From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 416 Foreshadowing
"Guillen Iros."

Jilan smiled, reached out and grasped the other person's knuckles, touched them lightly for a moment, and then let go like a gentleman.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Menis."

"Mr. Gillan, am I disturbing you at work?"

Menis glanced at the documents in front of Gillan and looked apologetic.

Jilan shook his head, calmly gathered up the documents, folded them, put them back into the brown paper bag, and put them aside.

"It's no problem," he said.

The journey still lasted four days, so he could take his time to browse and ponder. However, the woman in front of him caught his attention, so Jilan was ready to test her first.

"Where are you going, Miss Menis?"

"I don't know." The purple-eyed woman held her chin with one hand, her tone blank. "Take the train and go wherever it takes you."

“It’s just a random trip.”

"It's really enviable." Gilan said with emotion.

At this moment, a long whistle sounded outside the window.

The train then slowly started moving, leaving the platform of Bückeburg and heading further west.

"Why are you envious?" Menis raised her eyebrows, puzzled. "Mr. Gillan doesn't look like an ordinary person. If he wants, he should be able to put aside these worldly affairs and seek inner peace, right?"

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid that's not possible for the time being."

Jilan shook his head and smiled.

Menis looked at him quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a few seconds of silence, she smiled.

Changing the subject:

"It's boring just sitting there. I've learned some divination skills recently. Do you want to try it?"

"Divination?" Jilan became interested.

This is a magical skill called the Theocratic Spiral, which Gillan himself does not know much about. The only thing he has come into contact with is the "Lothar Ouija Board" in his hand.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

Menis maintained an elegant smile and took out a deck of cards from the handbag beside her.

The back of the cards has a uniform pattern, with purple irises forming a swirl pattern that looks quite mysterious.

"It's very simple." Menis put the cards on the table, flicked his hand, and pushed the cards away in an arc. Then, he spread his hands and gestured, "Just pick three cards at random."

"It's really simple." Gillan nodded and took out three cards according to the instructions. "I thought I needed to chant a spell or light a candle or something..."

Menis covered his mouth and chuckled.

"It's not that mysterious."

She gave Jilan a coquettish look, then placed the three cards he had taken out on the table one by one, and put the rest of the cards aside.

Menis first tapped the first card with his green index finger, then looked directly at Gillan and asked in a low voice:

"What do you want to predict, sir?"

"Hmm..." Jilan hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Let's see if this journey goes smoothly."

"Okay." Menis said softly and turned the first card over.

Snapped.

The front of the card showed a pure white feather, with an upright sword symbol in the upper left corner and the lower right corner.

"Sword..." Menis exclaimed softly, then looked up at Gilan. "Mr. Gilan's journey doesn't seem to be smooth, and there may even be danger."

"The source of danger, symbolized by this white feather."

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

White Feather...

The first thing he thought of was naturally only one organization.

That is the "White Dove Tower".

Of course, the possibility of coincidence cannot be ruled out.

After all, this was just a random divination, and its credibility needed to be tested. In addition, the lingering ghost of the "White Dove Tower" had already caused Jilan some sequelae.

Whenever they encounter trouble, they will reflexively think of this secret society.

"What else does Mr. Gillan want to predict?"

Menis had already placed his finger on the second card and continued to ask.

Gillan thought about it and tried to say:

“Since the journey is not smooth, is there any chance of turning around?”

Menis nodded to show that he understood, and turned over the second card.

Snapped.

The card is turned over to reveal a crown.

The symbol in the upper left corner and the lower right corner is a holy grail.

"The Holy Grail indicates that there is a chance of a turnaround." Menis thought for a moment and interpreted. "The specific source seems to be symbolized by the crown... This can be understood as power, or as help from a higher power."

Gillan was lost in thought.

He raised his eyes and re-examined the purple-eyed woman in front of him.

A colorful light that others could not detect flashed in Jilan's eyes.

Jilan felt even more confused.

The "Guide" did not see anything strange about Menis; he was just an ordinary person.

But that's why Gillan found it strange.

