

He looked up at the teacher, but saw that Pala's forehead was sweating. He even took off his glasses and wiped them back and forth with a cloth, as if the shiny lenses could not be wiped clean.

"..."Gilan seemed to understand something and remained silent with high emotional intelligence.

Sade glanced at the man beside her, chuckled twice, and said:

"By the way... Sasha asked me to say hello to you, Mr. Gilan."

"?!"

This time, it was Pala beside her who was stunned.

The man put on his glasses again and looked at his student with astonishment. His eyes seemed to be asking something, quite surprised.

Sasha...

Hearing this name from Sade, Para Celsus immediately thought of an amazing existence, "Bishu", who was also a May Apostle like Sade.

But how could Gilan be related to the Apostles? !

And it sounds like they have a close relationship!

Jilan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Sadie say:

"Sasha said her mark disappeared inexplicably, and she was a little worried about your safety. If she hadn't been busy, she would have come to check it out in person."

"Now it seems that Mr. Jilan is fine?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Jilan nodded stiffly.

"Well." Sadie put out the cigarette, raised her eyes and said, "That's good... But how to explain the disappearance of the mark to her, I suggest you think of an excuse as soon as possible, otherwise I can't help you then."

"..."

Jilan was speechless.

At this time, there was a hand in front of him, holding a clean handkerchief.

Looking up, it was handed over by Teacher Pala.

After Jilan took it, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The master and the apprentice looked at each other and sighed.

…

…

After the waiter brought a pot of premium hand-brewed coffee and some afternoon tea snacks, Pala ate a cookie and quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, Gilan, I've heard about the 'Six-party Gambling Fight'."

Pala cast a look of approval.

"Well done, very well."

"And, I also learned from Miss Sade that you...successfully killed the real image of the 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon and wiped out a trace of his will?"

"Yes, teacher." Gilan nodded.

Hearing this, Para Celsus' face showed surprise and deep relief.

He let out a long breath, and his tone was quite emotional:

"Good! Very good!"

"I really don't know how to evaluate it! One year, just one year! Gilan, you have completed my two hundred years of journey!"

"In this way, I can rest assured!"

Gilan could see that the teacher was really excited.

At the same time, he was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

Pala took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said in a deep voice:

"Jilan, I went to the front line this time and found out the results... The front-line soldiers died and their souls were extradited. It was indeed the work of the 'Eclipse Society', and there was also the shadow of the 'Crescent Society' behind it."

In the teacher's narration, Gilan learned that Pala secretly arrested more than a dozen front-line officers for this purpose, from lieutenants to colonels, and even three generals.

These people were still possessed by the devil under the protection of the mystics accompanying the army.

These imperial officers were manipulated to secretly collect a large number of soldiers' remains and secretly perform some evil rituals.

It seems to be used to collect and extradite spirits.

"Regarding the purpose of the 'Eclipse Society', Shade and I have some guesses. The most likely one is that they want to open a door from dreams to the world."

"Open the dream and the world?"

Gilan frowned.

"Teacher, this seems to go against the truth."

"That's right." Pala nodded. "But their method is quite tricky. They use the dreams of the living to form a one-way door, thereby releasing a large number of demons."

"This method is still within the scope of truth. After all, 'Hell' itself is located in the 'Corridor' of the God's Hometown."

"What do they want to do?"

Gilan said in a deep voice.

"Let the demon army wreak havoc in the empire, thereby causing chaos and killing?"

"This should be just one of them. The greater intention is to involve a lot of energy of the empire, so that the empire loses in the Battle of Buao. At the same time, use the large-scale killings caused by the demons to collect more souls to heal the 'Windmill Cat'."

Pala said coldly.

"Although this matter is quite tricky, it is not impossible to prevent and deploy emergency measures in advance... What I am more worried about is that there may be a move by the superiors behind this matter."

"After all, the 'Windmill Cat' is now seriously injured and hidden. Without the intervention of the superiors, the 'Eclipse Society' alone would never be able to do this."

"Teacher, I may have some clues here."

At this time, Gilan took out a perfume bottle.

Seeing the perfume bottle, Pala's face changed slightly.