"Sick..."
Gilan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
"I'm not sick, Miss Sparrow."
"Although it is rude to say this, but... Mr. Snowy Owl, I am really worried about you. Now I have lost everything, and only you are still by my side."
Miss Sparrow put down his fork and bit his lip.
"I don't want to lose you again..."
At this time, the three people behind Gilan were looking at Miss Sparrow in surprise.
Seeing her unrecognizable appearance, everyone showed unbearable expressions.
Mr. Stork frowned and lowered the brim of his hat.
After hesitating for a moment, he said with emotion:
"Miss Sparrow, she has also endured a lot of suffering..."
"Damn!" Mr. Oystercatcher clenched his fists angrily. "Damn Federation! Miss Sparrow used to be so lively and cute, but now he has become like this! Everything is ruined!"
"If I am still alive, I will definitely join the army and go to the front line to kill those inhuman Federation bastards!"
He was very emotional and spoke with a slightly choked tone because of his emotional personality.
If it was just his own death, he could accept it calmly. But until he saw the tragic experience of his former friends, he had an inexplicable urge to cry.
"Alas..."
Miss Seagull just turned his head and sighed sadly.
Sparrow Although she survived the war, her current situation is probably worse than death, and is even more miserable than the others.
Gilan listened to the discussion behind him and took a deep breath.
"I'm really not sick," he said. "Miss Sparrow, maybe your Gnosis is not high enough, so I can't see them for the time being... Well, their current situation is very special, like spirits."
"And for some special reason, they can only follow me now and accept my protection, otherwise they will really disappear."
"But please believe me, I didn't lie to you."
Gilan explained patiently.
Miss Sparrow was stunned when he heard this.
"Do you still remember that article <Wooden Cangue Meditation Method>?" Gilan asked again.
"Yes, I remember." Miss Sparrow nodded. "I have memorized it all. I also remember the painting 'Neck-and-Hand Cangue Visualization Diagram' very clearly."
"Very good." Gilan nodded. "From now on, if you practice more frequently, when Gnosis is enough, you will be able to see them again sooner or later."
He looked calm.
"I promise."
"Well..." Miss Sparrow clenched his hands and nodded heavily. "I believe you, Mr. Snowy Owl."
Wow.
Gilan slowly stood up and walked around the dining table to Miss Sparrow.
He stretched out a hand, spread it flat, and handed it to the other person.
"At this moment, they are standing beside me."
Gilan said softly.
Miss Sparrow looked up at the handsome blond young man, then looked at his empty left and right sides, and finally raised his wrinkled little hand and placed it on Gilan's palm.
At the same time, the three people around Gilan also looked at each other, reached out their hands in tacit understanding, and placed them on the back of Miss Sparrow's hand.
"Do you feel it?" Gilan asked.
Miss Sparrow lowered his eyes and was silent for a while.
"Yeah." She raised her head, narrowed her eyes and smiled.
But in fact, Miss Sparrow didn't feel it.
She only felt Mr. Snowy Owl's palm.
Warm and generous.
But even so, she was satisfied.
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In the afternoon.
Just after one o'clock.
There was a knock on the door of the rental apartment.
Tuk Tuk.
Gilan, who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through <Branding Iron Secret Record>, closed the handwritten note, took it back to the dimensional space, and immediately stood up.
He strode to the door and glanced through the peephole.
It's old Charles.
Click.
Gilan opened the door.
Outside the door, an old butler with gray hair and a tuxedo was sweating profusely. At his feet were a small projector, a black square-headed machine that looked like a TV, a flat iron box and a large bulging paper bag.
Although the corners of several machines are a little faded and the paint is peeling off, they have been polished to a shiny finish. However, they look heavy, weighing at least a hundred pounds in total.
It can be seen that old Charles spent a lot of effort to move them up.
"Good afternoon, Master."
Old Charles was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and saying hello with a smile.
"As promised, I bought you a projector through secret channels. In addition, there is also a video recorder that was once popular."
He said, and was about to bend down to move it, but Gilan raised his hand to stop it.
"I'll do it." Gilan said.
I saw him reaching out and lifting the projector easily. He held the square-head TV in one hand and turned around as if it was nothing.
Old Charles looked surprised and secretly sighed that the young master has an amazing physique.
Immediately, he picked up the smaller flat machine and the big bag and followed it into the apartment.
Click.
The door is closed.
Immediately afterwards, Gilan installed the projector and video recorder in the master bedroom under the instructions of old Charles.
After all, these things are works of art and cannot be seen in the light, so it is safer to hide them in your own room.
"Master, with the money from selling the jewelry, in addition to purchasing these three machines, I also prepared two A1 Whale Oil Battery for you, as well as some film and video tapes."
Old Charles smiled and opened the large paper bag.
Gilan came over and took a look. There were three old-fashioned films and six video tapes inside.
He took them out one by one and looked at them for a moment.
There are small notes posted on it with handwritten writings, such as "Seven Days of Love", "Beautiful Legend of the North", "Princess Lily", "Love Story of Lakda Hotel", "September Letter", "Sweet Lady Zara Par", etc.
A pure romance film.
And three indescribable little movies.
Gilan Looking at these films and video tapes, especially the short films, I was speechless for a while.
"What's wrong, Master?" Old Charles noticed the young man's expression and asked nervously. "Do you not like these videos?"
As someone who has experienced this, he is puzzled.
The young master is old enough to pierce a steel plate and is energetic. He should be interested in this kind of video. Why is he so depressed? Besides, isn't it also suitable for him to watch it with Miss Aurora?
"It's not that I don't like it."
Gilan is a little helpless.
He led old Charles back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. He glanced at the room lying on his side. The door was closed, and Miss Sparrow was still quietly practicing meditation inside.
"Miss Aurora and I are not lovers, old Charles."
Gilan explained.
Old Charles was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"So that's it." He held his forehead in shame. "I'm really sorry, Master, I made my own decision."
Immediately, old Charles thought of something again and said quickly:
"But I have already reported the matter between the young master and Miss Aurora to Master Ramon... I am here this time to convey the master's dinner invitation."
"Master Ramon asked me to inform you, young master, that the Earl's Manor will prepare a family dinner for you tonight. Please be sure to bring Miss Aurora to attend." He whispered.
Gilan felt dizzy when he heard this.
But after all, this was my first time here and I had never been back home before. I knew that this was probably inevitable and I would have to face it sooner or later. So I sighed and nodded slightly.
"Well, I understand."
Gilan Road.
"I'll go talk to Miss Aurora later."
"Okay, Master." Old Charles knew that he was doing bad things with good intentions, so his attitude was very sincere. "I will drive you and Miss Aurora later to go to East Muse's 'McMillan High-End Mall' to buy decent dresses."
"Although ready-made dresses are not as good as those made by tailors, the quality and style are pretty good... and even if you go to a tailor now, you don't have enough time."
"Yeah." Gilan nodded.