From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 349 In my arms
This evening.

Gillan packed up some of his personal belongings in the rental apartment.

In addition to two large suitcases of clothes, there were some occult artifacts, mainly alchemical medicine utensils.

These things were not valuable, but Jilan didn't want to just throw them away.

Because there are a lot of trivial items such as bottles and jars, and most of them are fragile, he plans to wait until tomorrow and let the people responsible for helping with the moving handle them.

As for the projector, it was a prohibited item in the empire and should not be seen by others. Gillan wrapped it in a piece of black cloth and sealed it in a large cardboard box.

Unless the movers are crazy, they would not take the luggage apart and check it without permission.

Although with Ji Lan's current status and position, he would not be punished even if he was discovered, but he still had to put on a show. He had just taken office and did not want to get into trouble.

After doing all this, Gillan took a bath.

He was wearing a loose black robe, with half-wet blond hair scattered on his shoulders, looking noble and lazy.

Gillan sat at the table, flipping through some occult books he had acquired in the past.

Suddenly, he somehow remembered the bottle of windmill cat blood that Führer Caesar gave him at the dinner, and the last words he said...

Wish him a good dream tonight?

At first glance, this sentence seems nothing special, just like a casual concern from an elder.

But the problem is that the person who said this is the head of state, symbolizing the "remnant king" of December, the only one left in the world.

Jilan felt that he would not say such things for no reason, there must be some deeper meaning behind it.

"Into a dream...?"

He secretly said.

Click.

Jilan raised his hand to turn off the desk lamp, closed the book, stood up, walked to the bed and lay down.

Then he closed his eyes.

As his consciousness gradually sank, Jilan's spirit body descended into his own spiritual kingdom.

There was no gathering tonight. Except for the Mad King who was still sitting like a sculpture, the seats on the five spiral stone pillars were empty.

Gillan stood beside the roaring Cross Swords bonfire, lost in thought.

"The Führer gave me the Windmill Cat's Blood, but he didn't tell me what it was for. He only told me that someone needed it... Who was that person?"

Soon, he thought of a person.

Torina Gerard.

Apart from the daughter of the "crippled king", Jilan really couldn't think of anyone else who could make the head of state so concerned.

"The Führer...he knows that I have been in contact with Miss Torina?"

Jilan's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

The mentality at this moment was like that of a yellow-haired man who was having a secret relationship with a socialite being caught by his majestic father-in-law. He felt inexplicably terrified.

Fortunately, Gillan adjusted his mentality instantly.

He and Miss Torina were just ordinary friends, and they had not done anything inappropriate.

I haven't done anything wrong, so what are you afraid of?

Otherwise, the head of state would not have trusted him so much and given him the blood of the windmill cat...

Jilan slowly took out the ox horn "letter comb".

Then, he activated it.

whoosh-

The familiar feeling of the world spinning came over him, and Jilan felt a powerful suction force pulling him, leading his spiritual body to somewhere.

next moment.

When Gillan regained his sight, he found himself on the huge island again, standing at the gate of the Black Castle.

Snap.

He walked through the gate and climbed the old stone steps.

On both sides of the steps, unknown flowers exude charming fragrance, making the quiet environment filled with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

Gillan reached the platform on the stone steps, which seemed empty and lifeless.

Without stopping, he walked straight across the open space and entered the hall of the main building of the Black Castle.

Just like last time, Miss Tolina did not come out to greet us or say hello as usual.

Gillan searched the main building to no avail, so he went up to the top floor attic again.

But inside the golden railing, on the four-poster bed in the center, there was no one, and there was no sign of Miss Tolina.

He stood outside the guardrail and recalled what she had said last time. Miss Tolina had told him that she might fall asleep for a while because she was too tired...

Jilan couldn't help showing disappointment as he failed to meet the girl on this trip.

He has very few friends, and Miss Tolina is one of them, and a very special one at that.

Maybe it's because both parties have similar experiences and feel sympathy, or maybe the other party has helped him more than once, making him feel grateful.

This made Gillan quite close to Torina.

'Forget it, let's come back next time.'

Jilan sighed and turned to go downstairs.

But just as he returned to the spacious and empty hall, he suddenly heard unhurried footsteps coming.

The flames of the white candles scattered around began to flicker and ripple, as if an invisible air current was passing through the hall.

He turned his head and saw a tall figure walking out of the shadows.

The man gradually walked into the range of the fire, revealing a dark, restrained and mysterious priest robe. He wore a wide-brimmed hat with irregular burn marks all over the brim, and held a large book wrapped in black tape in his hand. Black smoke was coming out of his body.

"Mr. Jora Jocks?"

Gilan recognized the visitor. He was Miss Tolina's bodyguard and the steward of the Black Castle.

Jorah stood in front of him, with a pair of cold eyes under his wide-brimmed hat, looking at Gillan with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Mr. Gillan Iros, according to what the lady said, I have killed the 'Christmas Devil' Krampus, and he will not trouble you again..."

