From Prisoner to Si Chen

‘There are still 15 points of mysterious energy. ’

Gillan thought.

‘Do you want to improve your proficiency with shotguns and revolvers? ’

After a while, he shook his head and gave up the idea.

Points are hard to come by, so it’s best to keep them in case you need them later for the content in “Secrets of the Iron”. At this stage, firearms proficiency is completely sufficient.

And compared with the physical training and meditation methods, the marksmanship has limitations and lacks potential. Spending too many points on it is not cost-effective in the long run.

Good steel should be used on the blade.

Immediately afterwards, Gilan took a mop from the bathroom and cleaned the blood, sweat and other dirt on the floor of the room. Then he took a shower and changed clothes.

Just at this moment, Old Jerry knocked on the door and told him to come downstairs for dinner.

Not long after.

Gilan went to the restaurant on the first floor.

The storks, oystercatchers and seagulls were finally willing to leave the room and come down to eat... Of course, it was more likely that they were indeed hungry.

During lunch, Mr. Stork was in high spirits. Apparently, the meditation method gave him hope.

He ate fried meatballs, smiled and said to Gilan:

"Thanks to Mr. Snow Owl, we have the opportunity to get that precious meditation method from the movie "Moonlight Village"...the secret method of tempering gnosis. This is something I never dared to think about. In So, I have to express my gratitude to you again.”

"You're welcome." Gillan shook his head. "This is also the result of everyone's efforts and joint exploration...and I only provided a little help."

"You are so humble, Mr. Snow Owl."

Mr. Oystercatcher said, laughing.

Even Miss Seagull beside her couldn't help but smile.

"With the Wooden Shackle Meditation Method, we members of the community have hope... The alchemist I met when I was traveling said that my talents were insufficient, which made me fall into depression for a long time."

Mr. Stork was deeply moved, and his eyes immediately showed longing.

"But it's different now! With the meditation method and the lake in "Black Lake", sooner or later our gnosis will reach the lowest threshold of contact with mystery! In the future, we will all step into the mysterious realm and master the mysterious power …have an extraordinary life!”

Hearing this, Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Seagull both looked at each other with yearning expressions on their faces.

The members of the Recording Committee have different identities and personalities, but they all come together because they are unwilling to be ordinary.

Now, they finally saw the glimmer of hope.

These were brought by the newly joined Mr. Snow Owl, and they couldn't help but cast grateful glances at Jilan.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the apartment.

Old Jerry walked forward tacitly, glanced through the peephole, and then opened the door with a smile.

Snap.

A pretty girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat and two golden braids slipped in. She put away her flower umbrella and raised her skirt to salute Old Jerry and everyone in the restaurant.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Miss Sparrow greeted with a playful smile and raised her hand.

His lively and cute appearance made everyone smile and respond politely.

Miss Sparrow's dress was wet from the rain, and the makeup on her face was a little stained, but this didn't seem to affect her good mood.

She handed the hat and umbrella to Old Jerry, then carried a bag of things and walked cheerfully to the restaurant.

"Little sparrow, why do you come to the apartment when it rains so heavily?"

Miss Seagull opened her red lips slightly and asked.

"Hehe, because I miss everyone!"

Miss Sparrow put the bag in her hand on the table and took out a few cups of beautifully packaged hot coffee.

As she spoke, she glanced at the blond young man present.

"This is a new product I bought from the 'Mrs. Herzog's Café' on Fourth Street in Horst. Please try it."

"Eh? Why is it that ours is all coffee, but Mr. Snow Owl's is milk tea?"

Mr. Oystercatcher had a keen eye and discovered the clue.

Everyone looked around after hearing this, and sure enough, the coffee cup in Mr. Snow Owl's hand was filled with "Slimy Bark Milk Tea."

"I noticed last time that Mr. Snow Owl seems to like drinking this."

Miss Sparrow smiled slightly.

"I mean, you came to the apartment even though it's raining so heavily. Why do you miss us? I think you came here specifically for Mr. Snow Owl."

Miss Seagull took a sip of coffee and curled her lips.

I silently said again in my heart, it’s so bitter and not tasty.

Ignoring the blush on Miss Sparrow's face, she added spoonful after spoonful of sugar to the coffee cup, making Mr. Oystercatcher's eyelids twitch.

"Miss Seagull, that's enough, that's enough, it will be bad for your teeth."

Mr. Oystercatcher urged.

Miss Seagull stared with beautiful eyes and shouted:

"Shut up! I just love sweet things!"

Mr. Oystercatcher immediately became obedient, coughed, and said no more.

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After Miss Sparrow took her seat, everyone began to chat while eating.

Mr. Stork's face became serious when he talked about the current situation:

"The serial murderer who was wreaking havoc in the slum area was finally caught. The Mangrove Street Police Department and the Horst Search Team worked together to surround and kill the man last night."

With that said, he took out the morning newspaper and handed it to everyone.

The incident is still making headlines and even comes with a grainy black and white photo. Seeing the prisoner's death, everyone present felt intense discomfort.

Ji Lan also glanced, but her pupils shrank.

He found that the man in the photo had a swollen face, a ferocious expression, and a bullet hole in his forehead... and this man looked very familiar.

After recollection, Gillan quickly recognized the other party.

It was the first strong man guard he killed beside the "Wealth Well" when he escaped from the Oak Gang's warehouse area!

‘Didn’t I kill him and throw him into the well? ! ’

Gillan was surprised.

The idea of ​​a dead man coming back to life as a murderer sounds terrifying.

"Sorry for showing this to everyone during the meal."

Mr. Stork apologized.

"But what I want to say is that because of this incident, the officials have blocked Haddonfield Street, Mangrove Street and Black Barrel Street. But in fact, it is still because of the plague. Not only has the incident not been contained, but it has begun to spread to More neighborhoods... Now the entire slum area has basically become a place where the plague is ravaged, so everyone must be careful to take precautions."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

After all, in the face of such natural disasters, there are countless painful examples that tell them that it is difficult for manpower to contend and they can only avoid it.

Gillan frowned.

Plagues, resurrected wardens, and the Oak Gang...

All of this was connected in his mind, and it reminded him of "Black Lake".

‘There’s something wrong with that well! ’

Ji Lan had such a conjecture in his mind.

At this time, Mr. Stork sighed and took out a letter.

"In addition, the situation between the Empire and the Federation has become more tense."

He pointed his finger at the opened envelope and said:

"This was sent to me by a friend from the north. 'Bosivian' trade tariffs increased and the sale of all art goods in the Federation was banned. This caused dissatisfaction with the Federation, so both parties established a 'female priest' in the eastern part of 'Bosivian' There was an armed conflict on the river bank... There was a small-scale friction between the Imperial Army and the Federal Army, and they fought for several days."

Everyone knows that "Bosivia" is a special administrative region.

Because of its unique geographical location and historical legacy factors, it has become one of the most prosperous commercial cities on the mainland. And because of its convenient transportation, easy to defend and difficult to attack, it has become a strategic battleground throughout the ages.

In the "First War of Shame", the Bremen Empire was defeated and ceded "Bosivia" to the Owena Federation as a colony.

But later, the head of state Caesar came to power and launched the "Second Battle of Glory", defeating the Federation and taking back "Bosylvia".

However, the far-reaching influence of federal colonization still remains in that territory.

At the same time, "Boxivia" has become a symbol of some kind——

National hatred, shame, honor, self-confidence and even faith all surround the northern city, embodying the piety and hope of the people of the two countries.

"War, I'm afraid, is really coming."

Mr. Stork said solemnly.

Everyone looked solemn.