A vast white world.
Everything is dead silent.
Gilan walked among them, looking blank.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from ahead. Unhurried and equally confused footsteps.
In the white fog, three figures slowly emerged, two men and one woman.
One of them is wearing a black coat and top hat, carrying a cane; one is a white shirt and leather vest, with his hands in his pockets; one is wearing a lavender dress with a small waistcoat, and dangling earrings.
"Mr. Stork..."
Gilan was startled.
"And Mr. Oystercatcher, Miss Seagull?"
He looked happy and stepped forward quickly.
But no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get even close to him.
Gilan turned his head and looked to the left direction where the three of them were going. Over there, countless bombers were passing by, and shells were falling like rain, making a roaring sound.
The crackling sounds of gunfire were heard constantly, and flames flickered in the fog.
"Don't go!"
Gilan looked tense and shouted quickly.
The three of them turned a deaf ear and walked forward on their own.
"Don't go!!"
Gilan shouted.
His voice echoed in the mist for a long time.
The distance between the two sides is getting farther and farther.
Until the Mr. Stork three slowly walked away and disappeared into the vast fog.
Gilan couldn't help but stop where he was, his breathing stagnant.
He felt out of breath.
The next second.
"Hoo!!" He opened his eyes suddenly and took a big breath. "Hush, huff..."
The patter of rain.
Crackling.
The heavy rain outside the window was like a hail of bullets, and the strong wind slapped the window frame, making noise. Gilan slowly sat up, and then he was shocked to realize that his forehead, chest and back were soaked with cold sweat.
In the small and humid hotel room, there was only one Gas Lamp hanging on the wall. The beautiful flower-shaped lampshade was blackened by smoke, and a faint light emitted from it.
"It's been raining for three days and it hasn't stopped yet."
Gilan Turned his head to look at the rainy night outside the window, and with a Whisperer sound of disgust, he got up from the shabby sofa.
After using the hemostatic agent and the self-healing ability of the "blood" in the third stage of physical training, his injuries were already healed within three days.
He got up from the sofa, walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down gently.
Miss Sparrow was lying on her side on the bed, curled up and covered with a thin quilt. She changed into clean light yellow pajamas. The injuries on her body had almost healed under the effects of Bitter Throat Medicine and Magic Potion Gauze.
It's just that she lost her silky blond hair, her head was bald, her face was disfigured, and her fair skin became wrinkled and twisted with burn scars.
With the faint light, Gilan saw that Miss Sparrow had her eyes closed tightly, tears were flowing out uncontrollably, leaving a large wet mark on the pillow.
"Miss Sparrow, are you okay?"
He said softly.
Miss Sparrow Hearing the sound, his eyelids couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She quickly pulled up the thin quilt to cover her face, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the quilt:
"Xue...Mr. Snowy Owl, aren't you asleep yet?"
"I fell asleep and woke up again in the middle of the night."
"..."
The two fell into a brief silence.
After a long while, a trill sounded from under the quilt:
"Dad...Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher, and Miss Seagull... are they really, really gone?"
Gilan lowered his eyes, and after a while, he said in a deep voice:
"Ovena Federation's army raided Black City, but I didn't see Mr. Fuz. Maybe he is still alive."
"Woooo..."
Uncontrollable crying came from under the quilt.
Hearing Gilan's words, Miss Sparrow didn't know that this was just comfort.
She has lost everything.
Relatives, friends, wealth, identity and appearance.
Now, she is just an ugly and useless monster.
"I will find a way to restore your original appearance and voice, Miss Sparrow."
Gilan took a deep breath and said softly.
"The mysterious realm has unpredictable power and means. This is not difficult."
He then added:
"It must be possible."
Half a moment.
A hoarse sound of sobbing came from under the quilt:
"Thank you, Mr. Snowy Owl."
Gilan's throat was blocked, he glanced out the window again and said:
"It's raining heavily these days and it's a bit cold. Please make sure to wear more clothes. The few sets of clothes I bought for you are placed in the suitcase beside the bed. If they don't fit, just tell me and I'll change them for you."
Hearing this, Miss Sparrow felt warm in his heart.
But listening to the silence outside the window, with only the chirping of cicadas, she felt worried again.
This is not the first time Mr. Snowy Owl has mentioned rain.
But it has been sunny these past few days, and it has never rained at all.
The sadness in her heart suddenly turned into worry about Mr. Snowy Owl.
Perhaps, the deaths of his friends also affected him and caused problems in his mental state.
Miss Sparrow felt so sad that he couldn't help but hide under the quilt and ask:
"Mr. Snowy Owl, don't you dislike me as an ugly and useless burden?"
"You are not ugly, nor are you a burden."
The young man's voice came.
"Your beauty comes more from the depths of your soul, the beauty of your soul. You won't stop being you just because you lose your appearance, Aurora."
"You will still be the cute and kind Sparrow."
Miss Sparrow felt his nose sore after hearing his words.
Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.
After a while, she slowly pulled down the thin quilt and mustered up the courage to reveal her ugly appearance.
"I... can I still hug you?" she said.
Gilan didn't show any emotion at all, he just silently came up to her and gave her a hug.
Miss Sparrow's heart was immediately comforted.
She took a deep breath and carefully stroked the blond young man's back with her wrinkled little hands. Immediately, she tried to control her voice, softer and slower, to make it less hoarse and unpleasant:
"Mr. Snowy Owl, I hope you won't be sad anymore. Mr. Stork are good people. They will go to Omer's paradise and live happily in that pure land."
"Yeah." Gilan said. "I believe this."
He removed Miss Sparrow from his arms, supported the other person's back, and placed him gently on the bed.
"Go to sleep, you need to rest now."
"Yes." Miss Sparrow obediently agreed and closed his eyes.
Gilan pulled the thin quilt over her and turned around silently.
After turning off Gas Lamp smoothly, I walked out of the room.
He walked straight to the end of the hotel.
There is a small open-air garden here, filled with large and small potted plants that have been left unattended and have long since withered.
Gilan looked up at the slightly lighter rain, leaned against the old wall on the right side of the climbing frame, took out a cigarette case and a brass lighter, and lit one for himself.
Clang--mist!
Flames licked the top of the cigarette.
He faced the rainy night in silence, puffing smoke into the darkness.
The slightly bright cigarette butt flickers on and off.
Gilan feels confused about the future.
He knew nothing about the imperial capital "Muse City", nor did he know what kind of situation he was about to face in the Fahan Family.
Gilan instinctively resisted the biological father he had never met.
Not to mention, there are those so-called brothers and sisters.
From the description of old Charles, we can know that his identity is the illegitimate son of the earl, so after arriving in the capital, he will inevitably come into contact with the upper class.
But regardless of his past life or this life, he is just an ordinary person.
'Fame, wealth and power...'
Gilan's dark blue eyes reflected the rainy night, looking profound.
'These are important, but not the most important. In this mysterious and unpredictable world where true gods exist, only strength is the foundation.'
'I can only become stronger, become stronger...'
He took another deep puff of cigarette, but suddenly, he stared blankly at the burning light on half of the cigarette, and couldn't help but think of Mr. Oystercatcher's words:
"White, neat, clean, and odorless. I haven't seen such perfect teeth in a long time! But please note, you should smoke less cigarettes, which are not good for your teeth."
Snap!
Gilan With a flick of his finger, half of the cigarette flew into the heavy rain.
He smoothly took out the cigarette case again, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.
Immediately, he turned around and left.