From Prisoner to Si Chen

"What can I do for you, teacher?"

Jilan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Pala smiled with relief and replied:

"Succeed me and wrap my body."

"Teacher..."

Jilan suddenly felt his nose sour.

He immediately stood up, bowed to his teacher, and saluted solemnly.

"The student will not let you down!"

"Okay."

Pala smiled.

He was silent for a while, and then said:

"I have always been the one to cover for you, but this time, it's your turn to cover for me..."

"I went to the Owena Federation this time. It was a willful act, but it was also to realize my dream when I was young. I broke into the enemy's base camp alone and turned it upside down. I hope I will die."

Pala laughed.

"But the most important sword in my life, the 'Philosopher's Sword', cannot be lost, let alone obtained by the Federation... The head of state has his own arrangements, and it will eventually be left to my student, Gillan Iros."

"Borrowing the creed of the 'director' of February Sichen, 'inheritance' is also an art, and it is the most precious wealth of mankind. I hope you can become a new arm of my king, and after my death, you will succeed the new sword of the Empire!"

"Gillan!"

Pala said in a deep voice.

His tone was very solemn.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Gillan lowered his head, his purple eyes moist.

Pala stood up and silently pressed his shoulders.

"From now on, the safety of the empire will be handed over to you."

"Yes..."

Gillan said in a hoarse voice.

After explaining the funeral affairs, Pala no longer lingered, and turned to walk out of the house with his cane.

The old man hunched his back and said without looking back:

"Don't interfere with this journey."

"I will leave the empire overnight and go on the road alone."

"May the dream of a prosperous age come true one day..."

The teacher's voice gradually faded away.

Jilan raised his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw the aging figure disappearing in the night.

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…

After Pala left.

Jilan was not sleepy at all.

He recalled the little things he had experienced with his teacher, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Although he had not been Pala's student for a long time, Jilan had learned a lot from his teacher. He could not have the strength and knowledge he had today without Pala's unreserved teaching.

The other party had done him a favor.

Jilan remembered it in his heart.

He changed his clothes and drove to the Sifang Palace. As a student, it was difficult for Jilan to do nothing and watch his teacher die.

So Jilan planned to find the head of Caesar to see if he could help.

It was very hot tonight, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and it was quiet. The silver car passed through the streets under the night sky and finally drove into the Sifang Palace.

After Gilan got off the car, the two female guards at the door saluted him, as if they had received instructions long ago, and immediately said to him:

"Captain Gilan, the head of state is waiting for you in the courtyard."

Gilan was startled.

Immediately, he nodded.

"Okay, I know."

Gilan quickly climbed the stairs, walked into the porch, and went straight to the deepest courtyard.

When he came to the courtyard, he found that the red-haired young man was standing under the huge tree with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, head of state."

Gilan stepped forward and saluted.

"Teacher Pala..."

"Well, I know everything."

Caesar turned around and whispered to Gilan.

"This is his choice. As the head of state and even the head of the Knights, I will pay the highest respect to Pala and respect his choice."

"At the same time, I also hope that you respect your teacher's choice."

"Mr. Head of State."

Gilan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Then do nothing and just watch the teacher go to the Federation to die?"

"No." Caesar shook his head. "Of course not to do nothing. After all, Pala fought with me for three hundred years and devoted his life to the Knights and the Empire..."

"Carl and Adams will follow Pala in secret all the way, witness his feat and even sacrifice... In the end, his body and sword will be sent back to the Empire, and I will bury him personally."

Gilan frowned after hearing the words of the head of state.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled.

In his impression, Caesar, no, "The Remnant King" William Gerard is a king with great charisma, and he should not just send people to watch.

"Do you think I'm unkind?"

Caesar seemed to have guessed what Gillan was thinking and spoke.

"..."

Gillan fell silent.

Caesar shook his head.

"I know you must think so."

"Gillan, you don't really understand your teacher, and at the same time, you don't understand us."

"Every member of the 'Healing Knights' fights for that lofty and noble ideal. We respect each other and complement each other... Of course I can send Carl and Adams, and even more ascenders to help Pala, and then what?"

"They won't succeed."

"In the end, there will be heavy casualties, which will lead to a lack of combat power on our side, and the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow will be handed over to the Federation, digging their own graves."

Caesar whispered to Gillan.

"Pala did not choose to sleep peacefully in the flowers and praises of the people of the Empire at the last moment of his life, but went to the Federation alone, burning his last light to gain greater advantages for us."

"This is his dream, the moment he most desires and looks forward to before his death."

