From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 346 Appointment
After a while.

Two cars arrived at the downstairs of Triumph Building, one after the other.

The soldiers patrolling around seemed to have received the news in advance. They stood in a neat row and, led by two lieutenants, saluted in unison.

Bang.

Jilan got out of the car, and the short-haired woman next to him quickly stepped forward and respectfully closed the door for him.

Immediately, Jilan, holding the brim of his hat with one hand and holding a gray cane with the other, strode into the entrance of the building in the biting cold wind, surrounded by a group of officials in suits.

These people took Jilan all the way to the 70th floor and then waited outside.

There were not many people in the committee hall this morning. Jilan walked to the door of the chairman's office alone and knocked on the door.

Tuk Tuk.

"Please come in."

A familiar, magnetic, deep voice was heard in the room.

creak-

Gillan pushed the door open.

"Chairman Pala." He said respectfully.

"Jilan, you're here." The white-haired old gentleman sitting behind the curved desk smiled. "Please take a seat."

Jilan nodded and took a seat.

He looked up at the chairman and found that this world-famous alchemist had become old and frail, no longer as vigorous as he used to be.

His cheeks were severely sunken, his cheekbones were distinct, and he was quite thin.

"Chairman, you..."

Jilan's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

"Haha, don't worry." Pala smiled. "Everything should follow the principle of 'equal exchange'. This is just the necessary price for using the 'Philosopher's Sword'."

"The Philosopher's Sword? Is it the red long sword that Chairman Pala took out from his cane that night?"

Jilan immediately understood something and tactfully did not ask any further questions, but just nodded.

"Jilan, have you received the letter of appointment?"

Pala smiled kindly.

"Got it." Jilan nodded.

"Well... the head of state has agreed to your appointment and dismissal. From now on, you will serve as the executive minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Pala said.

"You are also aware of the public opinion in the country during this period, right?"

"Yes, I understand." Gillan paused for a moment, raised his eyelids and said, "The Federation launched three final explosions that night... Bosvia was destroyed because of this, and the people in the country are calling for war."

"Aren't you curious about why the capital city of Muse City was not damaged at all by the final explosion?"

Pala asked with a smile.

Jilan was startled, but said calmly:
"I'm curious...but I think it has something to do with the Führer."

"Yes." Pala said solemnly. "Although the head of state is also limited by his own body and the threshold of the mortal world, he cannot exert strength beyond the limit of level 6...but he can leverage the power of law that originally belonged to Si Chen, so it cannot be defined by common sense."

"The 'Elephant Guards' commanded by 'Saber Captain' Edwin Herment is the ace of the 'Blind General'... The number of its members is unknown, but they all have the power of 'Final Explosion'. They are the unit we fear the most."

"Fortunately, they are also restricted by the mortal world and lack the ability to move with each other's bodies, so it is impossible for them to launch a large-scale 'final explosion'."

Jilan was quite shocked to hear such secret information.

He was also curious as to why Commissioner Pala would elaborate on this information with him.

"Jilan, when you take office as the Executive Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs tomorrow, I need you to do something."

At this moment, Pala suddenly changed the subject.

Gillan nodded and responded:

"Please tell me."

"I hope you can personally come forward as the new executive minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and announce to the people of the entire empire and the whole world that the Bremen Empire will officially declare war on the Owena Federation! Both sides will fight to the death!"

Pala looked extremely solemn and spoke in a stern tone.

Jilan was stunned.

He personally came forward...

What is the profound meaning of this?

"Gillen."

Pala folded his hands, stared at the blond young man opposite the curved desk, and said in a deep voice:

"I am running out of time."

"?!" Jilan's pupils shrank. "You...how could this happen?"

Para Celsus is the most famous mystic, a great scholar in the empire, and a powerful figure recorded in secret history... He must have reached the pinnacle of the world, but he also cannot escape the shackles of life? !
"Everyone has their own end, Gillan."

Pala seemed calm and smiled peacefully.

"The day I comprehended the Philosopher's Stone, all this was destined. I used the power of this miraculous object, and therefore lost the hope of making further progress on the Path of the Fire Sword... I cannot ascend. This is God's will, and it is also a part of the 'equal exchange'."

"Perhaps, dying as a mortal is my proper destiny."

