Chapter 505 Walking Alone
“What can I do for the teacher?”
Jilan took a deep breath and said solemnly.
Pala smiled happily and replied:
"Succeed in my place and wrap my body in my body."
"Teacher..."
Gilan suddenly felt a sore nose.
He immediately stood up, bent down to his teacher, and saluted solemnly.
“Students will live up to their expectations!”
“Okay.”
Parra laughed.
He was silent for a moment, and then said:
"I have always been the one to take care of you, but this time, it is your turn to take the responsibility for me..."
“My trip to the Owena Federation this time was a willful move, but it was also to realize my childhood dream, to break into the enemy’s base camp alone, turn it upside down, and hope to die.”
Pala laughed.
"But my most important sword, the Philosopher's Sword, cannot be lost, let alone be obtained by the Federation... The Head of State has his own arrangements, and it will eventually be left to my student, Gilan Iros."
< br>"Borrowing the creed of 'Director' Er Yue Sichen, 'inheritance' is also an art and the most precious wealth of mankind. I hope you can become a new arm of my king and the new successor to the empire after my death. The sword of the country!"
"Jilan!"
Pala said solemnly.
The tone is very solemn.
"Teacher, I'm here."
Jilan lowered his head, his purple eyes moist.
Pala stood up and silently pressed his shoulder.
"From now on, the safety of the empire will be left to you."
"Yes..."
Gillan hissed.
After Palla finished explaining her funeral affairs, she no longer lingered, turned around and walked out of the house with her cane.
The old man bent his back and said without looking back:
"Don't interfere with this journey."
"I will leave the empire overnight and go on the road alone. ”
"May the dream of a prosperous age finally come true..."
The teacher's voice gradually faded away.
Jilan raised his head, and in his blurred vision, he saw the aging back disappearing into the night.
…
…
After Parra left.
Gilan did not feel sleepy at all.
He recalled every moment of getting along with his teacher, and couldn't help but feel sad.
Although he has not been a student of Pala for a long time, Gilan has learned a lot from his teacher. To have the strength and knowledge I have today, I cannot do without Parra's undisclosed teachings.
The other party is kind to him.
Gillan took it to heart.
He changed his clothes and drove to Sifang Palace. As a student, it was difficult for Gilan to do nothing and watch his teacher die.
So Gillan plans to find the head of state Caesar to see if he can be of any help.
It is very hot tonight, there are few pedestrians on the road, and it is lonely. The silver car passed through the night streets and finally entered the Sifang Palace.
After Gilan got out of the car, the two female guards at the door saluted him. They seemed to have received the instructions and immediately said to him:
"Sir Jilan, the head of state is waiting for you in the courtyard."
Gilan was startled.
Immediately, he nodded.
"Okay, I understand."
Gilan quickly climbed up the stairs, walked into the porch, and went straight to the deepest courtyard.
When he came to the courtyard, he found the red-haired young man standing under the huge tree with his hands behind his back.
"Your Majesty the Head of State."
Gilan stepped forward and bowed.
"Teacher Pala, he..."
"Well, I know everything."
Caesar turned around and whispered to Gilan.
“This is his choice. As the head of state and even as the head of the Knights, I will pay the highest respect to Parra and respect his choice.”
"At the same time, I also hope that you respect your teacher's choice."
"Master Head of State."
Gilan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Then do nothing but watch the teacher go to the Federation to die?"
"No." Caesar shook his head. "Of course it's not that we do nothing. After all, Parra fought with me for three hundred years and devoted his life to the Knights and the Empire..."
"The alter egos of Karl and Adams will follow Parra secretly all the way. Pull, witness his feats and even his sacrifice... In the end, his body and sword will be returned to the empire, and I will bury him myself."
Gilan frowned after hearing the words of the head of state.
At the same time, I am also a little confused.
In his impression, Caesar, no, the "Crippled King" William Gerard was a charismatic king who should not just be a spectator.
“Do you think I am unkind?”
Caesar seemed to have guessed what Gilan was thinking and said.
“…”
Gilan fell into silence.
Caesar shook his head.
“I know you must think so.”
“Jilan, you don’t really understand your teacher, and at the same time, you don’t understand us either.”
"Every member of the 'Healing Knights' is fighting for that lofty and lofty ideal. We respect each other and help each other... Of course I can send Carl and Adams, or even more Ascended Ones, to help Pa La, then?"
"They won't succeed."
"In the end, there will definitely be heavy casualties, which will result in a vacancy in our combat power, handing over the opportunity for a fatal blow to the Federation, and digging its own grave."
Caesar told Gillan softly.