"What he hoped most was that we, as his companions, could understand him, and you, as his student, could understand him... rather than rashly intervening in the name of 'help'."

"I can't let Pala down."

Caesar looked at Gillan calmly.

"I won't allow you to let him down either."

"I understand, Your Excellency."

Although Gillan was sad, he finally understood the purpose of his teacher's trip from Caesar.

Pala's last journey was not to seek death.

It was a pilgrimage.

With self-destruction, he swore to the Knights, pledged allegiance to the "Crippled King", and moved towards his dream.

"You stay here, Gillan."

Caesar said.

"Come with me, witness your teacher's feat, and see how the last charge of the 'White Staff Knight' of the 'Healing Knights' killed the enemy."

"Let the world remember that Para Celsus is not just a military doctor or an alchemist."

"He is also a brave knight."

"A hero."

Hearing this, Gillan stood in awe.

He saluted the head of state and said:

"Yes, Mr. Head of State. I will witness the heroic figure of my teacher and his last charge!"

"Very good."

Caesar nodded.

After saying that, he raised one hand.

On the palm of his hand, a tiny black hole appeared, and cracks spread outward in a radial shape.

A cuckoo bird emerged from it, with a large piece of black feathers.

The feathers were flying all over the sky.

A projection with twinkling stars slowly emerged.

Gillan was startled.

He saw an old man.

The old man in a suit and tie, with white hair, was walking with a cane in the bustling city, moving inconspicuously among the crowd.

Pala didn't know what means he had used, but he had arrived at the Owena Federation in less than an hour.

"Is that... the capital of the Federation, Jacobin?"

Gilan was surprised.

"Yes." Caesar nodded. "Pala's first destination is the 'Broadway Hall' in the capital of the Federation, Jacobin, where the highest-level meeting will be held tomorrow morning."

"But... even if the main representatives of the Federation are killed, it won't be a big deal for Owena."

Gilan frowned.

Caesar chuckled.

"This is just an appetizer. Only by killing more people can important characters be attracted."

He said with a deep look.

"Pala has limited time, it is impossible to find them one by one, just lure him out and catch them all in one fell swoop."

"He is determined to die, so he is naturally fearless."

Hearing this, Jilan held his breath and stared at the picture in the air.

Pala was like an ordinary old man, slowly walking through the streets, and came to a square in the gorgeous neon lights.

Here, stands a huge square building.

It looks like a coffin like a hill.

Twelve giant stone pillars support the outer porch, and the spacious square has a long stone staircase leading directly to the "Hundred Masters Hall".

Pala sat by the fountain in the square and waited quietly.

"Jacobin", the capital of the Owena Federation, is far more prosperous and lively than other cities, and can be called a city that never sleeps.

Even at night and in the early morning, it is still lively.

People come and go in the square, and men and women dressed in alternative and avant-garde styles can be seen everywhere. Talking, laughing, clamoring and noisy sounds are endless.

Gillan had been standing beside the head of state.

Unknowingly, it was already dawn.

Finally.

The old man in the picture stood up.

He held a white cane and climbed the stairs with many celebrities in suits and entered the "Broadway Hall".

The security guards who were responsible for checking the identity did not have any defense against Pala and let him go in.

It seemed that Pala was just a member of the "five hundred seats" who came to attend the meeting together.

The Federal General Assembly is similar to the upper house of the empire.

Here gather the family representatives and big figures at the top of the society of the Owena Federation. They come from various states and are in charge of the policies, order and operation of all aspects of the federation.

Among them, the twelve chairmen are the first, and the five hundred seats are the second.

Federal time, eight o'clock in the morning.

A man in his fifties stood on the high platform and gave the opening speech as usual.

Behind him, twelve seats were arranged in an arc.

Sitting on them were twelve elderly men and women, dressed in luxurious clothes, with solemn and majestic faces.

The five hundred leather sofas below the stage were all occupied.

But at this moment.

Bang! !

There was a loud noise.

As if it were an earthquake, the entire auditorium trembled.

All the bigwigs present were shocked.

The host on the high platform was smashed into a meat paste by a huge stone sword that fell from the sky!

The stone sword was about twenty meters long and several meters wide. It was like a high wall, piercing through the top of the auditorium and smashing the high platform to pieces.

The blade of the stone sword was engraved with names.

If you look closely, you will find that these names are all innocent people who died in the bombing of Brak City and Bosvia City.

"Ah!!"

In the auditorium, screams of terror suddenly sounded.

All the bigwigs of the General Council fell into panic!