From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 504 Night Talk
June, the end of midsummer.

The Bu-Ao war, which lasted for half a year, fell into a more tense stage.

There was continuous artillery fire on the battlefields in the north and the east.

Countless wreckage of tanks, airships and fighter planes can be seen everywhere on the scorched earth that stretches for thousands of miles.

There was continuous artillery fire and bullets flying everywhere.

Terrifying roars and piercing gunshots rang out one after another.

Trenches and fortresses were built and destroyed, destroyed and rebuilt.

More than one million soldiers were killed on both sides.

However, the people of the two countries could not see these horrific scenes with their own eyes, and could only obtain relevant information through newspapers, radio and other media.

On the evening of June 6th.

A dull, hot wind blew across the imperial capital.

An old man in a suit and tie, with white hair, was walking out of the Sifang Palace with a white cane.

The female guards on both sides saluted with their guns.

The old man nodded and left with his stick.

He finally stopped at the end of the cobblestone path in the sunset and looked back at the magnificent building.

Thinking of the conversation he had just had with the Führer, a relieved smile broke out on his old face.

Then, he left without looking back.

The shadow grew longer and longer until it overlapped with the shadow of the Sifang Palace.

Para Celsus, carrying a staff, walked from the central area to South Muse, walking slowly along a street.

It was also night time and the sky was dark.

He finally stopped in front of an orphanage.

Dim lights came from the orphanage.

This orphanage is not big, just a four-story old building, with a low wall outside. Green vines and mosses cling to the low wall, and there are some children's entertainment facilities such as sand pits, slides and rocking horses in the yard, but they look a bit old and faded.

"Bertollet Orphanage."

The old man turned his head to look at the iron sign on the gate, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

This was one of the orphanages that Para Celsus, under the pseudonym of "Berthollet," had funded and established in the capital decades earlier.

In fact, there were many "Berthollet Orphanages" scattered throughout the Bremen Empire.

People only know that these orphanages were funded and established by the "Berthollet Foundation", but they don't know that the person who paid for it out of his own pocket was Para Celsus.

Pala was born in the dark and war-torn feudal Middle Ages. He has a strong sympathy for homeless children because he himself is an orphan without a father or a mother.

As a child, he lived by wandering and begging, and survived three plagues. When he was a teenager, he was lucky enough to become a servant of a noble family, specializing in carrying the man's excrement and urinal, and was responsible for cleaning.

In the Rongdeng Kingdom of that period, this kind of servant had a special name, called "feces servant".

While working as a servant in this noble family, Pala assisted the master's personal physician and learned some basic medical skills.

Later, when Pala was fifteen years old, the noble family died in the war, and he joined a mercenary group called "Healing Knights" by accident.

From then on, a legendary life began.

...

...

Pala withdrew her thoughts.

He leaned on his cane and walked up the steps of the orphanage.

Tuk Tuk.

Pala knocked gently on the door.

After a while.

The old wooden door creaked open, revealing an old woman with gray hair.

When she saw Pala, the old woman was stunned at first, then her face showed joy.

"Is this Mr. Berthollet? Please come in!"

The old woman quickly stepped aside to guide him.

Pala smiled and went inside.

The old woman's name was Mircella Marsh, and she had served as the director of the orphanage since its inception.

Only she and a few other caregivers had seen Pala's true appearance. Perhaps because Pala's strength had declined drastically, his appearance had aged greatly, so the old woman, who had not seen him for decades, did not suspect anything.

"Mr. Berthollet, what brings you here today?"

Dean Mircella asked as she walked.

Pala smiled and said:
"I just stopped by to check on the kids."

"So that's it."

A smile also broke out on the dean's face.

"The children are all resting on the second floor. Usually at this time, the caregivers tell stories, but I organized a game in the afternoon and the children are tired..."

The two chatted quietly and came to the second floor.

Pala followed the dean to the window of a large room. Through the glass, she could see the warm night lights on inside.

Double beds are neatly arranged in rows.

Although the environment in South Muse is dirty, this place is like a pure land, clean and tidy.

The children were sleeping in their beds with their eyes closed, falling asleep.

The children range from four or five years old to seven or eight years old, both boys and girls.

"Ugh……"

At this time, the dean looked at the children sleeping in the room and sighed sadly.

Pala turned her head and looked at her and asked:

"Myrcella, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Berthollet, I'm just being sentimental."

The old dean shook his head.