"Everything exists, and existence leaves traces. This is the unchanging truth of the world... The so-called soul and the so-called nightmare monument are all superficial. I do not agree with them."

"I think that the inheritance of knowledge and will is the most powerful proof of human existence."

"So, Gilan, I plan to leave a trace of my existence before I die, and also leave my hope for the Knights, the Empire, and the world..."

Pala asked solemnly:
"Would you like to be my student...my only student?"

Jilan opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.

It was a huge surprise to be accepted as the only student by such a legendary figure.

How could he not want to!

But there is no free lunch in the world. The gift from fate will always come with a bonus, waiting for the day of repayment.

"I will do my best to entrust you with all the alchemy, body building, meditation, mystical knowledge, and even all my connections and resources that I have mastered."

Para Celsus said lightly.

"But I have a condition."

"Please go ahead." Ji Lan took a deep breath and said.

"I want you to take my place in the future, to help the Knights, and to help the Empire continue to realize that great dream... to make the world free of war and conflict, and to usher in an era of peace and tranquility."

"This is a heavy responsibility that not everyone can shoulder."

"Think about it before you answer me."

Gillan fell silent.

He could have just made a boastful promise and then followed Pala to learn with peace of mind, thus gaining greater power.

But Gillan wouldn't do that.

He has never been a treacherous person.

From the beginning to the end, he had beliefs and persistence that others could not understand.

Just like at the beginning of his time travel, he inherited this intact body and promised to fulfill the dream of the original body and buy a decent tombstone for his deceased mother.

No matter what, he will fulfill his promise.

The same is true now.

If he had promised Pala, then Gilan would never break his promise.

But this commitment is too heavy.

Even an outstanding figure like William Gerard, even if he ascended to become Si Chen, was still constrained by other Si Chen.

Even with the help of a talented team like the Healing Knights, they were still besieged by various forces.

The Bremen Empire is the overlord, but after three hundred years of fighting and managing, it still has not achieved its dream. Now it is forced to the moment of the final battle. Can he, a mysterious person of only level 4, do better than Pala?
Gillan had no confidence.

But he was unwilling to give up this precious opportunity, an opportunity to become stronger in a short period of time!

'I have "color", and I also have determination. Although I, Mo Xing, was an ordinary person with disabled legs in my previous life, my heart is definitely not weaker than others!'

'Mr. Clark Smith is also a time traveler. If he can become the "director" of February's Hour, why can't I ascend to the throne of God?'

"If I can't become a god, how can I live freely as I please?"

Jilan lowered his eyes and thought to himself.

half an hour.

He let out a long breath, raised his head solemnly, and said:

"Mr. Pala, I am willing to be your student, inherit your dream and will, and do my best to realize it in the future!"

"very good."

Pala stared at the young man.

His eyes were full of relief.

"I wasn't wrong about you, Gillan."

"So now do you understand why I asked you to stand on the stage and personally announce the news of the war against the Owena Federation?"

"Yeah, I think I understand." Jilan nodded. "Are you planning to train me to be someone who can stand on my own from now on?"

"That's right." Pala smiled approvingly. "It's actually a helpless move to let you step on the stage so early. If I had more time, I would definitely let you bide your time until the day you make a big splash. It's a pity..."

He did not continue speaking, but instructed:
"Remember, from the moment you become my Pala's student, you will become the target of public criticism... But I believe that with your talent and ability, you can withstand it all, and adapt to and control the situation in a very short time."

"Palawei... Teacher, I understand."

"Yes." Pala nodded. "Also, the gravediggers in Group 2 suffered heavy casualties. Teresa died in the line of duty, so we are short of a leader... I plan to have you take her place temporarily and continue to lead Group 2."

"Okay." Jilan did not refuse.

"After tomorrow's events are over, the Head of State will personally host a dinner for you at the Sifang Palace... At that time, all members of the 'Knights of the Cross', which represents the power center of the empire, will be present to witness you becoming an official knight."

Pala described the subsequent procedures and arrangements.

"After this, there is the initiation ceremony of the 'Midnight Rose' that requires your presence. I will introduce you to some of my friends in the field of mysticism, and let you gradually enter their field of vision."

“This is an inestimable wealth.”

"I will follow your arrangements, teacher."

Gilan lowered his head and spoke softly.