Because the result of the divination was hard for him to ignore.

An unspeakable intuition told Gillan that his next journey would most likely be just as predicted by divination.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Gillan?"

Menis's beautiful eyes moved and she smiled slightly.

"It's just a simple divination game, don't take it seriously."

"That's true." Gilan smiled. "Well... there is one last card. I want to try to predict my luck for the next period of time."

"Luck?" Menis gave him a long look. "Of course it's no problem."

After that, she turned over the last card.

Snapped.

The symbols in the upper left and lower right corners of the card are star coins, and there is a scale in the center.

One end holds the rose petals and the other end holds the thorny branch. Both are balanced.

"It seems neither good nor bad, sir."

Menis chuckled.

"Pentacle represents change, and that change comes from things on both ends of the scale...it can be a flower or a thorn, it depends on you."

"I don't quite understand." Jilan said.

Menis put the cards away and put them back into his handbag, then said mysteriously:

"That's how divination works. If you understand everything, it won't work."

"That sounds like a scammer's trick."

Gillan joked.

Menis rolled his eyes at him again and reached out his hand.

"Yes, I am a liar, and now I need to charge you for the divination."

Lanis, Moody and the bodyguards looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jilan smiled and shook his head.

He knew the other party was just joking, but he still took out a gold-plated card, pinched it between two fingers, and handed it over.

After Menis took it, he looked at the alchemy array on the gold card and said without even raising his eyelids:
"Is this Mr. Gillan's 'hotline card'?"

"You know?" Jilan raised his eyebrows.

"Of course." Menis showed a look of disdain. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a fan of mysticism. How could I not recognize these alchemists' objects?"

"But is that all?"

Jilan shrugged and had to dig into his pocket again, took out a glittering glass bead and put it in the other person's hand.

Menis' pupils shrank.

But it soon returned to normal.

"This is an alchemical item I got by chance. Even though it's just a glass ball, it can bring good luck."

Gillan said casually. Menis played with the glass ball but rolled his eyes secretly.

Menis could not hide Gillan's little trick from her. This was clearly something that the other party had just made, but he claimed it was an accidental acquisition.

However, this move that Gillan revealed unintentionally surprised Menis.

"This glass ball contains a lot of energy, and is also mixed with several tiny alchemical arrays... It seems to be able to trigger itself, thus generating an air barrier for self-defense."

Menis thought to himself, feeling warm.

She glanced at Gillan's hands again, intentionally or unintentionally.

"The reason why Jilan didn't ascend is to travel in the mortal world and continue to study alchemy... Even I can't see through the mark on his palm."

"He is only at level 4, but he has lived in the mortal world for so long... Is it because of the terrifying energy flowing in his body?"

"Could it be... the legendary 'Philosopher's Stone'?! To what extent has he honed his alchemy skills?!"

Menis was a little dazed and couldn't help but clench the glass ball tightly in his hand.

She is a 7th-level "Mercy" transmuter, a legendary alchemist famous in history, and has served as the leader of "Midnight Rose" for decades.

She is also a student of the September Apostle "Lady Silver Bottle".

however……

After hundreds of years, Menis once again felt the long-lost sense of frustration.

This feeling of failure instantly reminded her of the blond figure who was also the lady's apprentice when she was young...

The other party's genius left an indelible mark deep in Menis' heart.

And the figure in his mind gradually overlapped with the purple-eyed young man in front of him.

"His appearance seems to have changed a lot..."

Menis sighed inwardly.

"The only thing that remains unchanged is his talent, which is still superior to mine. Even though I have ascended, I have to admit that I am still not as good as him in the field of alchemy, which is my best area."

"Miss Menis?"

Jilan looked at the dazed woman and called out softly.

"Is it my gift that makes you unhappy?"

"No." Menis recalled his thoughts and shook his head quickly. He then carefully put the glass ball away. "I like it very much."

She rummaged in her handbag for a while longer, then pulled out a crystal ball and handed it over.

"Speaking of alchemy, I actually have some knowledge of it. This is something I made casually. I'm giving it to you."

"A random crystal ball?"

