Chapter 349: In my arms
This night.
Jilan packed and packed some personal belongings in the rental apartment.
In addition to the clothes in the two large suitcases, there are some occult artifacts, mainly alchemy and pharmaceutical utensils.
These things are not valuable, but Jilan doesn’t want to just throw them away.
Because there were a lot of trivial items such as bottles and cans, and most of them were fragile, he planned to wait until tomorrow for the people responsible for helping to handle them.
As for that projector, it is a prohibited item in the empire and should not be seen. Gillan was wrapped in a piece of black cloth and sealed in a large cardboard box.
Unless the moving personnel are crazy, they will take it apart and check it without authorization.
Although with Jilan's current status, even if he is discovered, he will not be punished, he still has to do superficial things. He has just taken office and does not want to get into trouble.
After doing this, Jilan took a bath.
He was wearing a loose black nightgown, with half-wet blond hair falling on his shoulders. He looked like he had a noble and lazy temperament.
Gilan sat at the table and flipped through some occult books he had acquired in the past.
Suddenly, he somehow remembered the bottle of windmill cat blood that the head of state Caesar gave him at the dinner, and the last words he said...
Wish him good luck tonight A sweet dream?
This sentence seems nothing special at first glance, just like an elder’s casual concern.
But the problem is that the person who said this is the head of state, who symbolizes the "remnant king" of December Sichen, the other self left in the world.
Jilan felt that He would not talk like this for no reason, and there should be some deep meaning hidden in it.
'Are you dreaming...'
He secretly thought.
Click.
Ji Lan raised his hand to turn off the desk lamp, closed the book, got up, walked to the bed and lay down.
Then he closed his eyes.
As his consciousness gradually sank, Gilan's spiritual body descended into his own spiritual kingdom.
There is no meeting scheduled tonight, and the seats on the five spiral stone pillars are empty except for the Mad King who is still sitting upright like a sculpture.
Gilan stood beside the blazing Cross Sword bonfire, lost in thought.
‘The head of state delivered the blood of the Windmill Cat to me, but did not explain its use. He only told me that someone needed it... Who is this person? ’
Soon, he thought of someone.
Torina Gerald.
Aside from the daughter of the "Crippled King", Gilan really couldn't think of anyone else who could make the head of state so attracted to her.
‘The Führer... did he know that I had contact with Miss Torina? ’
Ji Lan couldn't help but feel a little thump in her heart.
My state of mind at this moment was as if Huang Mao, who had a private relationship with a famous lady, was caught by his majestic father-in-law. There was an inexplicable horror.
But fortunately, Jilan adjusted his mentality instantly.
The relationship between him and Miss Torina is just an ordinary friend, and there is nothing transcendent.
I haven’t done anything wrong, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Otherwise, the head of state would not have given him the blood of the Windmill Cat with such trust...
Gilan slowly took out the horn "letter comb".
Then, spur it on.
Whoosh——
The familiar feeling of spinning around followed, and Jilan felt a strong suction pulling him, pulling his spiritual body somewhere.
The next moment.
Gilan regained his sight and found that he was once again on the huge island, standing at the gate of Castle Black.
Crack.
He stepped forward, walked into the door, and climbed the old stone steps.
On both sides of the steps, unknown flowers exude a charming fragrance, filling the quiet environment with a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.
Gilan arrived at the platform on the stone steps. The place seemed empty and lacked life.
He did not stop, walked straight through the open space and entered the main hall of Castle Black.
Same as last time, Miss Tolina did not come out to greet or say hello as usual.
Jilan searched in the main building to no avail, so he went up to the top attic again.
But inside the golden railings, the four-poster bed placed in the center was empty, and Miss Tolina was not seen.
He stood outside the guardrail and remembered what the other party said last time. Miss Tolina once told him that because she was too tired, she might sleep for a while...
Not being able to see the girl during this trip, Gilan couldn't help but look disappointed.
He has very few friends, and Miss Torina is one of them, and she is a very special one.
Perhaps it is because the two parties have similar circumstances and feel sympathy for each other, or the other party has helped him more than once, making him feel grateful.
This makes Gillan very close to Torina.
‘Forget it, let’s check it out next time. ’
Jilan sighed secretly, turned around and went downstairs.
But as soon as he returned to the spacious and empty hall, he suddenly heard the sound of unhurried footsteps.
On the white candles scattered all around, the candlelight began to sway and fluctuate. There seemed to be an invisible air current flowing through the hall.
He turned around and saw a tall figure walking from the shadows.
The man gradually walked into the firelight, revealing a dark, restrained and mysterious priest's robe. He was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with irregular scorch marks all over the edge of the hat. He was also holding a large book covered with black tape in his hand, and his body was covered in black smoke.
"Mr. Jorah Chox?"
Gilan recognized the person who was Miss Tolina's guard and the steward of Castle Black.
Jorah stood in front of him, with a pair of cold eyes under his wide-brimmed hat, looking at Gilan with scrutiny.
"Mr. Guillain Iros, according to the wishes of the lady, I have killed the 'Christmas Demon' Krampus, and he will not trouble you again..."
"Huh?!" Ji Lan was startled.