"Very good." Pala nodded in satisfaction. "Once everything is on track, both Bu and Austria will definitely take action to prepare for the third war... I don't have much time left, so I don't have much time left for you either."

"In view of this, I will spare no effort to teach you everything I know, and I hope you can try your best to absorb it in this limited time."

"Okay, teacher."

Jilan said solemnly.

Pala nodded and waved her hand.

"Well, go back and don't be late tomorrow."

"Yes." Jilan stood up, took off his hat respectfully and saluted, then turned and left under the calm gaze of the white-haired old man.

When the door closed with a click, Pala turned his head and looked out the window with a distant gaze.

...

...

The next morning.

Before dawn, Jilan got up early and washed.

He was not nervous about the upcoming inauguration ceremony, and continued to practice in his room as usual.

After being promoted to the 4th level Kyushu, he found that his progress was gradually slowing down.

Whether it is spiritual knowledge or physical body, it is difficult to improve through meditation or physical training. Spirituality cannot be improved through such conventional means.

"It seems that apart from relying on the essence of "Golden Sigh", I can only use higher-level potions to assist in my practice... Perhaps, Teacher Pala can answer this question for me."

Jilan wiped the sweat off his face with a towel and put on the high-end suit he would need to wear today.

He thought in his mind, and used scented hair wax to comb his almost shoulder-length blond hair neatly back, ending up with an extremely handsome and mature look.

"Well, let's finish the things at hand first... Then I will formally study with teacher Pala."

Gillan put on a black silk top hat and went out with his laughing stick.

Downstairs, ten black cars had already been waiting quietly, surrounded by officials and bodyguards in black suits.

The residents around were quite surprised by this, wondering which important person this was for. Even Mrs. Maslan from the grocery store across the street and the young men and women from the bakery stood at the door to watch the fun.

It was not until a young man in black clothes with an upright posture and extraordinary temperament walked out of the corridor that the group of officials who had been waiting for a long time crowded up to him and respectfully escorted him to the car.

Soon the convoy formed into a long queue and drove away from Price Street, leaving the surrounding neighbors in amazement.

"Is that Mr. Gillan Iros from Building 32?!"

"Oh my God!"

"Who is that young man?"

"do not know……"

"Could he be the nephew of some important person?"

"Don't make blind guesses. Mr. Gillan is a senior agent of the Prohibition Bureau. He has made many contributions and was once a count!"

"So, I think I have some impression."

"Your news is all out of date!"

"Oh? Psycho, tell me about it..."

The crowd was talking, but Gillan couldn't hear it, and he didn't care.

As the convoy gradually drove into the central area, Gillan, sitting in the back seat, saw through the car window that more and more people were gradually appearing on the street.

In the neighborhood near the Sifang Palace, the density of people on the street reached its peak, and there were many police officers maintaining order. This was the first time that Jilan saw so many people outside after the miasma disaster broke out.

Amid the hustle and bustle, most people had smiles of excitement and anticipation on their faces. Some held up signs that read "War Begins," some carried banners with bloody words like "Revenge, Down with the Federation," and some organized groups to shout slogans in unison.

They seemed to have heard some rumors and knew that the imperial officials would make a statement today.

The atrocities committed by the Federation against Bosvia will also have a result.

"Mr. Gilan, we have arrived at the Sifang Palace."

At this time, the short-haired woman sitting in the passenger seat turned around and whispered to Jilan in the back seat.

"The inauguration ceremony is ready. After you get off the car, someone will be responsible for receiving you."

"Got it." Jilan nodded.

The motorcade slowly drove into the Sifang Palace compound. On the spacious lawns on both sides, nearly ten ceremonial guards of a hundred people had already lined up.

They were all wearing gray-blue military uniforms and beret caps. They had solemn expressions, held guns and flags, and played magnificent war songs towards the convoy.

"salute--"

Shouted by ten colonel-level officers.

Swish!
The guard of honor saluted the convoy in unison.

When Jilan saw this scene, the calm emotions in his heart were inexplicably disturbed.

'What will my future be like?'

He looked at the approaching square palace building, the wall reliefs on the four corners, and the "X" flag of the Bremen Empire, and couldn't help asking himself questions.

The next second, his eyes gradually became firm.

'No matter what, I will rely on my strength and step by step reach the top of this world!'

(End of this chapter)