Chapter 118 Comfort
A world of white.
Everything is dead.
Jilan walked among them, looking blank.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from ahead. Unhurried, with the same confused steps.
In the white fog, three figures slowly emerged, two men and one woman.
One of them is wearing a black coat and top hat, carrying a cane; one is a white shirt and leather vest, with his hands in his pockets; one is wearing a lavender long skirt and a small waistcoat, with dangling earrings.
"Mr. Stork..."
Jilan was startled.
“And Mr. Oystercatcher, Miss Seagull?”
He looked happy and stepped forward quickly.
No matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get even closer to him.
Gilan turned his head and looked to the left direction where the three of them were going. Over there, countless bombers were passing by, and shells were raining down, making a roaring sound.
The crackling sounds of gunfire were heard endlessly, and flames flickered in the fog.
“Don’t go!”
Ji Lan's face tightened and he shouted quickly.
The three of them turned a deaf ear and walked forward on their own.
“Don’t go!!”
Jilan shouted.
His voice echoed in the mist for a long time.
The distance between the two sides is getting farther and farther.
Until Mr. Stork and the three of them slowly walked away and disappeared into the vast fog.
Jilan couldn't help but stopped where he was, his breathing stagnant.
He felt out of breath.
Next second.
"Hoo!!" He opened his eyes suddenly and took a big breath. "Huchi, wheeze..."
The pattering of rain.
Crackling.
The heavy rain outside the window was like a hail of bullets, and the strong wind slapped the window frame, making noise. Ji Lan slowly sat up, and was shocked to realize that his forehead, chest and back were soaked with cold sweat.
In the small and damp hotel room, there was only one gas lamp hanging on the wall. The beautiful flower-shaped lampshade was blackened by smoke, and a faint light emitted from it.
"It's been raining for three days and it hasn't stopped yet."
Jilan turned to look at the rainy night outside the window, murmured in disgust, and got up from the worn-out sofa.
After using the hemostatic agent and the self-healing ability of the "blood" in the third stage of the physical training technique, his injuries were already healed in three days.
He got up from the sofa, walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down gently.
Miss Sparrow was lying on her side on the bed, curled up and covered with a thin quilt. She changed into clean light yellow pajamas, and the injuries on her body had almost healed under the effects of throat medicine and magic gauze.
It's just that she lost her silky blond hair, her head was bald, her face was disfigured, and her fair skin became wrinkled and twisted with burn scars.
With the faint light, Ji Lan saw that Miss Sparrow had her eyes closed tightly, tears were flowing out uncontrollably, leaving a large wet mark on the pillow.
"Miss Sparrow, are you okay?"
He said softly.
Miss Sparrow's eyelids trembled slightly when she heard the sound.
She quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her face, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the quilt:
"Snow...Mr. Snow Owl, aren't you asleep yet?"
"I fell asleep and woke up again in the middle of the night."
"..."
The two fell into a brief silence.
After a while, a trill sounded under the quilt:
"Dad...Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher, and Miss Seagull...are they really, really gone?"
Ji Lan lowered his eyes, and after a while, he said in a deep voice:
"The Owena Federation's army raided Braque City, but I didn't see Mr. Foz, maybe he is still alive."
“Woooo…”
Uncontrollable crying came from under the quilt.
Hearing Jilan's words, Miss Sparrow still didn't know that this was just comfort.
She has lost everything.
Family, friends, wealth, identity and appearance.
Now, she is just an ugly and useless monster.
"I will find a way to restore your original appearance and voice, Miss Sparrow."
Gilan took a deep breath and said softly.
"The mysterious realm has unpredictable power and means. This is not difficult." He then added:
"It must be possible."
A long while.
A hoarse sound of sobbing came from under the quilt:
"Thank you, Mr. Snow Owl."
Gilan's throat was blocked, and he glanced out the window again and ordered. :
“It’s been raining heavily these days and it’s a bit cold. Please wear more clothes. The few sets of clothes I bought for you are placed in the suitcase beside the bed. If they don’t fit, just tell me. I, I will change it for you.”
Hearing this, Miss Sparrow felt warm in her heart.
But listening to the silence outside the window, with only the chirping of cicadas, she felt worried again.
This is not the first time Mr. Snow Owl has mentioned rain.
But it has been sunny these past few days, and it has never rained at all.
The sadness in her heart suddenly turned into worry for Mr. Snow Owl.
Perhaps, the death of his friends also affected him and caused him to have mental problems.
Miss Sparrow felt so sad that she couldn't help hiding under the quilt and asked:
"Mr. Snow Owl, don't you dislike me for being an ugly and useless burden?"
< br>"You are not ugly, nor are you a burden."
The young man's voice came.
"Your beauty comes more from the depths of your soul, the beauty of your soul. You won't stop being you just because you lose your appearance, Aurora."
"You will still be you. That lovely and kind sparrow.”
Miss Sparrow felt her nose sore when she heard his words.
Tears could not stop flowing from my eyes.
After a while, she slowly pulled down the thin quilt and mustered up the courage to reveal her ugly appearance.
"I...can I still hug you?" she said.
Jilan didn't show any emotion at all, he just silently stepped forward and gave her a hug.
Miss Sparrow's heart was immediately comforted.
She took a deep breath and carefully stroked the blond young man's back with her wrinkled little hands. Immediately, he tried his best to control his voice, soften it, slow it down, and make it less hoarse and unpleasant:
"Mr. Snow Owl, I hope you don't feel sad anymore. Mr. Stork and the others are good people and will go there." Omer’s paradise, you will live happily in that pure land.”
"Yeah." Gillan said. "I believe this."
He removed Miss Sparrow from his arms, held her back, and placed her gently on the bed.
"Go to sleep, you need to rest now."
"Yes." Miss Sparrow agreed obediently and closed her eyes.
Jilan pulled the thin quilt over her and turned around silently.
After turning off the gas lamp, he walked out of the room.
He walked straight to the end of the hotel.
There is a small open-air garden here, filled with large and small potted plants that have been left unattended and have long since withered.
Jilan looked up at the slightly lighter rain, leaned against the old wall on the right side of the climbing frame, took out a cigarette case and a brass lighter, and lit one for himself.
Clang - miso!
Flames licked the top of the cigarette.
He faced the rainy night in silence, puffing smoke into the darkness.
The slightly bright cigarette butt flickered on and off.
Gilan is confused about the future.
He knew nothing about the imperial capital "Muse City", nor did he know the situation of the Farhan family he was about to face.
Gillan instinctively resisted the biological father he had never met.
Not to mention, there are those so-called brothers and sisters.
From Old Charles's description, we can know that his identity is the illegitimate son of the earl, so after arriving in the capital, he will inevitably come into contact with the upper class.
But regardless of past and present life, he is just an ordinary person.
‘Fame, wealth and power…’
Gilan's deep blue eyes reflected the rainy night, looking profound.
‘These are important, but not the most important. In this mysterious and unpredictable world where true gods exist, only strength is the foundation. '
'I can only become stronger, become stronger...'
He took another puff of cigarette, but suddenly, he stared at the burning light on half of the cigarette, and couldn't help but I thought of Mr. Oystercatcher's words:
"White, neat, clean, and no smell. I haven't seen such perfect teeth for a long time! But please be careful, smoke less cigarettes, they can be harmful to your teeth." Not good.”
Snap!
Gilan flicked his finger, and half of the cigarette flew into the heavy rain.
He took out the cigarette case again, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.
Immediately, turned around and left.
(End of this chapter)