Chapter 226 The Messenger
Hung up the phone.
Jilan turned around and looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He was thinking about what identity he should attend the birthday dinner tomorrow.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the living room.
Although there was very little movement, Gillan's powerful perception clearly captured the sound of footsteps approaching outside the apartment door. After pausing at the door for a while, he left again.
Gillan got up and walked to the living room.
At a glance, he saw a gilded pink invitation lying quietly on the ground under the crack of the door.
Bend down and pick it up.
There is a sky blue four-quadrant kite-shaped shield printed on the surface of the invitation. In the upper left corner and the lower right corner, there are patterns of a wolf and a dove respectively.
Gilan recognized it. This was the emblem of the Earl Taylor family, the wolf and bird coat of arms.
On one side of the family coat of arms are two lines of words surrounded by patterns:
"On October 3rd, at eight o'clock in the evening, at the Tietjens Hotel, North Muse, Upper Street, there will be a memorial service for Miss Dedeir Taylor. A birthday dinner is held.”
“You are sincerely invited to attend.”
Jilan raised an eyebrow and opened the invitation.
Looking at the delicate and graceful calligraphy, he recognized at a glance that it was written by Miss Didier herself.
The content is very simple, that is, as a good friend, she invites Gilan to attend her birthday dinner, and tactfully hints that the dinner requires a male companion, and hopes that Gilan can play this role.
Although due to the "Art Order" promulgated by the empire, the aristocratic circle did not dare to take the risk and openly hold dances at dinner parties, the traditional habit of "participating in pairs" to participate in such large-scale social events was still obtained inherited.
‘Are you attending as the male companion of the protagonist of the dinner party...’
Jilan thought to herself and put the pink gold-gilded invitation away properly.
In fact, based on the relationship between him and Didier, he would definitely receive an invitation, but Jilan did not expect that the other party would ask him to be the male companion.
This is somewhat ambiguous.
But Jilan doesn't care about this.
As long as he can enter the dinner venue smoothly and facilitate his actions, everything will be easy.
After returning to the master bedroom.
Gilan was not in a hurry to go to bed.
There's one thing he hasn't done yet.
Tomorrow night's banquet will definitely be extremely dangerous. To be on the safe side, Gillan plans to test the "letter comb" that Miss Torina gave him.
As the mysterious Lord of Black Castle, her messenger may be able to provide her with some help.
Whoosh.
Jilan raised his hand, the colorful light twisted, and an amber horn comb appeared in his palm.
He took a deep breath, folded his fingers together, and held the comb tightly.
A mysterious magnetic field swept through his body, and Gilan's eyes reflected the outline of the cross sword bonfire.
Next second.
A strong wind blew throughout the room!
Clang!
Boom!
The tables, chairs and door began to shake, the curtains were blown up and danced violently.
Jilan suddenly felt a blast of hot air coming towards him, blowing the messy blond hair from his forehead.
‘Spiritual vision. ’
He secretly thought, using his high gnosis to explore around him.
Under his spiritual vision, Jilan was shocked to "see" that a black hole with a diameter of two meters and a bottomless depth appeared out of thin air on the wooden floor in front of him.
The hole was filled with billowing black smoke that was invisible to ordinary people, and a pungent smell of coke mixed with sulfur permeated the surrounding area.
Soon, a tall and thin figure slowly rose from the hole and fell into the room.
His height is at least four meters, and the height of the room cannot accommodate him at all, so he can only bend down in front of Jilan. An exaggeratedly long arm was supporting the ceiling.
The exposed skin is full of char and spreads high temperature.
This "person's" face has no facial features and is completely black. There are two pairs of horns on the forehead that are curved backwards, like two scimitars, and are half a meter long.
A pair of exaggerated bat wings with a wingspan of at least eight meters grew from behind. At this moment, it was like a large cloak, tightly wrapped around the body and dragging on the ground.
‘Is this Miss Torina’s messenger? ! ’ Ji Lan’s complexion changed slightly.
Even if this messenger just stands quietly, it can give him an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.
call.
The charred messenger stretched out his long hand, a huge palm with eight fingers, spread it flat, and stopped in front of Gilan.
"I am not delivering a message..."
Gilan thought for a while, raised his head, and said to the other party.
"Huh?" The charred messenger seemed not to understand.
When Jilan saw this, he thought of something and said it again in Guhilu language.
This time, the messenger just nodded, seeming to understand.
"Miss Torina said, I can ask you for help... I will attend a dangerous dinner tomorrow. I wonder if you can help me?"
Gillen used fluent English Said Guhiru.
The hand of the charred messenger did not retract. It flexed its fingers, as if asking for something.
Ji Lan was startled, but quickly understood.
Messengers need reward...
Everything in the world must follow "equivalent exchange". Since he wants help, he needs to pay a price.
Jilan thought for a while, sat on the floor, and waved his hand.
Suddenly, various bottles, cans, banknotes, coins, firearms, bullets and other sundries were laid out in a row.
He gestured with his hand, letting the other party choose as he pleased.
"Well..."
The charred faceless messenger began to ponder.
It slowly stretched out its long hand and picked up a thin-necked, fat-bellied bottle from the pile of debris in front of Jilan.
There is a lot of dark green powder inside.
This is a complete bottle of "green powder".
Oops!
The messenger flicked his finger, and his razor-like nails instantly cut off the cork and even the mouth of the bottle.
It raised its head, and on its dark faceless face, there was a gaping hole, like a mouth.
Immediately, a whole bottle of "green gunpowder" was poured in.
boom! !
Jilan’s face was full of surprise.
He saw the body of the charred messenger suddenly trembled, and a dull loud sound came from the other party's body.
“Hiccup.” The messenger opened his mouth and burped.
A green flame shot out from its mouth several meters away. Fortunately, it shut up quickly and the flames disappeared, almost burning down the master bedroom.
"Hmm...Yeah."
The tall, thin and huge messenger nodded, seemingly satisfied.
Immediately afterwards, it took back its long hand, dug into its bat-winged cloak, and then handed it to Jilan.
Open your hand, and in the palm of your eight fingers, there is an obsidian piece the size of a fingernail.
In the center of the stone piece, there is a scarlet inverted six-pointed star engraved on it.
Ji Lan reached out and took it, and the colorful entry appeared:
"Evil Wind Curse Seal. Originating from hell, the power of the curse engraved by a powerful existence, once triggered, will release the 'evil wind' of hell, Sweeping the target, it has great power."
It must be by no means simple to be labeled as "great power" by "Bailan".
He took a deep breath and carefully put away the small obsidian pieces. He said to the messenger again: "Thank you."
The charred tall and thin figure gave a deep laugh, then turned around and prepared to return from the entrance of the black hole.
At this time, Gillan asked again:
"Mr. Messenger, what should I call you?"
The burnt black figure kept moving, slowly stepping into the cave entrance without turning his head. Returning to the ground, he uttered a hoarse voice in ancient Xilu language:
"Fenhou...Qiao."
(End of this chapter)