Chapter 515 Layout
“You are right, Ms. Cross.”
Gilan was silent for a few seconds and nodded.
He actually knew that this was inevitable. From the moment he traveled through time, he was destined to be the enemy of Art San Sichen.
Just because of his identity, he is a time traveler.
If Gillan was willing to be an ordinary person, it would be very possible to avoid all this.
But how could he be willing to be an ordinary person!
"It should be said... the 'director' may have seen all this clearly, so he prepared in advance and told me the truth in advance to avoid following his old path."
"Yes, Mr. Gillan."
Cross sighed.
The scene fell into silence.
Gilan suddenly thought of something again and asked:
"But I have a question. Since the 'director' has died, why can you, as the February Apostles, still be able to use his Law?”
“Actually, we don’t know very well.”
Klose said bluntly.
"Hera and David and I have speculated that perhaps it is because the 'director's' law is a 'recording law', so it is still effective even if he perishes."
"We also asked A Sir. Although he is also the February Apostle, he is another personality of the 'director' and knows many secrets... But Mr. A said nothing, indicating that only Mr. Gillan understands why."
" I’m the only one who understands why?”
Jilan was startled.
He suddenly understood.
A secret that only I, who is also a time traveler and possesses special power, can understand -
"Pilan"!
This is the power of "director", which is very similar to "beautiful", but has the opposite function.
Gilan's "beautiful" is the corruption of mystery and matter, turning it into its own nourishment, while Clark's "Pilan" is imprinted with mystery and matter, making it eternal.
This is the reason why the February apostles did not lose their crowns with the fall of the "director".
They can still use the "Law of Recording".
After thinking about this, Jilan couldn't help but have new questions.
After the death of the "director", where did his "Pilan" go?
Did he disappear with him?
If it doesn’t disappear, can you find it?
"Ms. Cross, so the 'director' asked you to help me become the new god of February, and then hunt down the artistic third Sichen?"
Jilan raised his head and asked.
“No.” Cross shook her head. "Mr. Jilan, you can't become February Sichen."
Hearing this, Jilan frowned.
Kloss explained:
"Although we really hope that you can become February Sichen, I'm afraid you can't do it... We can't even do it."
"February is Pisces, which symbolizes dreamers, observation and imagination. It also symbolizes innovation. ”
“The Three Arts are always paying attention to February. Not only will they try to prevent you from becoming February, they will also prevent anyone from trying to pass the 'Path of the Fire Sword'. "Become a god this month."
"You mean, I can't become a god?"
Jilan frowned.
"But if you don't become Si Chen, how can you fight them? Isn't this a dead end?"
"Mr. Jilan, the 'director' left a reminder."
< br>Klose said, taking out a video tape.
Then he handed it to Ji Lan.
After Jilan took it, he lowered his head and looked surprised.
This video tape clearly says:
"The Encounter between Leap Moon Sichen and the Four Apostles"
"This is what we said based on the 'director' when you escaped from the bombing of Brak City. It was shot and recorded secretly by order."
Kloss explained.
"Leap month?" Jilan murmured. "But there is no so-called 'leap month' in this world."
"Yes." Cross nodded, then hesitated and said: "We don't know what a 'leap month' is. Maybe you can get the answer from "Curtain Call #1"."
"' The director said that everything will be clear when Mr. Gillan watches the complete "Curtain Call".
He suddenly raised his eyes and said to Cross:
"I plan to go to the Owena Federation. I wonder if you can help me secretly?"
"What does Mr. Gillan need from us?"
Close's Blue He answered with curiosity in his eyes.
Jilan thought and fell into silence.
He reached out to pick up the teapot, silently filled the tea for Ms. Cross, and poured himself another cup.
Ji Lan picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then said:
"With my current strength, I am not qualified to fight with the Three Arts Masters... But I can cut off their power and wings that they put into the world. "
"I plan to hunt down the alter ego of 'Colonel Blood' Hellman, as well as the secret society that believes in Art San Sichen... But the Federation will inevitably send out strong men to encircle and suppress me. Among them, Art The alter egos of San Sichen's apostles and ascendants are most likely to show up."
"I need you to observe in secret and help me kill them at the right time."
"Huh?" Cross looked surprised.
She seemed not to have expected that the young man in front of her would be so bold. It seems that he plans to imitate the feats of his teacher "White Sage" Paracelsus and go to the Federation to cause trouble.
But Jilan cannot possibly have the idea of perishing together, so he must have something to rely on, so he is fearless.
"Is Mr. Gillan sure?"
Cross pondered and asked.
“You are going to the Federation alone. There is a dragon’s pond and a tiger’s den there, and there are so many strong people... If you are not careful, you may not be able to come back.”