Krampus is dead...
Killed by Butler Jorah? !
That was the alter ego of "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon, an existence with peak level 6 combat power. Just like that... dead? !
Gilan still clearly remembers that it was precisely because he mentioned what happened on Christmas Eve to Miss Torina that she asked Butler Jorah to help him solve this problem.
'I didn't expect Butler Jorah to be so strong... No, it should be said that as the daughter of the "Crippled King" and "Ms. Snow", Miss Tolina's bodyguard is really too fierce. ’
He thought to himself.
Immediately, Jilan said in a deep voice:
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Jorah.”
“No need to thank me.” Jorah said indifferently. "You have to thank Miss. If she doesn't speak, I won't take action... Your life or death has nothing to do with me."
"That's right." Gillan smiled. "But I didn't see Miss Torina when I came here this time. Do you know where she went? I want to thank her in person."
Jorah did not speak.
He looked at Gillan quietly for a few seconds, but then talked about other topics:
"Miss's life is full of suffering, Mr. Gillan."
"Well ?" Jilan raised his brows with a look of confusion in his eyes.
Jorah ignored him and continued to talk to himself:
"As soon as the young lady was born, she was in darkness and had never seen the outside world... She had lived a lonely, closed and cold life since she was a child. She doesn’t understand the complex human nature of the world, but she has to endure pain from the dark side of human nature and hellish torture every day and every night.”
“Even so, she always maintains a tolerant and kind heart. , a compassionate heart.”
“I can see that your appearance has changed the lady... She has become more lively than before, she has become more looking forward to life, and she has become more smiley. . ”
“My lady never hummed songs while watering the flowers, never pushed her wheelchair alone to the clock tower, never asked me how long the time had passed, and never asked me to go to the Temple of God. I’m looking for those meaningless tea seeds, and I won’t let me take action...to hunt down other apostles!”
As Jorah spoke, his tone became increasingly cold, even containing warning and a hint of anger.
"It's you, Mr. Guillain Iros. You gave the lady hope and unrealistic expectations... But I know very well that only when there is hope, there will be disappointment."< br>
“I don’t want to see the day when the lady is sad because of disappointment, do you understand what I mean?”
Gilan’s eyes narrowed.
He lowered his eyes and said calmly:
"Mr. Jorah, do you think that I am deceiving Miss Torina?"
"Isn't it considered cheating to make a promise that you can't do?"
Jorah said lightly. .
“Why do you, a fourth-level Kuze, think you have the ability to bring the lady to the outside world?”
“You don’t understand the meaning of the Black Castle at all, and you don’t know what the purpose of the lady is. She will be trapped here. The hope you gave her is just a dream that you weave casually, a lie that does not bear any responsibility."
"Your behavior makes me feel disgusted!"
Gilan nodded without making any rebuttal.
After being silent for a few seconds, he said:
"You are right, Mr. Jorah. I really do not have the strength or confidence to fulfill my promise now..."
Jilan raised his eyes and looked directly at the other party.
He said in a calm tone:
“But if I can’t do it now, it doesn’t mean that I can’t do it in the future... Since I made a promise, I will do my best to fulfill it.”
“ Being unable to do it and not doing it are two different things. Do you want Miss Tolina to be trapped in this never-ending darkness?"
"If you can't get her out of trouble? , then please don’t stop me from trying to save her.”
“…”
Jorah Chox's breath hitched.
A long while.
"I hope the result is as you said."
He said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
After saying that, Jorah turned around and walked towards the darkness, not forgetting to add:
"Come with me, the lady is under the castle." Jilan raised his brows and immediately followed.
The two of them walked through the side door of Castle Black's hall and entered a narrow corridor.
At the end of the corridor, there is a round arched iron door.
Jorah opened the door and led Gilan in.
The stone stairs spiral downward, and iron basket torches are hung on the wall, lengthening and swaying the shadows of the two people.
Neither of them spoke.
On the quiet stairs there is only the sound of footsteps.
After walking downward like this for twenty minutes, Jilan found himself in a dark cave where he could not see his fingers.
This cave is quite large, because the subtle sound is directly swallowed by the depth further away.
There is only a cantilevered passage less than five meters wide in front, with black iron pillar-shaped torches standing on both sides.
Gilan continued to follow Jorah.
This walk lasted nearly half an hour.
Until we arrived at a spacious circular platform. The ground here is made of uneven, pitted obsidian.
In the center of the platform, there stands a black iron coffin more than three meters high, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Its surface is covered with complex and mysterious patterns.
The iron coffin is erected, with a relief sculpture of a nun closing her eyes on the front, holding a scepter lightly in her hand.
For some reason, the iron coffin was surrounded by darkness, which could not be dispelled even by the light of torches.
And the entire surface of the iron coffin was covered with a thick layer of frost, making it extremely cold. Even before he got close, Gilan felt a biting coldness, as if his consciousness was about to be frozen.
"The lady is sleeping inside."
Jorah stopped in front of the black coffin and whispered.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a glass vial from his arms, which contained dark red blood.
Bo.
Jorah pulled the cork off the bottle, and then poured blood on the surface of the black coffin, making a splash.