"Huh?!" Jilan was stunned.

Krampus is dead...

Killed by Butler Jorah? !

That was the nemesis of "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon, a peak level 6 fighter. How could he just... die?!

Gilan still clearly remembered that it was because he mentioned what happened on Christmas Eve to Miss Tolina that the other party asked Butler Jorah to help him solve the problem.

"I didn't expect Butler Jorah to be so strong... No, I should say that Miss Tolina's bodyguard, worthy of being the daughter of the "Crippled King" and "Ms. Snow", is too fierce."

He thought to himself.

Immediately, Jilan said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Jorah."

"No need to thank me." Qiao La said indifferently. "You should thank the lady. If she doesn't ask, I won't do anything... Your life or death has nothing to do with me."

"That's true." Gilan smiled. "But I didn't see Miss Tolina when I came here this time. Do you know where she went? I want to thank her in person."

Jorah said nothing.

He looked at Jilan quietly for a few seconds, but then changed the subject:

"Miss's life has been full of suffering, Mr. Gillan."

"Hmm?" Jilan raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled.

Qiao La ignored him and continued to talk to himself:

"Since she was born, she has been in darkness and has never seen the outside world... She has lived a lonely, closed and cold life since she was a child. She does not understand the complex human nature in the world, but has to endure the pain from the dark side of human nature and the torture of hell every day and night."

"Even so, she always maintained a tolerant, kind and compassionate heart."

"I can see that your presence has changed the young lady... She has become more lively than before, has more expectations for life, and loves to laugh more."

"The young lady never hummed a song while watering the flowers, never pushed her wheelchair to the clock tower and stared blankly, never asked me how much time had passed, never asked me to go to the God's Land to look for those meaningless scented tea seeds, and never asked me to... hunt down other apostles!"

As Jorah spoke, his tone became increasingly cold, even containing a warning and a hint of anger.

"It was you, Mr. Gillan Iros. You gave the young lady hope and unrealistic expectations... But I know very well that as long as there is hope, there will be disappointment."

"I don't want to see the day when the young lady is sad because of disappointment, do you understand what I mean?"

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

He lowered his eyes and said calmly:
"Mr. Jorah, do you think that I am deceiving Miss Torina?"

"Isn't it cheating to make a promise you can't keep?"

Jorah said calmly.

"You are a 4th level Jiushi, what makes you think you have the ability to bring the young lady to the outside world?"

"You don't understand the significance of Castle Black, nor do you know why the young lady is trapped here. The hope you gave her is nothing but a dream you made up, a lie that does not require any responsibility."

"Your behavior disgusts me!"

Gillan nodded without any rebuttal.

After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"You are right, Mr. Jorah. I do not have the strength or confidence to fulfill my promise now..."

Gilan raised his eyes and looked directly at the other person.

In a calm tone:
"Just because I can't do it now doesn't mean I can't do it in the future... Since I made a promise, I will do my best to fulfill it."

"Being unable to do something and not doing it are two different things. Do you want Miss Tolina to be trapped in this eternal darkness forever?"

"If you can't get her out, please don't stop me from trying to rescue her."

"..."

Jora Jocks's breath hitched.

half an hour.

"I hope the result is as you said."

He said in a low, hoarse voice.

After saying that, Qiao La turned around and walked into the darkness, not forgetting to add:
"Come with me, the lady is at the bottom of the castle." Jilan raised his eyebrows and immediately followed.

The two walked one after the other through the side door of the Black Castle's hall and entered a narrow corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a round arched iron door.

Jorah opened the door and led Gilan in.

The stone stairs spiraled downwards, and iron basket torches were hung on the wall, stretching out the shadows of the two people and making them sway.

Neither of them spoke.

The only sound on the quiet stairs was the footsteps.

After walking down like this for twenty minutes, Jilan found himself in a pitch-dark cave.

The cave was quite large, as any slight sound was swallowed up by the depths beyond.

There was only a cliff passage less than five meters wide in front, with black iron columnar torches standing on both sides.

Gilan continued to follow Jorah.

This walk took nearly half an hour.

Until they arrived at a spacious circular platform. The ground here was made of uneven, bumpy obsidian.

In the center of the platform stands a three-meter-tall black iron coffin that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Its surface is covered with intricate and mysterious patterns.

The iron coffin was erected, with a relief of a nun with her eyes closed on the front, holding a scepter in her hand.

For some reason, the iron coffin was surrounded by darkness, which could not be dispelled even by the light of torches.

Moreover, the entire surface of the iron coffin was covered with a thick layer of frost, which was freezing cold. Even before approaching, Jilan felt the biting cold, as if his consciousness was about to be frozen.

"The lady is sleeping inside."

Jorah stopped in front of the black coffin and whispered.

Then he took out a small glass bottle from his arms, which contained dark red blood.

boo.

Jorah pulled out the cork from the bottle and poured the blood onto the surface of the black coffin, making a splashing sound.

I saw the darkness around me fade away a little, and the frost also showed signs of melting, but the effect was not obvious.