"If Speaker Leonidas takes action personally, Caesar may not be able to save you in time."
"Don't worry, madam."
Gilan chuckled. "Of course I'm sure."
As he spoke, his purple eyes gradually deepened in color, until his eyes were completely filled with deep purple-red, which was breathtaking.
On top of his head, a broken and illusory crown slowly emerged, burning with green flames.
An extremely terrifying aura emanated from him, causing the entire apartment and even the surrounding buildings to tremble slightly.
A buzzing, trembling noise sounded in the air.
Boom! !
Rumbles of thunder were heard even from high in the sky.
Cross was suddenly shocked.
She stood up from the sofa with a swish.
Looked at the young man in front of him with disbelief.
At this moment, the other party actually gave her a sense of oppression, as if she was facing Si Chen directly!
Kloss has a strong intuition. If the two of them fight, she has no chance of winning!
"No wonder Mr. Gillan is so confident and dares to go to the Owena Federation alone to hunt the strong men of the other side."
Cross said solemnly.
Jilan didn’t speak, but had a smile on his face.
His eyes gradually returned to their original appearance, and the crown disappeared. The surrounding environment has become the same as before.
"In that case, I promise you."
Cross thought for a moment and said.
"As long as it can weaken the power of Art San Sichen, we February Apostles are willing to help you."
"Thank you." Ji Lan smiled and thanked.
…
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July 7th.
The "Bertolet Orphanage" in South Muse has completed a simple renovation project, and a celebration was held in the hospital.
There are four brand new large dining tables in the courtyard, covered with white tablecloths with cartoon patterns. Desserts and snacks made by the caregivers and cooks are filled with the tables. Many children are sitting there. Savor with joy.
Old Dean Myrcella sat on a chair nearby, watching this scene with a smile on her wrinkled face.
She and the nurse just played games with the children.
Although she was just playing simply, Myrcella was already old and her body was not as good as before. She was sweating profusely and panting.
But as soon as she saw the bright smiles on the children's faces, she felt relieved and satisfied.
These are all thanks to the funding of Mr. Bertolet.
But he died for the country not long ago...
The radio and newspapers publicized this incident, and it was through these that Myrcella learned that Beto Mr. Lay's real name was Pala Celsus.
Many of his identities belong to the highest level in the empire, and he is a big figure that Myrcella needs to look up to.
Thinking of this, Myrcella was stunned.
Mr. Bertolet had promised her that he would hold a celebration at the orphanage and come see the children again.
Obviously, he is going to miss the date.
"Abbot Myrcella."
At this time, a middle-aged female caregiver came forward and called softly.
"Huh?" The old dean came to his senses in a daze and raised his eyes. "Ms. Marty, what's wrong?"
"A customer is here..."
The female nurse looked nervous and pointed to the door.
Dean Myrcella turned around and saw that a young man with purple eyes wearing high-end clothing and a windbreaker was standing at the gate of the courtyard, holding a white cane.
She was stunned.
Of course she recognizes the appearance of this young man.
It is the youngest foreign minister of the empire, Mr. Guillen Iros.
The old dean stood up quickly and stepped forward to greet him.
"Dear Lord Jilan, you...why are you here?"
Myrcella was also quite nervous. She made a cross salute to the young man and asked in confusion.
What she didn’t expect was that the other person returned the gift by stroking his chest, without any arrogance or airs, and said softly:
“I’ll come here to take a look on behalf of the teacher.”
"He left a handwritten letter, in which he mentioned that he promised Dean Myrcella that he would come to the orphanage to see the children again on the day of the celebration... The teacher never fails to make an appointment, but now I can only take his place. He was stunned.”
“That’s it.” The dean was stunned, and his eyes turned red. "Thank you for coming here for Mr. Bertolet..."
Gilan comforted Myrcella, then turned to look at the group of children.
The boys and girls, who were holding desserts in their hands and with cake crumbs and cream still left in the corners of their mouths, also looked at him with curious eyes.
Gilan also noticed that there were not many caregivers in the orphanage, only three or four, and they were all elderly women.
"Today is a happy day, shall I play with the children for the teacher?"
He turned his head and asked Myrcella for advice.
Hearing this, the old dean was shocked at first and said quickly:
"Is this...is this really okay?"
"Is there anything that's not okay?"
Gillan smiled.
He strode towards the group of timid children, and then said:
"I am a student of Mr. Bertolet. Would you like to do some more activities and play games... um, like the 'Cane Contest'? Or 'Arrow Crossing the River'?"
The children were a little hesitant. , glanced at the old dean.
Myrcella and the caregivers smiled encouragingly in return.
"Okay!"
The children said.
(End of this chapter)