From Prisoner to Si Chen

June, the end of midsummer.

The Bu-Austria war, which lasted for half a year, fell into a more intense stage.

Artillery fire continued on the battlefields in the north and the east.

Countless tanks, airships, and fighter wreckages can be seen everywhere on the scorched earth that stretched for thousands of miles.

Artillery fire continued, and bullets rained down.

Terrible roars and piercing gunshots came one after another.

Trenches and fortresses were built and destroyed, and then destroyed and built again.

The number of soldiers killed on both sides exceeded one million.

However, the people of the two countries could not see these terrible scenes with their own eyes. They could only get relevant information through newspapers, radio and other media.

In the evening of June 25th.

A dull and hot wind blew across the capital of the empire.

An old man in a suit and tie, with white hair, was walking out of the Sifang Palace with a white cane.

The female guards on both sides saluted with their guns.

The old man nodded and left with his cane.

He finally stopped at the end of the cobblestone path in the sunset and looked back at the magnificent building.

Thinking of the conversation with the head of state just now, a relieved smile appeared on his old face.

Then, he left without looking back.

The shadow dragged longer and longer until it overlapped with the shadow of the Quadrangle Palace.

Para Celsus, with a stick, walked from the central area to South Muse and walked slowly through a street.

It was also night, and the sky was dim.

He finally stopped in front of an orphanage.

Dim lights came from the orphanage.

This orphanage is not big, with only a four-story old building and a low-walled courtyard outside. Green vines and mosses cling to the low walls. There are some children's entertainment facilities such as sand pits, slides and rocking horses in the courtyard, but they look a bit old and faded.

"Bertole Orphanage."

The old man turned his head to look at the iron plate sign on the gate, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

This is one of the orphanages that Para Celsus funded and established in the capital decades ago under the pseudonym of "Bertollet", a doctor.

In fact, there are many "Bertollet Orphanages" scattered throughout the Bremen Empire.

People only know that these orphanages were invested and established by the "Bertollet Foundation", but they don't know that the person who paid for them out of his own pocket is Para Celsus.

Born in the dark and war-torn feudal Middle Ages, Para has a strong sympathy for homeless children because he himself is an orphan without a father or a mother.

As a child, he lived by wandering and begging, and survived three plagues by chance. When he was a teenager, he was fortunate to become a servant of a noble family, specializing in carrying shit pots and urinals for the male master and cleaning them.

In the Kingdom of Rongdeng at that time, this kind of servant also had a special name, called "feces manservant".

While working as a servant in this noble family, Pala followed the master's doctor and learned some basic medical skills.

Later, when Pala was fifteen years old, the noble died in the war, and he joined a mercenary group called "Healing Knights" by accident.

From then on, a legendary life began.

…

…

Pala withdrew his thoughts.

He leaned on his cane and stepped onto the steps of the orphanage.

Knock knock.

Pala knocked on the door gently.

After a while.

The old wooden door creaked open, and inside was an old woman with gray hair.

When she saw Pala, the old woman was startled at first, and then she showed joy.

"Is it Mr. Bertolai?! Come in!"

The old woman hurriedly stepped aside to lead him in.

Pala smiled and walked in.

The old woman's name was Misella Marsh, and she had served as the director since the birth of this orphanage.

Only she and a few other nurses had seen Pala's true face. Perhaps Pala's strength had declined seriously, causing him to look very old, so the old woman who had not seen him for decades did not suspect anything.

"Mr. Bertolai, are you here today for something?"

Dean Misella asked as she walked.

Pala smiled:

"I just came to see the children."

"So that's how it is."

The dean also smiled.

"The children are all resting on the second floor. Usually at this time, it is the time for the nurses to tell stories, but I organized a game in the afternoon, and the children are tired of playing..."

The two chatted quietly and came to the second floor.

Pala followed the dean to the window of a large room. Through the glass, she could see the warm night lights on inside.

Rows of double beds were neatly arranged.

Although the environment of South Muse is dirty and messy, it is like a pure land, clean and tidy.

One by one, the children were sleeping in their beds with their eyes closed, and fell asleep.

These children are four or five years old, seven or eight years old, both boys and girls.

"Alas..."

At this time, the dean looked at the children sleeping in the room and sighed sadly.

Pala turned her head and looked at her, and asked:

"Misella, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, Mr. Bertolai, I'm just a little sentimental."

The old dean shook his head.

"After our empire went to war with the Owena Federation, more and more homeless children have been left. This is the first batch... Because the number of places in the orphanage is limited, some children have to be sent to the 'Church of the Virgin Mary' and the 'Church of Dawn'."