“Para did not choose to sleep peacefully amidst the flowers and praises of the people of the empire at the last moment of her life. Instead, she went to the Federation alone to burn her last light and strive for greater advantages for us. "
"This is his dream, the moment he most longs for and longs for before dying. ""What he hopes most is that we, as companions, can understand him, and that you, as a student, can understand him. Understand him... instead of rashly getting involved in the name of 'help'."
"I can't let Pala down."
Caesar's calm eyes met Gillan's.
"You are not allowed to disappoint him."
"I understand, Mr. Head of State."
Although Gillan was sad, he finally learned from Caesar. , understood the purpose of the teacher's trip.
Parra's final journey was not to seek death.
But a pilgrimage.
By self-destruction, he swore an oath to the Knights, pledged allegiance to the "Remnant King", and moved forward towards his dream.
“You can stay here, Gilan.”
Caesar said.
"Join me to witness your teacher's feats and see how the 'White Wand Knight' of the 'Healing Knights' made the enemy lose their armor in their last charge."
"Let the world know Remember, Paracelsus is not just a medic or an alchemist."
"He is also a heroic knight."
"A hero. "
Hearing this, Jilan was in awe.
He saluted the head of state and said:
"Yes, my lord, the head of state. I will witness the teacher's heroic appearance and his last charge into battle!"
"Very good."
Caesar nodded.
After saying that, he raised a hand.
A small black hole appeared in the palm of his hand, and cracks spread radially outward.
A cuckoo bird came out of it, with a large piece of black feathers.
Feathers are flying all over the sky.
A projection of twinkling stars slowly emerged.
Jilan was startled.
He saw an old man.
A white-haired old man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a cane, was strolling through the bustling city, inconspicuously passing through the crowd.
By some unknown means, Pala had arrived at the Owena Federation in less than an hour.
"Where is... the federal capital 'Jacobin'?"
Gilan said in surprise.
"That's right." Caesar nodded. "The first destination of Parra's trip is the 'Broad Hall' of the federal capital 'Jacobin', where the highest-level meeting will be held early tomorrow morning."
"But... even if he kills It’s not a big deal for Owena to become the main seat representative of the federation.”
Gilan frowned.
Caesar chuckled.
“This is just an appetizer. Only by killing more people can we attract important characters.”
He said with a deep look in his eyes.
"Pala's time is limited, it is impossible to find them one by one, so we simply lure them out and catch them all."
"He is determined to die, so he is naturally fearless."
Hearing this, Jilan held his breath and stared at the scene in mid-air.
I saw Pararu, an ordinary old man, walking slowly through the streets, and came to a square in the brilliant neon lights.
Here, stands a huge square building.
It is like a coffin like a hill.
Twelve giant stone pillars support the outer porch. There is a long stone step in the spacious square that leads directly to the "Bai Lao Assembly Hall".
Pala sat by the fountain in the square and waited quietly.
"Jacobin", the capital of the Owena Federation, is far more prosperous and lively than other cities. It can be called the city that never sleeps.
Even at night and early morning, it is still lively.
People come and go in the square, and men and women dressed in alternative and avant-garde clothes can be seen everywhere. There was constant talk, laughter, noise and noise.
Gilan has been standing beside the head of state.
Unconsciously it was dawn.
Finally.
The old man in the picture stood up.
Wearing a white cane, he climbed the stairs together with many celebrities in suits and ties and entered the "Bai Lao Town Hall".
The security guards responsible for checking identities did not take any precautions against Parra and allowed her to walk in.
It seems that Parra is just one of the "five hundred seats" who came to the meeting together.
The Federal General Assembly is similar to the Imperial House of Lords.
Here are gathered the top family representatives and big figures in Owena Federal society. They come from various states and are in charge of all aspects of federal policy, order and operation.
Among them, headed by the twelve chairpersons, supplemented by five hundred seats.
Federal time, eight o'clock in the morning.
A man in his fifties stood on the high platform and spoke the opening remarks as usual.
Behind him, twelve seats were arranged in an arc.
Sitting on it were twelve elderly men and women, dressed luxuriously, with solemn and dignified faces.
The five hundred leather sofas under the stage were all packed.
But this is it.
Bang! !
A loud noise.
Like an earthquake, the entire auditorium trembled.
The big shots present were all shocked.
The host on the high platform was smashed into pieces by a huge stone sword that fell from the sky!
The stone sword was about twenty meters long and several meters wide. Like a high wall, it penetrated the top of the Great Hall and smashed the high platform to pieces.
The stone sword was engraved with names.
If you look closely, you will find that these names are all innocent people who died in the bombing of Braque and Bosvia.
“Ah!!”
In the auditorium, the screams of terror suddenly came to mind.
All the big shots in the General Council fell into panic!
(End of this chapter)