From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 382 Help
'"Dog-Bo" Schnauzer...'

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

'Is it the same person? Or is it just a coincidence?'

"No, it shouldn't be such a coincidence... But, that guy is clearly a 5th-level fallen mystic, how did he become a devil noble?"

Gillan thought.

I heard from Teacher Pala that Schnauzer is most likely a high-ranking member of the Eclipse Society.

The extremely mysterious organization "Eclipse Society" believes in the evil god "Sulfur Lord" and his messenger "Windmill Cat", and has close ties with the devil in hell.

This would explain the connection between the two.

The most likely scenario Gilan could think of was that Schnauzer deliberately used the false identity of a devil noble to deceive Flora and other fledgling mysterious people.

He collected his thoughts and said to the girl:
"Go back and inform your friends to find a place to meet. When you are ready, call me."

"Okay, Mr. Gillan." Hearing this, Fulla nodded quickly. "I'll go back and call them right away!"

"Well, go ahead." Jilan nodded slightly.

Fulla said goodbye, turned around and ran back.

Obviously, the pressure brought by this matter made her worried for the past two days. Now that she finally found a savior, she immediately had a strong motivation.

Jilan watched the girl return home, then turned and walked into the courtyard gate of his apartment.

He called out to Old Charles and Lanis, asking them not to go upstairs unless necessary, and then he went up the stairs and went straight to the alchemy room in the attic.

Jilan took out some common materials and began to refine "magnetic water" based on what he learned from "The Silver Bottle".

In less than half an hour, seven or eight bottles of magnetic water were placed on the wooden table.

This thing is the most basic alchemical item, and even orthodox alchemy apprentices in the Middle Ages would most likely master it.

But in this day and age, it has almost become a lost knowledge. Only some schools or organizations famous in the mysterious field may inherit and preserve it.

After doing all this, Jilan refined two more bottles of the most basic "alchemical catalyst". It was not that he did not want to refine a better one, but due to the lack of materials, he could only make do with it for the time being.

'The Three Kings Medicine is my most powerful 'alchemical catalyst' at the moment, but I'm missing a few core materials... When you have time, give the staff maker or Baron Opal a call and trade some from them.'

Jilan thought to himself, his hands moving non-stop.

He used a feather pen dipped in gold powder ink to draw an alchemical array on the parchment. He then sprinkled fresh catalyst on it, causing the parchment to glow slightly, and then retreated.

After a busy period, it was almost evening, and Jilan obtained nearly ten parchment scrolls containing alchemical power.

He put all these things away and left the attic.

As soon as I went down to the living room, the secretary Lanis came up to me and whispered that Miss Fura called and said that the appointment with Gillan had been completed and she left the time and place:
"Tonight at 9 o'clock, East Muse, 'Eastendon Gentlemen's Club'."

Gillan murmured and nodded.

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...

Night, eight fifty.

Easton Gentlemen's Club.

This business is a fighting and martial arts club, but its audience is more inclined to the middle class. It is not very professional and is far inferior to the "Silver Lizard Club" in North Muse.

But its popularity and reputation in East Muse are quite good.

At the same time, the Easton Gentlemen's Club is also one of the businesses of Fulla's friend, the Zellens family.

This is also the reason why we chose to meet here.

In the VIP room at the innermost part of the fourth floor.

Five young people, three women and two men, were waiting anxiously inside. Fulla and another woman were sitting on the sofa, and the other three were like ants on a hot pan, walking back and forth on the carpet and looking at their watches from time to time.

"Fula, why hasn't the exorcist friend you mentioned come yet? It's almost nine o'clock..."

The young man in a blue suit stopped, turned towards the sofa and asked.

"Zerens, don't worry, he will definitely arrive on time."

Fulla raised her eyes, looked at the anxious young man, and said comforting words.

"How can I not be anxious..."

Zelens sighed, quite frustrated.

"I was the first to be cursed. There is only one day left before the three-day deadline that the devil mentioned... If I don't want to die, I have no choice but to sign a contract with it!"

"It's not like you're the only one cursed."

Said the plump woman sitting on the sofa.

"We are all cursed! What difference does one day more or one day less make? If we can't solve this problem, we will all become slaves of the devil!"

"Salina! This is all your fault. We were planning to leave, but you said the bone carving looked precious, so you took it away!"

Zelens clenched his fists and complained.

When Shalena heard this, her face changed slightly and she said angrily:

"Didn't you guys agree to this?! Can you blame me for this?!"