I saw that the surrounding darkness faded slightly, and the frost also showed signs of melting, but the effect was not obvious.
“This is the blood of Krampus, which can slightly relieve the pain of the young lady...”
Jorah said solemnly.
Hearing this, Jilan was startled.
Soon, he thought of something and silently took out a small glass bottle.
"Huh?" Jorah's gaze was instantly fixed on the glass bottle in Gillan's hand, and his eyes were focused. "This is..."
"The blood of 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon."
Gillan said calmly.
Ignoring Jorah's surprised look, he strode forward, uncorked the bottle, imitated his actions, and sprinkled the golden blood in the bottle onto the surface of the black coffin.
Crash...
In an instant.
The darkness around the black coffin faded instantly, and the frost on the surface melted, and the effect was obviously better.
"It's actually true!" Jorah's tone was filled with disbelief and excitement. "How come you have the blood of 'Windmill Cat'?!"
Gilan did not answer.
But he raised his head and stared at the black coffin.
Next second.
Creak——
The cover of the black coffin slowly opened.
A slender and weak figure was lying quietly inside. His black hair was scattered around his shoulders, his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes were slightly trembling.
With her exquisite facial features, she is clearly Torina.
The girl placed her hands on her chest, clutching a stone cross ornament, which was the "Dawn Cross" as a token given to her by Gillan.
It seems that this token gave Torina warmth and light during her most painful and difficult stage.
The girl's originally slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
She slowly opened her eyes.
Those dark eyes reflected the face of a blond young man through the firelight.
"Mr. Gillan...?"
Tolina opened her mouth slightly and made a weak voice, but her tone was full of surprise and surprise.
But soon, she seemed to understand something.
“Thank you.”
Torina said softly.
Her body suddenly leaned forward and fell out of the black coffin.
Wow.
Ji Lan quickly stepped forward and held him in his arms.
Tolina's head rested against his chest, looking a little uncomfortable. A blush slowly appeared on her originally sickly pale cheeks.
But she did not have any resistance.
Just lying quietly in the young man's arms, like a well-behaved cat.
Gilan knew that Miss Torina had no legs and could not stand, so he simply lifted her up in a princess hug.
"I'll take you up."
Gilan said softly.
"Yeah." Torina's voice was still weak. "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Gillan."
When the black-robed priest Jorah saw this, he immediately raised his hand and spread his fingers. The billowing black smoke came out and was about to condense into a wheelchair——
Wow!
But just as the black smoke formed the shape of a wheelchair, it was dispersed by an invisible force.
Jorah looked startled.
He quickly looked up.
I saw Miss Torina leaning on the shoulder of the blond young man, staring at him quietly, with a slightly stern look in her eyes.
Jorah Chox had never seen this look before.
He was left stunned on the spot, a little at a loss.
Gilan has already hugged Miss Tolina and walked away.
"...Miss Torina, why is the blood of the 'Windmill Cat' useful to you?"
Gilan expressed his confusion.
The girl in his arms did not hide anything, and slowly explained:
"Actually...the injuries on my body are caused by the 'King of Brimstone'. And Pal Solomon is the messenger of the 'King of Brimstone' and contains the important power of the evil god, so his blood can relieve my injuries. "
"That's it." Ji Lan nodded.
His eyes fell on the girl's legs, and the empty skirt swayed gently as he walked.
“Your legs, are they also...?”
“It doesn’t count.”
Torina shook her head slightly.
“My legs are natural, but there is also a reason for the 'Sulfur Male'... But if I can use the 'Crown' of 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon as a bargaining chip, according to the 'equivalent exchange' In principle, it can theoretically complement my legs."
"'Crown'?" Gillan was a little confused.
“That is the exclusive product of each apostle, and it is also the evidence that they can borrow the law of truth.”
Tolina explained.
Gilan nodded, looking thoughtful.
After a while.
He carried Miss Torina back to the surface and went to the tea room on the second floor of Castle Black.
After a while, Mr. Jorah, who was the steward of the castle, arrived belatedly and brought a wheelchair.
After Miss Torina sat down, he left in a hurry, as if there was something urgent.
"Mr. Gillan, I feel much better."
The girl pushed the wheelchair and smiled at him.
"Do you want to drink some scented tea? I'll make it for you."
"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Tolina."
Gilan nodded. .
"Just the 'Xia Fei' scented tea from last time."
"Yes, no problem."
Tolina was in a good mood and pushed her wheelchair to the corner of the room to tinker.
After a while, the tea room was filled with a rich sweet aroma.
The two drank scented tea and chatted.
Gilan told the girl about recent events, and the girl listened with her chin up as usual, smiling or asking questions from time to time.
Talina frowned when talking about the trip to Blood Harbor and the final explosion that night, as if she had taken it in and was worried about Gilan's situation at that time.
After hearing that he had served as the executive minister of foreign affairs of the empire, the girl laughed again and clapped frequently.
Even if she has no idea what the Ministry of Foreign Affairs does, what is the position of the executive minister.
But that doesn't stop her from being happy for the other person.
(Volume 3·Flagbearer·End)
(End of this chapter)