From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 306 Dark Three

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.

They glanced at Gillan, and they did not expect that the captain would send William to the battlefield in such a simple and crude way.

The boy with blood on his body and face pulled out the sword with force and carefully pointed it at the refugee's throat. Under the horrified look and whispers of mercy from the other party, he thrust out without hesitation.

puff!

William took a few deep breaths, and the little hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

This was his first time killing someone, but he wasn't afraid.

Because he knows better than anyone else that if he doesn’t kill someone, he will be killed by others...

"Teacher! How was my performance?"

William calmed down and turned to look behind him. However, he found that Teacher Jilan's face showed a trace of disappointment.

Jilan said calmly.

Bang! !

William was startled, and then he understood why the teacher had shown disappointment in him just now.

William obediently handed over the iron sword.

bass! !

The simple iron sword spun in a circle in his hand, then flicked it, blood beads splashed out in an arc... and the sword's blade regained its luster.

The afterimage traced several beautiful tracks, leaving a six-pointed star symbol in the boy's sight.

Puff puff! !

"Give me the sword." Gilan stretched out his hand.

"Do not kill me!!"

"Run!!"

During the journey, they would stop at various villages and towns. The flour, spices and furs originally transported had been sold out, and the stewards bought some local specialties and took them further north to sell.

He quickly lowered his head and said seriously:

Just listen to a clear clang.

Behind William, another refugee appeared, and the pitchfork in his hand stabbed the boy in the back of the head!
"You little bastard, go to hell!!"

The boy's heart sank.

Everyone in the caravan looked stunned.

"Old...teacher, thank you."

William felt a cold light flash in his eyes.

"Yes, I understand!"

William turned his head suddenly and looked at the rusty pitchfork that was gradually enlarging, and his face changed.

The teacher didn't know when he had already stepped seven or eight meters away. The iron sword in his hand was as light as a piece of paper, and he swung several swords in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the refugees who were fighting with the guards exploded into an uproar. Such a shocking killing directly defeated their rationality, and they turned around and ran away in chaos.

The caravan continued north.

There was a sword incision at each of their throats, which penetrated and blood flowed out. The wrist, forearm and upper arm are divided into four sections, exactly.

However, William only felt his vision flickering.

The ear-piercing scream that broke through the air made his scalp numb.

...

Repeat this to earn the price difference.

William thanked him with lingering fear.

"Fighting is not a child's play, you can't be careless."

This is the process of trade routes in today's era.

The six armed refugees fell down almost at the same time.

The blond young man stood up straight, without even a drop of blood on his body.

Why is the teacher so disappointed in me?
next second.

Phew—Zheng!

With a strong gust of wind and a muffled sound, the refugee holding the pitchfork flew backwards, flipped seven or eight meters in the air, and slid to the ground.

Why……

There was already a figure of a blond young man in front of him.

As for the young William, looking at the teacher's figure, he felt his heart surge. A trace of longing and respect flashed in his eyes.

...

A trip can take several months or even half a year.

At the same time, this is also the longest movie viewing experience Gillan has ever had. Although "Pan" spans ten years, it is all skipped in the form of transitions, which is completely different from his personal experience.

Finally, the caravan successfully arrived at the Posi Merchant Alliance, a neutral area north of the Rongdeng Kingdom and the Sakya Kingdom.

For some reason, Gilan always felt that this business alliance was probably the predecessor of the real imperial colony "Bosivia".

Regardless of the name or location, they are very similar.

After arriving at a hub town called "Florian" in the Persian Business Alliance, Gillan finally ushered in a transition in the film.

This transition spans five years directly.

It can be seen from the flashing pictures that during this period, William Gerald has been practicing with Gillan, and officially joined the mercenary team, moving around in various caravans.

When he was twelve years old, he already had the strength of a senior mercenary. Translated into the real empire's evaluation standards, he was at the instructor level, and he had mastered both fighting and swordsmanship.

Today, five years later, William, who is already fifteen years old, has reached exaggerated master level strength.

He is well-known in various caravans in the Persian Merchant Alliance.

It is also at this stage that the story takes an important turn...

Ji Lan's consciousness flashed.

I found myself suddenly appearing in a theater.

Surrounded by walls and ceilings made of stone and wood, a play called "Don Quixote" is being performed on a simple wooden platform.

The story tells the story of Don Quixote, an old country squire who was fascinated by reading chivalric novels and imagined that he was a knight errant. He led the family's thin horse as a mount, persuaded the farmer to serve as a squire, and took a sharpened broom as a spear to embark on the journey. An adventure journey of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak.

