From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 505 Walking Alone
"What can I do for the teacher?"

Ji Lan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Pala smiled with relief and replied:

"Succeed me and shroud my body."

"teacher……"

Jilan suddenly felt a lump in his nose.

He immediately stood up, bowed to his teacher and saluted solemnly.

“Students must live up to our trust!”

"it is good."

Parra laughed.

He was silent for a moment, then continued:

"I have always been the one covering for you, but this time, it's your turn to cover for me..."

"My trip to the Owena Federation this time was a willful act, but it was also to realize my dream when I was young. I broke into the enemy's base camp alone and turned it upside down. I hope to die."

Pala laughed.

"But the most important sword in my life, the Philosopher's Sword, cannot be lost, let alone be obtained by the Federation... The Head of State has his own arrangements, and it will eventually be left to my student, Gillan Iros."

"To borrow the creed of 'Director' Er Yue Si Chen, 'inheritance' is also an art and the most precious wealth of mankind. I hope you can become a new arm of my king, and after my death, take over the throne as the new sword of the empire!"

"Gilan!"

Parra said solemnly.

The tone was very solemn.

"Teacher, I'm here."

Jilan lowered his head, his purple eyes moist.

Pala stood up and pressed his shoulder silently.

"From now on, the safety of the empire will be in your hands."

"Yes……"

Gillan hissed.

After Pala arranged his final arrangements, he turned around and walked out of the house, leaning on his walking stick without any more lingering feelings.

The old man hunched over and said without turning his head:
"Don't interfere with this journey."

"I will leave the empire overnight and travel alone."

"May the dream of a prosperous age finally come true..."

The teacher's voice gradually faded away.

Jilan raised his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw the aging figure disappearing into the night.

...

...

After Pala left.

Gillan was not at all sleepy.

He recalled the moments he had spent with his teacher and couldn't help feeling sad.

Although he had only been Pala's student for a short time, Gilan had learned a lot from his teacher. He also owed his current strength and knowledge to Pala's unstinting teaching.

The other party has done him a favor.

Gillan took it to heart.

He changed his clothes and drove to Sifang Palace. As a student, it was difficult for Jilan to do nothing and watch his teacher die.

So Gillan plans to find Emperor Caesar to see if he can help.

It was very hot tonight, and there were few people on the road, and it was quiet. The silver car passed through the streets under the night, and finally drove into the Sifang Palace.

After Jilan got off the car, the two female guards at the door saluted him, as if they had received instructions long ago, and immediately said to him:

"Commander Gillan, the Führer is waiting for you in the courtyard."

Ji Lan was startled.

Immediately, he nodded.

"okay, I get it."

Gillan quickly climbed the stairs, walked into the porch, and headed straight for the innermost courtyard.

When he arrived at the courtyard, he found the red-haired young man standing under the huge tree with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty the Führer."

Gilan stepped forward and bowed.

"Teacher Pala..."

"Well, I know everything."

Caesar turned and whispered to Gilan.

"This is his choice. As the head of state and even the head of the Knights, I will pay the highest respect to Pala and respect his choice."

"At the same time, I hope you respect your teacher's choice."

"Your Majesty the Führer."

Jilan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"So we're just going to do nothing and just watch our teacher go to the Federation and die?"

"No." Caesar shook his head. "Of course I didn't do nothing. After all, Pala fought with me for three hundred years and devoted his life to the Knights Templar and the Empire..."

"Carl and Adams will follow Pala in secret all the way, witness his heroic deeds and even sacrifice... In the end, his body and sword will be sent back to the empire, and I will bury him personally."

Gilan frowned as he heard what the Führer said.

At the same time, there is some confusion.

In his impression, Caesar, no, the "Crippled King" William Gerard was a king with great charisma, and he should not just send people to watch.

"Do you think I'm unkind?"

Caesar seemed to have guessed what Gillan was thinking and spoke.

"..."

Gillan fell silent.

Caesar shook his head.

"I know you think so."

"Jilan, you don't really understand your teacher, and at the same time, you don't understand us."

"Every member of the 'Healing Knights' fights for that lofty ideal. We respect each other and help each other... Of course I can send Carl and Adams, and even more Ascendants to help Pala. Then what?"

“They will not succeed.”

"In the end, there will definitely be heavy casualties, which will lead to a lack of combat power on our side, handing the opportunity for a fatal blow to the Federation, and digging our own grave."

Caesar whispered to Gillan.

"Pala did not choose to sleep peacefully amid the flowers and praises of the people of the Empire at the last moment of his life. Instead, he went to the Federation alone, burning his last light to gain greater advantages for us."

