Chapter 136 Bathed in Blood
Jilan opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes shining with light.
Outside the window, the pouring rain does not stop, but intensifies.
Boom!
Click!
Thunder opens its teeth, lightning dances its claws.
"Huh..." He opened his mouth and let out a stream of white air, and smoke rose from his bleeding skin.
Jilan felt that her whole body was extremely hot, and waves of power burst out and gathered throughout her body from the powerful beating of her heart.
He raised his hand and clenched his fist, his joints crackling.
‘Physical fitness has been improved by several percent in all aspects. This is a secret technique that temporarily provides an increase. It consumes one’s own blood. ’
Gilan stood up and spread his legs to shoulder level.
Suddenly, a punch came out.
Woo!
The terrifying fist wind roared and broke the air.
The blood droplets evaporate into red mist, merge with the hot air flow, and form a circle of air that spreads. He turned around again and kicked the air with a "Broken Bone" kick.
Boom! !
A dull burst of air sounded like thunder.
The lethality of this kick is more than a little bit stronger than before.
‘Through the mysterious rhythm of the heart, the body explodes with far greater power than before, but it also causes an imbalance in the four body fluids, so the blood will be discharged along the blood vessels on its own as a form of consumption. ’
Gilan was thoughtful.
'Somewhat similar to Weiwei's "Bloodthirsty Curse", but the secret technique has no obvious sequelae, and it is very consistent with the third stage of "blood" of the body training technique, because after it is cast, it can quickly recover from blood loss with its own powerful hematopoietic ability. ’
This secret skill is called “blood bathing”.
It originates from Hermann Tulio, the "Bloody Knight" among the four knights of the Healing Knights. It is an exclusive secret technique developed by him based on the body-building technique.
Same as "Shattered Bones" by Agni Baldwin, "The Knight of the Silver Crown".
Now, everything has been learned by Jilan.
"Hiss..."
Jilan took a deep breath and held it.
Immediately he spread his arms and was shocked.
The rhythm of his heart immediately returned to normal, and he no longer beat vigorously, thereby removing the blessing of the secret skill "Blood Bath".
He then exhaled, walked to the bedside and took out a towel, wiped the blood on his body, then turned to the demon Weiwei and said:
"Come back."
"Ah...yes, Master."
Weiwei pulled away from her dazed state, reluctantly looked back, and quickly stood up. Immediately, with a bang, a little man emerged from the smoke and flew into the owner's sapphire ring.
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The next day.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Miss Sparrow is wearing an apron, humming a simple melody, and is busy in the kitchen.
Not long after, she brought plates of cooked breakfast and placed them on the dining table. She turned around and narrowed her eyes with a smile and said hello:
"Good morning, Mr. Snow Owl."
"Good morning." Gilan came dressed neatly. "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Sparrow."
"Let's eat together. After eating...I will send you to the Notre Dame Monastery."
"Well!"
Sparrow The lady took off her apron, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the cupboard. He walked back immediately and sat across from Jilan.
The two of them had their own thoughts and didn't speak for a while.
A long while.
After breakfast was almost finished, Miss Sparrow whispered:
"Mr. Snow Owl, you are now a noble... You should go to the 'Ludo Palace Academy' for further studies in the future. ?”
Jilan chewed the food but shook his head.
"Then...what does Mr. Snow Owl plan to do?" Miss Sparrow asked in surprise.
“Continue to pursue the mysterious road.”
Jilan’s eyes became more determined, and he looked at her and said solemnly:
“I promised you that I will definitely find Jean. The way you restore your appearance will one day bring Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Seagull back to the world."
Miss Sparrow looked at him blankly.
The eyes were shining with luster.
She chuckled lightly, but her nose felt sore. At this moment, Aurora couldn't help but feel that Mr. Gillan was stupid. He was just a friend who had known him for a month. Is it worth him paying so much for it?
But she was inexplicably moved.
I was moved by Mr. Gillan’s strong persistence.
For a time, thousands of words only condensed into two words:
"Thank you."
