Chapter 124 Promise
"Sickness..."
Jilan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
“I’m not sick, Miss Sparrow.”
“Although it’s rude to say this, but...Mr. Snow Owl, I’m really worried about you. Now I’ve lost everything, only you. Still by my side.”
Miss Sparrow put down her fork and bit her lip.
"I don't want to lose you again..."
At this time, the three people behind Gilan were looking at Miss Sparrow in surprise.
Seeing her unrecognizable appearance, everyone showed unbearable expressions.
Mr. Stork frowned and lowered the brim of his hat.
After a moment's hesitation, he said with emotion:
"Miss Sparrow, she has also endured a lot of suffering..."
"Damn it!" Mr. Oystercatcher clenched his fists indignantly. "Damn the Federation! Miss Sparrow used to be so lively and cute, but now she looks like this! Everything is ruined!"
"If I am still alive, I will definitely join the army and go to the front line to kill those idiots. Human federal bastard!"
He was emotional, and his tone was slightly choked because of his emotional personality.
If it was just his own death, he could accept it calmly. But until I saw the tragic experience of my former friends, I felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
"Alas..."
Miss Seagull just tilted her head and sighed sadly.
Although Sparrow survived the war, her current situation is probably worse than death, and is even more miserable than the others.
Jilan listened to the discussion behind him and took a deep breath.
"I'm really not sick," he said. "Miss Sparrow, maybe your gnosis is not high enough, so you can't see them for the time being... Well, their current situation is very special, like spirits."
"And for some special reason, They can only follow me now and be protected by me, otherwise they will really disappear."
"But please believe me, I didn't lie to you."
Gilan explained patiently.
Miss Sparrow heard this and was stunned.
"Do you still remember the article "Wooden Shackle Meditation"?" Gillan asked again.
"Yes, remember." Miss Sparrow nodded. "I've memorized it all, and I also remember the 'Shackle Visualization' very clearly."
"Very good." Jilan nodded. "From now on, if you practice more frequently, you will be able to see them again sooner or later when your gnosis is sufficient."
He looked calm.
“I promise.”
"Well..." Miss Sparrow clenched her hands and nodded heavily. "I believe you, Mr. Snow Owl."
Wow.
Gilan stood up slowly and walked around the dining table to Miss Sparrow.
He stretched out a hand, spread it flat, and handed it to the other party.
“At this moment, they are standing beside me.”
Gillan said softly.
Miss Sparrow looked up at the handsome blond young man, then looked at his empty left and right sides, and finally raised her wrinkled little hand and placed it on Gilan's palm.
At the same time, the three people around Ji Lan also looked at each other, reached out their hands in tacit understanding, and placed them on the back of Miss Sparrow's hand.
"Do you feel it?" Gillan asked.
Miss Sparrow lowered her eyes and was silent for a while.
"Yeah." She looked up and smiled with squinted eyes.
But in fact, Miss Sparrow didn’t feel it.
She only felt Mr. Snow Owl’s palm.
Warm and generous.
But even so, she was satisfied.
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In the afternoon.
Just after one o'clock.
There was a knock on the door of the rental apartment.
Tuk Tuk.
Gilan, who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through "Secret Records of Branding Iron" over and over again, closed the handwritten note, returned it to the dimensional space, and immediately stood up.
Strode to the door and glanced through the peephole. It's old Charles.
Click.
Gilan opened the door.
Outside the door, I saw an old butler with gray hair and a tuxedo sweating profusely. At his feet were a small projector, a black square-head machine that looked like a TV, and a flat iron box and a large, bulging paper bag.
Although the corners of several machines are faded and peeled off, they have been polished to a shiny finish. But it seems to be quite heavy, adding up to at least a hundred pounds.
It can be seen that it took a lot of effort for Old Charles to move them up.
"Good afternoon, young master."
Old Charles was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and saying hello with a smile.
"As expected, I bought you a projector through secret channels. In addition, there is also a video recorder that was once popular."
He said, and was about to bend He moved to move it, but Jilan raised his hand to stop it.
"I'll do it." Gillan said.
He stretched out his hand and easily lifted the projector. He held the square-head TV in one hand and turned around as if it was nothing.
Old Charles looked surprised and secretly sighed that the young master has an amazing physique.
Soon, he picked up the smaller flat machine and the big bag and followed it into the apartment.
Click.
The door is closed.
Immediately afterwards, Gillan installed the projector and video recorder in the master bedroom under the instructions of Old Charles.
After all, these things are works of art and cannot be seen in the light. It is safer to hide them in your own room.
"Master, with the money from selling those jewelry pieces, in addition to purchasing these three machines, I have also prepared two A1 whale oil batteries for you, as well as some film and video tapes."
Old Charles smiled and opened the large paper bag.
Jilan came over and took a look. There were three old-fashioned films and six video tapes inside.
He took them out one by one and looked at them for a moment.
The small notes posted on it contain handwritten words, such as "Seven Days of Love", "Beautiful Legend of the North", "Princess Lily", "Love Story at Lakda Hotel", "September" "Letter", "Sweet Lady Zara Palmer", etc.
All romance movies.
And three indescribable little movies.
Gilan was speechless for a moment when he looked at these films and video tapes, especially the small movies.
"What's the matter, Master?" Old Charles noticed the young man's expression and asked nervously. "Don't you like these videos?"
As a person who has experienced this, he is confused.
The young master is old enough to pierce a steel plate and is energetic. He should be interested in this type of film. Why is he so depressed? Moreover, isn’t it also suitable for him to watch it with Miss Aurora?
“It’s not that I don’t like it.”
Gilan was a little helpless.
He led Old Charles back to the sofa in the living room and sat down. He glanced at the room lying on his side. The door was closed tightly, and Miss Sparrow was still quietly practicing meditation inside.
"Miss Aurora and I are not lovers, old Charles."
Gillen explained.
Old Charles was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
“So that’s it.” He held his forehead in shame. "I'm really sorry, Master, I made my own decision."
Immediately, Old Charles thought of something again, and said quickly:
"But I have already reported the matter of the young master and Miss Aurora to Mr. Ramon... I came this time to convey to the master "Mr. Ramon asked me to inform you that the Earl's Manor will prepare a family dinner for you tonight. Please be sure to bring Miss Aurora with you." He said. whispered.
When Jilan heard this, she felt dizzy.
But after all, this is my first time here and I have never been back home. I know that this matter is inevitable and I will have to face it sooner or later. So he sighed and nodded slightly.
"Well, I get it."
Jilan said.
"I'll go talk to Miss Aurora later."
"Okay, Master." Old Charles knew that he was doing bad things with good intentions, so his attitude was very sincere. "I will drive you and Miss Aurora to the Macmillan High-end Shopping Center in East Muse later to buy a decent dress." , but the quality and style are pretty good... and even if I go to a tailor now, it’s too late.”
"Yeah." Jilan nodded.
(End of this chapter)