Jilan raised his eyebrows, took it and looked at it.

Menis, who was sitting opposite, smiled nonchalantly on the surface, but in fact he was staring at Gillan's expression without blinking.

At this moment.

Far away in the "Corridor" deep in the dream, in the manor that slopes down the cliff at ninety degrees.

A barefoot mature lady in a purple robe was lying on the lawn tiredly, her robe slipping from her shoulders, revealing her jade-white collarbone.

It was surrounded by countless broken glass balls.

"If you don't like it, I'll kill you."

The lady squinted her eyes and murmured.

...

...

"Aether bubbles."

"It is made of various dream metals and crystal materials. There are twelve alchemical arrays engraved inside it. It can very effectively store a large number of miscellaneous items. The actual space capacity is 9999 Hercules."

"At the same time, it can also effectively block the detection of spiritual vision and spiritual knowledge."

"This creation seems to have been made by a superior being himself, and it contains His anxious expectations."

"..."

Jilan was holding the crystal ball and was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the corner of his eye twitched, and he inexplicably felt that this small crystal ball seemed unusually heavy.

"Ms. Menis, did you really just...make this casually?"

Gillan asked again to confirm.

Especially the last sentence, the tone is solemn.

Menis seemed to realize something, coughed, and smiled awkwardly:

"Well, actually I didn't do it...but it has something to do with me."

Hearing this, Jilan became even more confused.

The woman in front of him was full of mystery, making him unable to figure her out.

"Anyway, thanks."

Gillan gestured with the crystal ball.

He no longer regarded Menis as an ordinary person, and his tone became more formal.

"You're welcome, sir." Menis smiled. "It's fun chatting with you, but I'm a little tired. I'll go to the back and take a nap."

She picked up her handbag and wide-brimmed straw hat, stood up, waved her hand, and walked into the depths of the VIP compartment.

Jilan looked at her back and frowned slightly.

He tried to use his spiritual power to activate the crystal ball in his hand.

Bang.

A soft sound.

The crystal ball instantly collapsed into a point, and then with a gurgling sound, it turned into a transparent bubble the size of a palm.

Dazzling colorful light is flowing on the surface of the bubbles.

Jilan could clearly feel that there was a very large space inside the bubble, which was roughly equivalent to a warehouse of several hundred square meters.

"Who is the superior who created this thing?"

Gillan was puzzled.

But what he didn't see was that the purple-eyed woman, who had her back to the crowd and had walked to the rear corner of the carriage, had a flushed face and her beautiful eyes were moving.

Menis sat down on the leather seat, hid by the window, leaned his head on the windowsill, and looked at the desert scenery outside.

She could hardly control her frantic heartbeat.

"Finally... I saw you."

...

...

Time flies and four days have passed.

The train successfully arrived at the border of Stuttgart and stopped at the immigration checkpoint platform.

Menis got off the bus two days ago.

Before she left, she expressed her desire to visit the Kingdom of Toler, where there were beautiful windmills and sea of ​​flowers.

Gillan just said goodbye politely and didn't say much.

But Menis added jokingly at the end:
"Mr. Gillan, I may call you after I travel... Don't hang up on me then."

"Of course not," Gillan replied.

He had no idea why this mysterious woman wanted to approach him, but as of now, she didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Gillan simply let things take their course.

He would be happy if he could make friends with more powerful people.

Jingle bell.

Ding ding ding bells.

The attendant walked back and forth on the platform, holding a palm-sized copper bell and knocking it with a small stick.

There were not many passengers on the platform.

Judging from their skin color and clothing, they were obviously from the West, but it was impossible to tell whether they were citizens of Stuttgart.

Gillan led the envoys out of the car, and Menis and Moody went to negotiate with the immigration guards.

After showing some identification and documents, Gillan and others were led into a closed room.

A middle-aged prosecutor with a big beard and wearing a brown uniform came with several of his men.

After the two sides met, this person said with a fake smile:

"Messengers from Bremen, on behalf of Stuttgart, I extend a warm welcome to you..."

(End of this chapter)