"This is his dream, the moment he most desires and looks forward to before his death." "What he hopes most is that we, as his companions, can understand him, and that you, as his student, can understand him... rather than rashly intervene in the name of 'help'."

"I can't let Pala down."

Caesar's calm gaze met Gillan's.

"I won't allow you to let him down."

"I understand, Your Excellency."

Although Jilan was sad, he finally understood from Caesar the purpose of his teacher's visit.

Pala's final journey was not to seek death.

It was a pilgrimage.

By self-destruction, he swore an oath to the Knights Templar, pledged allegiance to the "Crippled King", and moved towards his dream.

"You stay here, Gillan."

Caesar said.

"Come with me and witness your teacher's feat. See how the White Staff Knight of the Healing Knights made his final charge and slew the enemy."

“Let the world remember that Para Celsus was not just a military doctor or an alchemist.”

"He is also a valiant knight."

"A hero."

Hearing this, Jilan was in awe.

He saluted the head of state and said:
"Yes, Your Excellency. I will bear witness to my teacher's heroic demeanor and his final charge into battle!"

"very good."

Caesar nodded.

After saying that, he raised a hand.

A tiny black hole appeared on the palm of his hand, and cracks spread radiating outwards.

A cuckoo bird emerged from it, with a large patch of black feathers.

Feathers were flying everywhere.

A projection with twinkling stars slowly emerged.

Ji Lan was startled.

He saw an old man.

An old man in a suit and tie with white hair was walking with a cane in the bustling city, moving inconspicuously among the crowd.

By some unknown means, Pala had arrived at the Owena Federation in less than an hour.

"Where is... the federal capital 'Jacobin'?"

Gillan was surprised.

"That's right." Caesar nodded. "Pala's first destination is the 'Broadway Hall' of 'Jacobin' in the federal capital, where a high-level meeting will be held tomorrow morning."

"But... even if we kill the main representatives of the Federation, it won't be a big blow to Owena."

Gillan frowned.

Caesar chuckled.

"This is just an appetizer. Only by killing more people can we attract important characters."

He said this with a deep look in his eyes.

"Pala has limited time. It is impossible to search for them one by one. We might as well lure them out and catch them all at once."

"He was determined to die, so he was naturally fearless."

Hearing this, Jilan held his breath and stared at the picture in the air.

Pala, just like an ordinary old man, walked slowly through the streets and came to a square under the colorful neon lights.

Here, stands a huge square building.

It looks like a coffin as big as a small mountain.

Twelve giant stone pillars support the outer porch, and the spacious square has a long stone staircase leading directly to the "Hall of a Hundred Masters".

Pala sat by the fountain in the square and waited quietly.

Jacobin, the capital of the Owena Federation, is far more prosperous and lively than other cities and can be called a city that never sleeps.

Even at night and early morning, it is still lively.

The square was bustling with people, and men and women dressed in alternative and avant-garde styles could be seen everywhere. The sounds of laughter, chatter, and noise were endless.

Gillan had been standing next to the Führer.

Before I knew it, it was daybreak.

at last.

The old man in the picture stood up.

He walked up the stairs with a white cane and into the Broadway Hall along with many celebrities in suits.

The security guards who were responsible for checking identities were not on guard against Pala at all and allowed him to walk in.

It seemed as if Pala was just one of the "five hundred seats" who came to attend the meeting together.

The Federal General Council is similar to the Imperial Upper House.

Here gather the top family representatives and bigwigs of the Owena Federation society. They come from various states and are in charge of all aspects of the federation's policies, order and operations.

Among them, the twelve chairmen are the most important, and the five hundred seats are the secondary ones.

Federal time, eight o'clock in the morning.

A man in his fifties stood on the podium and gave his opening remarks as usual.

Behind him, twelve seats were arranged in an arc.

Sitting on it were twelve elderly men and women, dressed in luxurious clothes, with solemn and dignified faces.

The five hundred leather sofas below the stage were all occupied.

But that's it.

Bang! !

There was a loud bang.

The entire auditorium shook as if there was an earthquake.

All the big shots present were shocked.

The host on the podium was smashed into a pulp by a giant stone sword that fell from the sky!

The stone sword was about twenty meters long and several meters wide. It pierced through the top of the conference hall like a high wall and smashed the platform to pieces.

The blade of the stone sword was engraved with many people's names.

If you look closely, you will find that these names are all innocent people who died in the bombings in Brak and Bosvia.

"what!!"

Inside the conference hall, screams of terror were suddenly heard.

All the bigwigs in the General Council fell into panic!
(End of this chapter)