"After our empire went to war with the Owena Federation, there were more and more homeless children. This is the nth batch... Because the orphanage has limited places, some children have no choice but to be sent to the 'Church of the Virgin Mary' and the 'Church of Dawn'."

"Do you think things will get better? Life like this is really..."

Dean Mircella gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Decades have passed, and I have seen too many poor children in South Muse who have endured sufferings that they shouldn't have to endure at a young age... and even lost their lives."

"Will the world be at peace?"

"It will." Pala patted the old dean's shoulder and comforted him softly. "There will be a day of peace. Don't worry, Myrcella."

As he spoke, Pala fished in his trouser pocket and pulled out a stack of gold foil banknotes, which amounted to thousands of caesars.

He handed the money to the dean, who was stunned and lost in thought.

"Give the children a snack tomorrow. They should eat more meat... By the way, let's renovate the orphanage and rebuild the facilities in it." Pala said softly.

The old dean burst into tears and clenched Pala's hand with gratitude.

"Mr. Berthollet, I thank you on behalf of the children. You are such a good man, and the children have never forgotten that there is such a person helping them."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Pala smiled.

"In such a chaotic world, I can only do my best to help."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Berthollet. I know you're a big shot and very busy... but after the orphanage is renovated, I plan to hold a celebration, and the children will be very happy if you are there."

"Will you come?"

The dean wiped his tears and spoke with a sob.

Pala thought about it, patted the back of the dean's hand, and comforted him:

"Will do."

Hearing this, the old dean was very happy.

She was like a young girl, clutching the money, covering her chest, and feeling happy for the children.

After the two chatted for a while.

Pala bids farewell.

He left the orphanage and walked back to the central area from South Mewes.

But he did not go to the Triumph Building or return to his residence, but went straight to Morales Street.

Paula came to apartment 9.

Doodle.

He rang the doorbell.

Soon, an old butler with a straight posture and dressed in uniform strode out.

When Charles saw the old man standing outside the yard, he quickly opened the door and bowed.

"Mr. Para!"

"Is Gillan home?"

"The young master is at home, reading in the attic."

Old Charles said.

"I'll go and inform you."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Charles."

Pala nodded politely.

He was invited to sit in the living room and the maid made him a cup of hot tea.

Soon.

A young man with purple eyes, wearing a nightgown and a noble ponytail, hurried down the wooden stairs.

"teacher."

Gilan came over and bowed respectfully.

Pala looked at his student with satisfaction and waved.

"Come on, Gillan, let's talk."

"is teacher."

Jilan sat down on the sofa.

He noticed that the teacher was in a good mood tonight and had a smile on his face.

"Teacher, what makes you so happy?"

"My king has agreed to let me charge for the Knights once more."

Pala took a sip of tea and smiled.

Jilan frowned, having a bad feeling.

Pala chuckled at the student's expression.

"I have about ten days left to live."

"teacher……"

Jilan's pupils shrank.

Pala put down the teacup and said calmly:

"I plan to make one last trip to the Owena Federation while I can still move."

"Are you planning to assassinate the Federal Council alone?"

Jilan immediately understood the teacher's intention.

He quickly said in a deep voice:

"But this won't stop the war, let alone lead to Owena's defeat..."

"Gillen."

Pala raised her hand in a gesture.

"My target is the 'Golden Army', the 'Elephant Guards', and even the Federation's mysterious forces."

His turbid eyes were extremely deep at this moment.

"I am a dying man anyway. Just like playing chess, if I can exchange the opponent's important chess pieces before I die, it is also extremely worthwhile... as long as my king can win!"

Hearing this, Jilan felt the teacher's strong determination. He also knew that the teacher's idea was not wrong.

So, Gillan gave up persuasion.

"Jilan, this should be the last conversation between you and me as master and disciple."

Parra said softly.

His tone was not as solemn as expected, but rather very relaxed:

"I should tell you that the Sichens of the 'Crippled King' and 'Blind General' camps have a conflict that can never be reconciled. The two sides can only fight until one side dies."

"Because this is due to the different laws and philosophies of both sides, and the different directions in which the world is pushed forward in their respective ideals."

"My king tried to end the war and create a peaceful and prosperous world. But the 'Blind Generals' need an extremely chaotic world so that they can benefit forever."

"My child, my king cannot be defeated!"

"We must not lose!"

Palla reached out and patted Gillan on the shoulder.

He said word by word:

"Once He is defeated, all mortals will be left with only pain!"

(End of this chapter)