"Wow... I, why don't we seek help from the authorities? The mysterious investigation committee will definitely be able to remove the curse from us! No matter how powerful that devil is, it can't be a match for the committee members!"

On the other side, a short-haired girl squatted down, hugging her knees and sobbing.

"Beili! What do you think the mysterious investigation committee is?"

The last dark-skinned young man said solemnly.

"They are the sharp sword of the empire, a violent team that specializes in hunting down mystics... If this matter is exposed, even if we are free of the curse, we will all be imprisoned for studying the occult, or even sent to the guillotine!"

"Stop having such weak thoughts! It will only get everyone killed!"

"Homa! But I don't want to be a slave to the devil! And I don't want to die!!"

Beili collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

Fula pinched her increasingly painful temple and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone stop arguing."

She seemed to have some say in the team, and everyone tacitly stopped arguing.

Fula looked up at Zelens and asked:

"Did you bring the dog-head bone sculpture?"

"I brought it." Zelens nodded and smiled bitterly. "Even if I didn't bring it, it would always follow me. I couldn't throw it away or destroy it. It's like a sticky pile of dog shit, entangled with me!"

As he spoke, the young man pulled out a palm-sized bone sculpture of a dog head from his trouser pocket. Its eyes were empty, as if it was staring at everyone present. "Put it away quickly! I don't want to see it!"

Beili screamed.

Zelens had no choice but to take it back in disappointment.

"Fula, is the friend you mentioned reliable?"

Homa, the dark-skinned young man, asked hesitantly.

Fulla concealed Gilan's identity from her friends, which led to their distrust.

After all, they have all stepped into the mysterious realm and become first-level "kingdom" spiritualists, not newbies who know nothing.

Fulla recalled that she had used her psychic vision to glimpse the dazzling light emanating from the blond young man, and when she thought about his identity, she nodded vigorously with confidence.

"Of course. If even he can't solve this problem, I really can't think of anyone else who can help me."

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked. "Is it that powerful..."

They knew Fulla's character and she never liked to exaggerate. Since she said so, then that friend must have extraordinary abilities.

But at this moment.

"Ah!" Zelens suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

"Zelens! What's wrong with you?!"

Everyone looked shocked and gathered around.

Zelens's trouser pocket trembled and fluttered, and then the dog-head bone sculpture flew out by itself and floated in the air.

Blood oozed from the holes in his eyes, forming a triangular inverted cross mark on his forehead.

"Haven't you thought it through yet?"

A low and hoarse voice was heard by everyone present.

"Time is running out."

"It's that devil!" Everyone was shocked.

Zelens was still screaming and rolling on the ground, which made the other four people feel terrified.

"I don't have that much patience..."

The devil's cold voice continued.

"After tonight, if the contract is not signed, this man will be the first to die... and then you."

"I don't want to die!" Zelens screamed. The intense pain from the curse made his face pale and cold sweat ran down his face. "Ah!"

He can hardly hold on any longer.

Both physically and mentally, he was on the verge of collapse.

Just as Zelens was about to beg for mercy and agree to the devil's request.

Tuk Tuk.

There was a knock on the door.

"Ms. Fula, it's me."

A young man's voice was heard outside the door.

Fulla's face lit up with joy.

Everyone also showed anticipation.

"Oh? So you guys hired help?"

The devil's voice echoed in the room, sneering eerily.

"You really won't give up..."

Before it could finish its words, the door opened from the outside.

Click.

Before everyone could see clearly who was coming, they felt their vision flicker and a figure appeared in front of them.

"?!" They were stunned.

I saw a dog-headed bone sculpture floating in the air, being held in the hands of an unfamiliar blond young man.

His expression is playful and there is a smile on his lips.

"Good evening, Mr. Schnauzer."

Gillan laughed.

"Why are you here pretending to be a ghost and fooling the children instead of hunting in the God's Land?"

"..."

The devil fell silent.

The whole room was silent, and even the curse on Zelens stopped working, so he stopped screaming and instead gasped for breath.

"Haha, it turns out to be Mr. Vic."

The devil's voice echoed.

"Since we left God's Land, I still miss you a little bit."

"Oh, really?" Gillan raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry, I'll come to you soon."

"..."

The devil was silent again, then smiled.

"Haha, then I'll be at your service anytime."

After he finished speaking, the dog-head bone sculpture fell into silence, and the blood mark on its forehead also disappeared.

Jilan played with the bone carving, thought about it, and put it directly into his pocket.

When he looked up again, he found that the five young men present were all looking at him with surprise and gratitude.

"Ms. Fula, am I not late?"

Gillan smiled.

(End of this chapter)