"This is Krampus' blood. It can alleviate your pain a little bit..."

Jorah said solemnly.

Hearing this, Jilan was startled.

Then, he thought of something and silently took out a small glass bottle.

"Hmm?" Qiao La's eyes were fixed on the glass bottle in Ji Lan's hand. "This is..."

"The blood of Pal Solomon the Windmill Cat."

Gillan said calmly.

Ignoring Jorah's suspicious look, he strode forward, uncorked the bottle, and, imitating Jorah's movements, sprinkled the golden blood in the bottle onto the surface of the black coffin.

Wow...

All of a sudden.

The darkness around the black coffin suddenly faded away, and the frost on the surface melted away, with a significantly better effect.

"It's actually true!" Jorah said with a hint of disbelief and excitement. "How did you get the blood of the 'Windmill Cat'?!"

Gillan did not answer.

Instead, he raised his head and stared at the black coffin.

next second.

creak-

The lid of the black coffin slowly opened.

A slender and weak figure was lying quietly inside, with her black hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The delicate facial features were obviously Torina.

The girl placed her hands on her chest, tightly clutching a stone cross ornament, which was the "Dawn Cross" given to her by Gillan as a token of love.

It seemed that this token brought her warmth and light during Torina's most painful and difficult period.

The girl's slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Those dark eyes reflected the face of a blond young man through the firelight.

"Mr. Gillan...?"

Tolina opened her mouth slightly and uttered a weak sound, but her tone contained a hint of surprise and astonishment.

But soon, she seemed to understand something.

"Thank you."

Torina said softly.

Her body suddenly leaned forward and fell out of the black coffin.

Wow.

Jilan quickly stepped forward and held him in his arms.

Torina's head rested against his chest, looking a little uncomfortable, a blush slowly appearing on her sickly pale cheeks.

But she didn't have any resistance.

She just lay quietly in the young man's arms like a well-behaved cat.

Gilan knew that Miss Torina had no legs and could not stand, so he simply picked her up in a princess hug.

"I'll take you up."

Gillan said softly.

"Yes." Torina's voice was still weak. "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Gillan."

Seeing this, the black-robed priest Jorah raised his hand and spread his five fingers. Billowing black smoke came out, and was about to condense into a wheelchair.

Wow!
But as soon as the black smoke took the shape of a wheelchair, it was dispersed by an invisible force.

Jorah was stunned.

He looked up quickly.

Miss Torina, who was leaning on the blond young man's shoulder, was staring at him quietly with a slightly stern look in her eyes.

Jora Jox had never seen such a look before.

He was stunned on the spot, and he was a little at a loss.

Gillan was already walking away, holding Miss Tolina in his arms.

"...Ms. Torina, why is the blood of the 'windmill cat' useful to you?"

Gillan expressed his confusion.

The girl in his arms did not hide anything and slowly explained:

"Actually... the wounds on my body are caused by 'Lord Sulfur'. And Pal Solomon is the messenger of 'Lord Sulfur', and he possesses the important power of that evil god, so his blood can relieve my injuries."

"I see." Ji Lan nodded.

His eyes fell on the girl's legs, the empty hem of her skirt swaying gently as he walked.

"Your legs, are they also...?"

"It doesn't count."

Torina shook her head slightly.

"My legs are natural, but it's also because of 'Sulphur Lord'... But if I can use the 'Crown' of 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon as a bargaining chip, according to the 'Equivalent Exchange' principle, theoretically I can have both my legs restored."

"'Crown'?" Gillan was puzzled.

"That is the exclusive property of every apostle, and it is also the proof that they can borrow the law of truth."

Torina explained.

Gillan nodded, looking thoughtful.

After a while.

He carried Miss Tolina back to the surface and went to the tea room on the second floor of the Black Castle.

After a while, Mr. Jorah, the castle's butler, finally arrived and brought a wheelchair.

After Miss Tolina sat down, he left in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do.

"Mr. Gillan, I feel much better."

The girl pushed the wheelchair and smiled at him.

"Would you like some scented tea? I'll make it for you."

"Then thank you for your help, Miss Torina."

Gillan nodded.

"Let's just use the 'Xia Fei' flower tea from last time."

"Yeah, no problem."

Tolina was in good spirits and pushed her wheelchair to the corner of the room to tinker with it.

After a while, the tea room was filled with a rich, sweet aroma.

The two of them chatted over a cup of scented tea.

Jilan told the girl about recent events, and the girl listened with her chin in her hand as usual, smiling from time to time or asking questions.

Talking about the journey to Blood Harbor and the final explosion that night, Torina frowned, as if she was thinking about Gillan's situation at the time.

Later, when she heard that he had become the executive minister of the Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the girl laughed again and applauded.

Even though she had no idea what the Ministry of Foreign Affairs did, what the position of the executive minister was.

But it didn't stop her from being happy for the other person.

(Volume 3, Flag Bearer, End)

(End of this chapter)