Ji Lan frowned when he saw the poor performance of the actors on the stage. He was familiar with this story, it was a classic that had appeared in previous lives.

'Could it be another October apostle's "Ode to God"...? '

While Gillan was deep in thought.

"it is good!"

"Good kill!!"

"Wonderful!"

"Whoa! Don Quixote!!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly cheered excitedly, the men raised their fists and shouted, and the women even pulled off their headscarves and waved them in their hands, and the applause continued.

The smell of sweat and all kinds of heat waves hit my face.

Only then did Gillan notice that the story performed on stage was actually completely different from what he remembered.

Don Quixote was not imagining anything!
This is not an absurd drama!

But a heroic epic...

In this play, Don Quixote seems to have a god-given power called "divine revelation". As long as he does something of great impact and records it, he will gain magical abilities and use them to Keep getting stronger.

The "giant" killed by Don Quixote was not a windmill, the "enemy" defeated was not a flock of sheep, and the "princess" saved was not at all the "peasant woman" in fantasy...

They are all real!
Gilan watched the drama, and was extremely shocked when Don Quixote ended the war on his own and was summoned by the gods to ascend to the sky...

This is not the "Don Quixote" he remembered at all!
The story has been subverted and adapted!

Moreover, there was a sense of familiarity and déjà vu that Gillan couldn't describe...

'Why does it look so much like a Shuangwen plot from a previous life? ! '

Ji Lan was stunned.

After the shabby red curtain was drawn, a middle-aged bald man who looked like a theater owner walked up to the stage, with a false smile on his face, spread his arms and said:

"Another wonderful show, thanks to the youngest and most talented artistic talent in Florian City, Clark Smith."

"Don Quixote has been printed in one hundred collections, sewn with goat hair and cowhide, and signed by Clark..."

"Of course, the work "Mona Lisa" he painted for his mother will also be auctioned next week. Everyone is welcome to come and support it."

"As for the musical works and sculptures you are looking forward to, you have to wait until next month..."

Listening to the host's words, Ji Lan's stunned expression became more obvious.

Who is this Clark?

Artistic all-rounder?

And what the hell is the Mona Lisa?

His mother? !

Gillan's mind was a little confused.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that in the small door on the side of the high platform, William, who was already fifteen years old, flashed away.

Ji Lan thought for a moment, pushed through the crowd and walked over there.

"Sorry, I can borrow it for a moment."

"do what?!"

"Hey! You guy..."

He was physically strong, and he pushed away the crowded crowd with a casual wave of his hand, causing waves of shouts and curses.

But when the crowd around him saw Ji Lan dressed in leather armor and carrying a long sword on his back, they quickly fell silent, fearing that he would anger this person and lead to death.

Gilan glanced at the onlookers calmly and left without looking back.

When he opened the curtain and walked in, he came to a simple backstage with several erected wooden boards supported by wooden stakes and two rooms inside.

Gillan stepped forward and as soon as he approached a room in the back, he heard the conversation of two young people.

"Clark, you are really amazing. Just writing something or drawing a picture can compare to me working outside for half a year..."

William's tone was quite envious and admirable.

"No la."

At this time, a humble and gentle male voice sounded.

However, it sounded muffled, as if separated by a thick layer of glass.

"I'm quite envious of you, William. You're so strong at such a young age...Thanks to you last time for helping me drive away those bastards who wanted money rather than their lives, otherwise my little body might have suffered."

"We are friends, as we should be."

William chuckled.

"By the way, Clark, why do you always wear this round iron helmet? Are you afraid of being decapitated by a sharp sword in the dark? But your glass mask is too fragile, and its protective ability is not enough..."

"You're talking about this, ha, it's not an armor for combat... Well, I don't understand it even if I tell you. It's just a dream of mine."

"Dream?" William said. "What is a dream...?"

"A dream is the inner desire and a career that you are willing to pursue throughout your life."

"Then my dream is to end the war and unify the world like 'Don Quixote' in your novel."

"Hahaha……"

"My dream is ridiculous, right?"

"No." Clark said in a serious voice. "I think you can, absolutely can... It's up to you to end this dark age."

"Thank you."

William was quite touched and asked again:
"Then what is your dream?"

"My... my dream is to go to Yu... ahem, to the world in the sky."

"The world in heaven? You mean outside the earthly world? That's the place where gods stay... Do you want to be a god?"

William said jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Clark was silent for a while and chuckled:
"Why not?"

"I also plan to unify the seven major arts to create something called a 'movie' to record your and my stories."

"Finally, share it with all the friends you meet while traveling in the sky..."

(End of this chapter)