Return to Price Street 32.
After old Charles dropped the young master and Miss Aurora off the bus, he said hello and drove back.
Gilan led Miss Sparrow upstairs, unlocked the door, and entered the room.
He was just about to speak and let the other person have a good rest, but unexpectedly Miss Sparrow spoke to him first:
"Mr. Snowy Owl, I've thought about it..."
She leaned against the wall and lowered her head.
"I plan to live alone in South Muse's 'Our Lady Convent'."
"Our Lady Convent?"
Gilan was startled and 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, so I can live a good life there and help others."
She seemed worried that Gilan would not agree, so she mustered up the courage to reach out, pick up one of Gilan's hands, and hold it in her palms with her wrinkled hands.
"Mr. Snowy 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 Gilan saw determination and pleading in those bright eyes that had never changed.
Gilan opened his mouth. He 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.
A moment of silence.
"Okay..." Gilan took a deep breath. "I'll take you there tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Miss Sparrow was secretly relieved.
At the same time, indescribable sadness also emerged 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, Na Na asked.
Gilan raised his other hand and covered her little hand.
"Of course."
"Hehe." Miss Sparrow said 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." Gilan 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. Snowy Owl, I will be healed under the light of the Holy Mother."
Sparrow's eyes show longing and sparkle.
"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."
"Hmm."
Gilan smile.
Boom...
Outside the window, accompanied by thunder, the rain became heavier and heavier.
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It's night, already deep.
Miss Sparrow was 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. She simply bit her lip, sat up, and crossed her hands behind her head in a tortured posture.
Staring out the window.
The shadows of the trees are whirling and the cicadas are chirping in the moonlight.
The suppressed emotions in my heart are difficult to suppress, surging like black Tide.
At this moment, she was like a divine revelation, perfectly in tune with <Wooden Cangue Meditation Method>.
After slowly closing his eyes, he was immersed in formal practice for the first time.
Sparrow finally entered the door.
In the master bedroom.
Gilan also looked out the window.
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 said Whisperer.
Eyes slowly lowered.
The farewell of the last friend, coupled with Miss Sparrow's humiliating experience in the manor, made Gilan's emotions fluctuate like waves in a storm.
He closed his eyes, sat, and fell asleep.
Dark.
Endless darkness.
At night, only the island and the bonfire could provide him with warmth and stability.
But when Gilan descended on his Mind Kingdom, he was shocked to find that Cross-Sword Bonfire, which was originally half a person tall, only had a weak flame as high as his knees.
Mr. Stork The three of them 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 dissipate.
"Mr. Stork!" Gilan stepped forward quickly. "Mr. Oystercatcher, Miss Seagull!"
"Are you okay?!"
Hearing his voice, Miss Seagull opened his eyes.
She stood up with difficulty and took Gilan's hand.
"You're here..."
Miss Seagull forced out 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..."
"No!"
Gilan quickly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Cross Sword in Fire.
He said in a deep voice:
"Lordran·Drangleic·Lothric!"
As the name Kingdom was called out, the flames of the bonfire became a little more intense.
But before Gilan could breathe a sigh of relief, the flames dimmed again, and the intensity of the fire was even smaller than before.
"What's going on..."
Gilan murmured, looking anxious.
"What the hell is going on?!"
The two men were also woken up 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."
Gilan was startled.
He heard Mr. Stork sigh again.
"You have a mental problem, Mr. Snowy Owl."
"My spirit..."
Gilan 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.
Gilan 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!"
Gilan raised his eyes and looked at the three of them, gritted his teeth and said.
My thoughts were running rapidly at this moment, and I was trying my best to think of solutions.
Soon, he thought of the detailed description of "Path of the Flaming Sword" in <Branding Iron Secret Record>.
"Yes, yes..."
His eyes flashed.
"As long as I advance to level 2 'Foundation', 'Kingdom' will have a foundation. With the foundation, the brand will be stable... 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 Origin Rank on "Path of the Flaming Sword" to solve the survival problem of his friends.
He did not allow Cross-Sword Bonfire to go out.
Otherwise, the three Mr. Stork will inevitably perish completely.
Everyone seemed to be unable to understand Gilan's muttering about the so-called "Kingdom" and "Foundation". But they could hear that Gilan was working hard to find a solution.
"I believe you can do it, Snowy Owl."
Miss Seagull said with a pale face and a smile.
But she soon showed a worried look and said:
"But please don't be too eager for quick success, okay? We're all worried about you."
"Yeah! Mr. Snowy 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 Gilan.
"Little Sparrow only has you left. If something happens to you, she will collapse."