From Prisoner to Si Chen..

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"You are right, Ms. Cross."

Gillan was silent for a few seconds and nodded.

He actually knew that this was inevitable. From the moment he traveled through time, he was destined to be an enemy of the Three Sichens of Art.

Just because of his identity, a time traveler.

If Gillan was willing to be an ordinary person, there would be a great chance that all this could be avoided.

But how could he be willing to be an ordinary person!

"It should be said... the 'Director' may have seen all of this clearly a long time ago, so he prepared in advance and told me the truth in advance so that I would not follow his old path."

"Yes, Mr. Gillan."

Cross sighed.

The scene fell into silence.

Jilan suddenly thought of something and asked:

"But I have a question. Since the Director has fallen, why are you, as February Apostles, still able to use his laws?"

“In fact, we are not very clear about it.”

Cross did not hide anything and spoke frankly.

"Hera, David and I have speculated that perhaps it is because the Director's law is the Law of Recording, so even if he dies, it is still effective."

"We also asked Mr. A. Although he is also a February Apostle, he is another personality of the 'Director' and knows many secrets... But Mr. A said nothing, saying that only Mr. Gillan understood why."

"Am I the only one who understands why?"

Ji Lan was startled.

He suddenly understood.

The secret that only I, who was also a time traveler and also possessed special powers, could understand——

"Bilan"!
This is the power possessed by the "Director", a "golden finger" that is very similar to "Colorful", but has the opposite function.

While Gillan’s “Color” corrupts mystery and matter, turning it into its own nourishment, Clark’s “Piran” imprints mystery and matter, making it eternal and unchanging.

This is why the February Apostles did not lose their crowns with the death of the "director".

They can still borrow the "Law of Recording".

After realizing this, Jilan couldn't help but have new questions.

After the death of the "director", where did his "Bilan" go?

Did it disappear along with Him?
If it hasn't disappeared, can I find it?

"Ms. Cross, so, the 'director' told you to help me become the new god of February, and then hunt down the three art masters?"

Gillan asked, looking up.

"No." Cross shook her head. "Mr. Gillan, you can't be February Sichen."

Hearing this, Jilan frowned.

Cross explained:

"Although we really hope that you can become the February Sichen, I'm afraid you can't do it... and we can't do it either."

"February is for Pisces, the sign of the dreamer, observer and imaginator, and also of innovation."

"The three Artistic Hours have been keeping an eye on February. Not only will they try their best to stop you from becoming the Hour of February, they will also try to stop anyone from trying to become a god in this month through the Path of the Fire Sword."

"You mean, I can't become a god?"

Ji Lan frowned.

"But if I don't become Si Chen, how can I fight them? Isn't this a dead end?"

"Mr. Gillan, the 'director' left a hint."

Cross said, pulling out a videotape.

Then it was handed to Gilan.

After Jilan took it, he glanced down with surprise in his eyes.

The video tape clearly states:

"The Encounter between Sichen and the Four Apostles in Leap Moon"

"This was secretly recorded by us according to the director's instructions when you escaped from the bombing in Brak City."

Cross explained.

"Leap month?" Jilan murmured. "But there is no such thing as a 'leap month' in this world."

"Yes." Cross nodded, then hesitated and said, "We don't know what a leap month is either. Perhaps you can get the answer from "Curtain Call #1"."

"The 'director' said that once Mr. Gillan finishes watching the entire 'Curtain Call', everything will become clear."

"Well, I see."

Gillan nodded thoughtfully.

He suddenly raised his eyes and said to Cross:
"I'm planning to go to the Owena Federation. I wonder if you can help me secretly?"

"What does Mr. Gillan need from us?"

Cross replied with curiosity in her blue eyes.

Gillan thought about it and fell silent.

He reached for the teapot, silently filled Ms. Cross's cup, and poured himself a cup.

Jilan picked up the teacup and took a sip before saying:
"With my current strength, I am not qualified to fight against the Three Masters of Art... But I can cut off the power and wings they have invested in the mortal world."

"I plan to hunt down the Blood Colonel Herman's followers and the secret society that believes in the Three Sichen of Art... but the Federation will certainly send out strong men to encircle and suppress me. Among them, the followers of the Three Sichen of Art and the Ascendants are most likely to show up."

"I need you to observe secretly and take action at the right time to help me kill them."

"Huh?" Kloss looked surprised.

She seemed to have not expected that the young man in front of her would be so bold. It seemed that he was planning to emulate the feat of his teacher, the White Sage Para Celsus, and cause a big commotion in the Federation.

But it is impossible that Gillan had the idea of ​​dying together, so he must have something to rely on, which is why he is not afraid.

"Are you sure, Mr. Gillan?"

