From Prisoner to Si Chen

Return to 32 Price Street.

After Old Charles dropped the young master and Miss Aurora off the bus, he said hello and drove back.

Ji Lan led Miss Sparrow upstairs, unlocked the door, and entered the room.

He was about to speak and let the other party have a good rest, but Miss Sparrow spoke to him first:

Mr. Snow Owl, I've thought about it...

She leaned her back against the wall and lowered her head.

I plan to go to the 'Our Lady's Monastery' in South Muse to live alone.

Our Lady's Monastery?

Ji Lan was startled, then frowned.

Miss Sparrow nodded and whispered:

No company would be willing to accept me like I am now, not to mention that I don't have many skills... and the convent recruits nuns. I can live a good life there and help others.

She seemed to be worried that Gilan would disagree, so she mustered up the courage to reach out, pick up one of Gilan's hands, and hold it in her palms with her own wrinkled hands.

Mr. Snow Owl, you have helped me enough...

Miss Sparrow smiled.

In my heart, I also secretly said:

And I don't want to drag you down anymore.

Under the veil, her smile looked a little ugly, but Gillan saw determination and pleading in those bright eyes that had never changed.

Ji Lan opened her mouth, and wanted to say that he had the ability to support her, but then he thought about it, this was not an insult to Miss Sparrow.

Perhaps it would only make her more sad.

There was a moment of silence.

Okay... Jilan took a deep breath. I'll send you there tomorrow.

Thanks.

Miss Sparrow breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, there was also an unspeakable sadness in my heart.

She lost everything except her only friend.

But her self-esteem did not allow her to stay by his side like a parasite and become a burden.

I...we are still good friends, right?

Miss Sparrow was a little unsure and asked Na Na.

Gilan raised his other hand and covered her little hand.

certainly.

Hehe. Miss Sparrow beamed with joy. Then when the time comes, you should come to the monastery to see me when you have time.

I will definitely do it. Jilan nodded solemnly.

She seemed to have let go of a big stone in her heart, and at this moment she turned into the lively and lovely sparrow she used to be. She pulled Gilan to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

Mr. Snow Owl, I will be healed under the light of the Holy Mother.

The sparrow's eyes are full of longing, and his eyes are shining.

Please rest assured that I will not miss my meditation practice. Sooner or later...sooner or later I will see my friends again. This is our agreement and we will never forget it.

Um.

Gillan smiled.

Boom...

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by thunder.

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It's night, already deep.

Miss Sparrow curled up on the bed in the second bedroom, wrapped in a quilt and unable to fall asleep.

Tears flowed silently, blending into the quiet night.

She tossed and turned for a long time without feeling sleepy. He simply bit his lip, sat up, crossed his hands behind his head, and assumed a torture posture.

Staring out the window.

The shadows of the trees danced, and the cicadas chirped in the moonlight.

The suppressed emotions inside were uncontrollable and surged like a black wave.

At this moment, she felt like a divine revelation, in perfect harmony with the Wooden Shackle Meditation Method.

After slowly closing his eyes, he was immersed in formal practice for the first time.

The sparrow finally entered the door.

In the master bedroom.

Gillan looked out the window as well.

But the violent wind, rain, lightning and thunder made everything seem to be on the verge of collapse.

I hate rain.

He sat on the edge of the bed and murmured.

His eyes slowly lowered.

The departure of the last friend, coupled with Miss Sparrow's humiliation experience at the manor, made Gillan's emotions fluctuate like waves in a storm.

He closed his eyes, sat, and fell asleep.

dark.

Endless darkness.

Under the night, only the island and the bonfire could provide him with warmth and stability.

But when Gilan came to his spiritual kingdom, he was shocked to find that the Cross Sword bonfire, which was originally half a person tall, only had a weak flame as high as his knees.

The three Mr. Storks were leaning against the campfire, huddled up and looking very weak. The outlines of their bodies were distorted and blurred, as if they were about to disappear.

Mr. Stork! Gillan stepped forward quickly. Mr. Oystercatcher, Miss Seagull!

Are you guys OK?!

Hearing his voice, Miss Seagull opened her eyes.

She stood up with difficulty and took Gillan's hand.

You came……

Miss Seagull forced a smile.

I don't know why, the bonfire suddenly fluctuated violently, and then the flame became smaller and smaller. We are all scared, because once the flame is completely extinguished, I'm afraid...

Will not!

Jilan quickly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Cross Sword in Fire.

He said in a deep voice:

Lordran Dolangureg Lothric!

As the name of the kingdom was called out, the flames of the bonfire became a little more intense.

But before Jilan could breathe a sigh of relief, the flames dimmed again, and the intensity of the fire was even smaller than before.

what happened……

Gilan murmured, looking anxious.

What exactly is going on?!

The two men were also awakened by the noise at this time.

Mr. Stork got up weakly and told him his guess:

Perhaps this bonfire will be affected by your mental state.

Ji Lan was startled.

He heard Mr. Stork sigh again.

There's something mentally wrong with you, Mr. Snow Owl.

My spirit...

Gillan slowly showed a painful expression.

He once again thought of his past life, the words of the psychiatrist, the medicine prescribed by him, and the endless depression and pain.

Jilan screamed.

He held his head, inserted his fingers into his hair, clenched it tightly, and squatted down.

Don't worry! I won't let the fire go out!

Ji Lan raised his eyes and looked at the three of them, gritting his teeth.

My thoughts were running rapidly at this moment, and I was trying my best to think of a solution.

Soon, he thought of the detailed description of the Road of the Fire Sword in The Secret Book of Branding Iron.

Yes, yes...

His eyes flashed.

As long as I advance to the second level of 'Foundation', the 'Kingdom' will have a foundation, and with the foundation, the brand can be stabilized... In this way, the flame will not go out, and you will all be saved!

Gilan has nothing to do about his mental state for the time being. All he can think of is to directly improve his original level on the Road of Fire Sword to solve the survival problem of his friends.

He did not allow the Crossed Sword bonfire to go out.

Otherwise, Mr. Stork and the other three will inevitably perish completely.

Everyone seemed to be unable to understand what Gilan was mumbling about the so-called kingdom and foundation. But they could tell that Gilan was working hard to find a solution.

I believe you can do it, Snowy Owl.

Miss Seagull looked pale and smiled.

But she soon showed a worried look and said:

But please don't be quick and easy, okay? We're all worried about you.

Yes! Mr. Snow Owl!

Mr. Oystercatcher gasped and stood up, showing a familiar hearty smile.

Actually, at the end of the day... we are already dead. It's no big deal. It's just another death, haha. It's a blessing to see you again. If you really can't help it, don't force yourself too much.

Perhaps everything is doomed.

The soul is not supposed to continue to exist in the world with memories and consciousness.

He smiled and shook his head.

Do your best, Mr. Snowy Owl.

Mr. Stork took off his hat, put it on his chest, and nodded to Gillan.

Little Sparrow only has you left. If something happens to you, she will collapse.