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After breakfast, Miss Sparrow changed into high-end and noble orange clothes, while Gillan lifted her suitcase for her in a gentlemanly manner.
The two of them went downstairs together, took a taxi, and went straight to South Muse.
The carriage crossed the Eleventh Bridge from North Muse, passed through the Central Triumph District, and then passed the Sixteenth Bridge to South Muse.
The surrounding street scene changes, from high-rise buildings to solemn buildings to old-fashioned neighborhoods. During the two hours of riding in the carriage, the two chatted all the way.
Miss Sparrow seemed to have forgotten those worries and confided her ideals to Gillan in a low voice. She said that she actually fantasized about becoming a nun when she was very young, but she never dared to express this idea due to her status and the majesty of her father.
Even joining the "Recording Club" to explore the secrets of the film was a way for her to one day be able to escape from such shackles with mysterious power, thereby helping more people in need.
"Your ideal is great, Aurora."
Gilan solemnly called Miss Sparrow by name in the carriage.
Miss Sparrow just shook her head shyly.
She turned her gaze away and responded in a low voice:
"Not great, I just want to contribute a little bit of power to the world and give a hug to the suffering people."
"When my mother died, she died peacefully in the arms of a nun. ...I can't forget the smile on her face, let alone the way the hungry and cold people struggled to eat in a painful life."
Jilan thought for a while and took it from her wallet. She took out two "100" Golden Caesars and stuffed them into her palm.
"Mr. Snow Owl?"
Miss Sparrow raised her head and looked at him, stunned.
"Take it, you are penniless now and will need money."
Gilan smiled.
“But you have to promise me not to donate everything, okay?”
Miss Sparrow bit her lip and tightened her grip on the banknotes in her hand.
This money was not a lot for her who was once a wealthy lady, but at this moment, it seemed extremely precious.
It was so heavy that it made her heart feel at ease and warm.
"Yes, I promise you."
She turned her head away, not looking at Gilan.
Jilan seemed not to have noticed her secretly raising her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. After thinking for a long time, she said in a deep voice:
"Aurora, wait until you have practiced the meditation method to a certain extent. To the extent...I will teach you how to become a 'mystic'."
Miss Sparrow's body stagnates.
She turned her head and looked at Gilan again. Indescribable shock shone in his eyes that were red from crying.
After staring at Jilan like this for a long time, Miss Sparrow didn't ask a single question, but her red eyes suddenly became firm and she said yes.
"I will not slack off, Mr. Gillan."
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The Monastery of Our Lady is located in the north of South Muses, close to the Sixteenth Bridge. Surrounded by dense old residential areas, at first glance, Gilan even thought he was back in the poor area of Brak City.
No, it's even more crowded and chaotic here.
Many unemployed lower-class men are leaning boredly on both sides of the street, chatting or in a daze. Someone was groping for unfinished cigarette butts on the ground, like a treasure hunt.
Some people are walking on the road and when they see the core, they will directly pick it up and throw it into their mouths. After taking a few mouthfuls, they reluctantly put it in their pockets.
All kinds of food residues, fruit cores, paper scraps and cigarette butts can be seen everywhere, leaving black dirt that is difficult to remove on the stone slabs and cement streets.
The people here seem to be filled with an unspeakable depression.
The carriage stopped in front of a solemn gray stone cathedral.
Gilan carried the suitcase in one hand and held Miss Sparrow's little hand in the other. He got off the carriage and paid the middle-aged coachman a fare of 15 pfennigs and a tip of 1 pfennigs and 6 melangs.
After the carriage left, Miss Sparrow whispered:
"It's so expensive. Musixiti's taxi costs 3 cents per kilometer."
In Brak City, taxis The cost of a carriage is generally only 2 cents per kilometer.
“After all, it is the capital and prices are high.”
Gilan shook his head.
He glanced at the street number "St. Maud Street, No. 8" on the side of the monastery, and then said to Miss Sparrow:
"Let's go in."
(End of this chapter)