"Do you think it will get better in the future? Such days are really..."

Dean Myrcella wiped the corners of her eyes lightly.

"Decades have passed, and I have seen too many poor children in South Muse, who endured suffering that they should not have to endure at a young age... and even lost their lives."

"Will the world be peaceful?"

"I will." Parra patted the old dean on the shoulder and comforted him softly. "There will be a day of peace, don't worry, Myrcella."

With that said, Parra took out his trouser pocket and took out a stack of gold foil banknotes, which contained thousands of Caesars.

He handed the money to the dean, who couldn't help but be stunned and lost his mind.

"Give the children extra meals tomorrow. They should eat more meat... By the way, let's renovate the orphanage. The facilities in the orphanage should also be rebuilt."

Parra said softly.

The old dean immediately burst into tears and squeezed Parra's hand gratefully.

"Be...Mr. Bertolet, I thank you on behalf of the children. You are such a good person, and the children have never forgotten that there is such a person helping them."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Parra smiled.

"In such troubled times, I can only do this little bit."

"Sorry, Mr. Bertolet, I know you are a big shot and very busy...but after the orphanage is renovated, I plan to hold a celebration, and the children will be very happy if you are there."

"Will you come?"

The dean wiped away his tears and said choked with tears.

Parra thought for a while, patted the back of the dean's hand, and said comfortingly:

"Yes."

Hearing this, the old dean was very happy.

She was like a young girl, clutching the money and covering her chest, feeling happy for the children.

After the two chatted for a few more words.

Parra took her leave.

He left the orphanage and walked back to the Central District from South Muse.

But he did not go to the Triumph Building or return to his residence, but went straight to Morales Street.

Parra arrived at Apartment No. 9.

Toot.

He rang the doorbell.

Soon, an upright and uniformed old butler strode out.

When he saw the old man standing outside the courtyard, Charles quickly opened the door and saluted.

"Mr. Pala!"

"Is Gillan home?"

"The young master is at home, reading a book in the attic."

Old Charles said.

"I'll go and inform you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Charles."

Parra nodded politely.

He was invited to sit down in the living room, and the maid made him a cup of hot tea.

Soon.

A young man with purple eyes wearing a noble ponytail and a nightgown quickly came down the wooden steps.

"teacher."

Ji Lan came over and bowed respectfully.

Parra looked at his student with satisfaction and waved.

"Come on, Gilan, let's talk."

"Yes, teacher."

Ji Lan took the opportunity to sit on the sofa.

He noticed that the teacher was in a good mood tonight, with a smile on his face.

"Teacher, what makes you so happy?"

"My king agreed to let me charge for the Knights one more time."

Parra took a sip of tea and smiled.

Ji Lan frowned, having a bad feeling.

Parra looked at the student's expression and chuckled.

"I still have about ten days to live."

"teacher……"

Jilan's pupils shrank.

Parra put down the teacup and said calmly:

"I plan to make one last trip to the Owena Federation while I can still move."

"Are you planning to assassinate the Federal General Council alone?"

Gillan immediately understood the teacher's intention.

He quickly said in a deep voice:

"But this will not stop the war, let alone defeat Owenna..."

"Gillen."

Parra raised her hand to signal.

"My goal is the 'Golden Army', the 'Elephant Guard Group', and even the mysterious side forces of the Federation."

His cloudy eyes were extremely deep at this moment.

"I am a dying person anyway. It's like playing chess. If I can get rid of the opponent's important pieces before I die, then it will be extremely worthwhile... as long as my king can win!"

Hearing this, Ji Lan felt the teacher's strong determination. He also knew that the teacher was right.

Therefore, Gillan gave up persuasion.

"Jilan, this should be the last conversation between you and my master and apprentice."

Parra said softly.

His tone was not solemn as expected, but very relaxed:

"I should tell you that Si Chen from the two camps of the 'Crippled King' and the 'Blind General' have conflicts that can never be reconciled. The two sides can only fight until one side falls."

"Because this is caused by the different laws and concepts of the two parties, and the different directions of the world that their respective ideals promote."

"My king is trying to end the war and create a peaceful and prosperous world. But the 'Blind General' and the others need a world of extreme chaos so that they can benefit forever."

"My child, my king cannot be defeated!"

"We must not lose!"

Parra reached out and patted Gilan on the shoulder.

He said word by word:

"Once He is defeated, all mortals will be left with pain!"