Cross asked after a pause.

"You are going to the Federation alone. It is a dangerous place with many powerful people... If you are not careful, you may not be able to come back."

"If Chancellor Leonidas takes action himself, President Caesar may not be able to rescue you in time."

"Don't worry ma'am."

Gillan chuckled. "Of course I'm sure."

As he spoke, his purple eyes gradually deepened in color until they were completely filled with deep purple-red, captivating the soul.

Above its head, a broken and illusory crown slowly emerged, burning with green flames.

An extremely terrifying aura emanated from him, causing the entire apartment and even the surrounding buildings to tremble slightly.

A buzzing noise was heard in the air.

Boom! !
Even in the sky, there were rumbling sounds of thunder.

Cross was startled.

She stood up from the sofa in a flash.

He looked at the young man in front of him with disbelief.

At this moment, the other party actually gave her a feeling of oppression as if she was facing each other directly!

Cross had a strong intuition that if the two of them fought, she would have no chance of winning!
“No wonder Mr. Gilan is so confident that he dares to go to the Owena Federation alone to hunt down the other side’s strong men.”

Cross said solemnly.

Jilan didn't say anything, but just smiled.

His eyes gradually returned to their original state, the crown disappeared, and the surrounding environment also became the same as before.

"In that case, I promise you."

Cross thought for a moment and said.

"As long as you can weaken the power of the Three Arts, we, the February Apostles, are willing to help you."

"Thank you." Jilan smiled and thanked.

...

...

On May 7th.

The Berthollet Orphanage in South Muse completed a simple renovation project and a celebration was held in the institution.

There are four brand new large dining tables in the yard, covered with white tablecloths with cartoon patterns. The tables are filled with desserts and snacks made by the caregivers and cooks, and many children are enjoying them happily.

Dean Mircella sat on a chair nearby, watching this scene with a smile on her wrinkled face.

She and the nurse just played games with the children.

Although it was just a simple play, Myrcella was already old and her health was not as good as before. At this moment, she was sweating and panting.

But when she saw the bright smiles on the children's faces, she felt relieved and satisfied.

All of this was made possible thanks to the funding from Mr. Berthollet.

But he died for his country not long ago...

The radio and newspapers were all reporting on this matter, and it was through these that Myrcella learned that Mr. Berthollet's real name was Para Celsus.

His many identities are all of the highest level in the empire, and he is an important figure that Mircella needs to look up to.

Thinking of this, Mircella was in a daze.

Mr. Berthollet had promised her that he would come to see the children on the day of the celebration at the orphanage.

Obviously, he was going to break his promise.

"Dean Myrcella."

At this time, a middle-aged female nurse came up and called out in a low voice.

"Hmm?" The old dean came back to her senses and raised her eyes. "Ms. Marty, what's wrong?"

"A guest has arrived..."

The female nurse looked nervous and pointed towards the door.

Dean Mircella turned her head and saw a young man with purple eyes wearing a high-end windbreaker and holding a white cane, standing at the gate of the courtyard.

She was stunned.

Of course she recognized the young man's face.

It is the youngest Foreign Minister of the Empire, Mr. Gillan Iros.

The old dean quickly stood up and stepped forward to greet him.

"Respected Lord Jilan, why...why are you here?"

Mircella was also quite nervous. She crossed her arms towards the young man and asked in confusion.

What she didn't expect was that the other party touched his chest and returned the greeting, without any arrogance or airs, and said softly:

"I'm here to check on behalf of the teacher."

"He left a handwritten letter, in which he mentioned that he had promised Dean Mircella that he would come to the orphanage to see the children on the day of the celebration... The teacher never broke his promise, but now I have to replace him."

"So that's how it is." The dean was stunned, and then his eyes turned red. "Thank you for coming here on behalf of Mr. Berthollet..."

Gilan said something to comfort Myrcella, then turned to look at the group of children.

The boys and girls, who were holding desserts in their hands and had cake crumbs and cream on the corners of their mouths, also looked at him with curiosity.

Gillan also noticed that there were not many caregivers in the orphanage, only three or four, and they were all older women.

"Today is a happy day. Can I play with the children for a while on behalf of the teacher?"

He turned his head and asked Myrcella for advice.

Hearing this, the old dean was startled at first, and then said quickly:
"Is this... is this really possible?"

"What's not allowed?"

Gillan smiled.

He strode towards the group of timid children and said:

"I am Mr. Berthollet's student. Do you want to do some more activities and play some games... um, like 'Walking Cane Contest'? Or 'Throwing Arrows Across the River'?"

The children hesitated and looked at the old dean.

Myrcella and the attendants smiled encouragingly in response.

"it is good!"

The children said.

(End of this chapter)