Gilan went out briefly that day.
He first went to the Silver Lizard Club to register for the cane wrestling competition. Then, with the help of his landlady, Mrs. Maslan, he contacted a mid-range restaurant near his apartment and arranged for them to deliver his food.
With nearly a week to go before the staff fighting competition, Gilan planned to train intensively at home. Therefore, this restaurant was responsible for providing all three meals a day during this period.
A dedicated person will deliver meals to your door on time.
Each meal features a different menu of the day, with a wide variety of dishes and generous portions. As the saying goes, money makes things easier, and Gilan paid 8 Caesar for this service, including the delivery driver's service fee and tip.
The restaurant readily agreed.
After that, Gilan stayed at home and immersed himself in ascetic practices.
He was completely captivated by the mastery of body tempering techniques and the extraordinary power of the " Bloodletting " secret sword. He studied and practiced relentlessly, adapting to the transformation of his body.
He also diligently practiced meditation and absorbed cosmic elements, cultivating himself daily without fail.
Five days passed in this way.
By the morning of August 3rd.
Gilan, wearing loose, thin black pajama pants, barefoot and shirtless, sat cross-legged on the wooden floor with her eyes closed in meditation.
He placed his hands lightly on his knees, his posture ramrod straight.
After a series of painful changes in his expression, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
The invisible and intangible crimson light spots fell like rain from all around him, entering his body and disappearing without a trace.
Time ticked by, and it was eight o'clock.
Gilan opened her eyes, her deep blue pupils incredibly profound.
He calmed his breathing before standing up. He practiced his fighting techniques, throwing punches and kicks, then summoned his cane and unleashed the " Bloodletting " secret sword technique.
Around nine o'clock, the delivery person knocked on the door and delivered today's breakfast, after which he washed up and ate.
Afterwards, he changed into clean clothes, dressed neatly, and went out in a black overcoat and black top hat.
Gilan did not forget her promise to Miss Sparrow.
Today, he plans to visit the Our Lady Convent of the South Muse.
The horse-drawn carriage traveled for nearly two hours before taking him to Saint Maud Street.
But Gilan did not go to the monastery immediately. Instead, he continued walking and went to Corona Street, where he found " Mr. Baruch's Photo Studio ".
This is the territory of black market dealer " Big Goose " Bondo, but this time, he's not here to cause trouble; he simply wants to take a passport photo.
It cost 5 Pfennig, plus half an hour.
Gilan returned the way she came, carrying a small bag of passport photos.
He took one out and examined it closely. In the low-saturation color photo, he saw himself with blond hair and a white shirt, expressionless, with a serious expression.
Gilan affixed it to the blank space for his photo on the "Senior Prohibition Agent " badge, then chuckled softly.
"By the way, can I collect my salary from the Prohibition Bureau now that I've suddenly acquired this 'civil servant' status?"
He thought to himself, then shook his head.
Upon returning to Saint Maud Street, I went straight into the monastery.
It was nearly noon.
Upon entering Gilan, one immediately sees many disabled people and elderly people living alone queuing at the church entrance, waiting to receive relief meals.
Miss Sparrow, dressed in a crimson novice nun's robe and wearing a nun's hat, was distributing bread and oatmeal to these people along with two other young nuns.
A gaunt old woman stepped forward, took the bread from Miss Sparrow's hand, and when she looked up and saw her face, she shuddered in fright.
The bread in his hand fell to the ground.
"Blessed Virgin Mary!"
The old woman was startled by Miss Sparrow's appearance. She hurriedly prayed, picked up the bread from the ground, and turned to leave without looking back.
"May the Holy Mother... bless you, Madam."
Miss Sparrow remained patient and gentle, smiling as she watched the other person leave.
Only Gilan noticed the fleeting sadness in her eyes.
Once the relief meals have been distributed.
The other two young nuns greeted Miss Sparrow and then left with their buckets and baskets, leaving her sitting on the steps in front of the church, lost in thought.
Gilan walked over silently.
The Sparrow was lost in thought when it suddenly noticed someone in front of it and quickly looked up.
Upon seeing the visitor, a look of surprise and delight immediately appeared on her face.
" Mr. Snowy Owl!"
The visit of her friend eased the sadness in her heart.
Miss Sparrow stood up abruptly, intending to hug the other person, but as she reached out her hand, she realized with a start that her identity and the environment seemed rather illogical.
But the next second...
She found herself being gently pulled into a broad, warm embrace.
"Everyone has their own hardships; there's no need to care about what others think, Miss Sparrow."
Gilan gave her a comforting hug and said.
Miss Sparrow hummed in agreement, and the sadness in her heart dissipated.
"Thank you," she said, lifting her head with a bright smile. " Mr. Snowy Owl, you finally have time to come see me."
"Um."
The two walked into the church side by side.
Gilan casually took out his wallet, pulled out a 50- Caesar note, and dropped it into the donation box on the side. Then, amidst the thanks of an elderly nun, Miss Sparrow, with a beaming smile, exited through the side door of the church and entered the courtyard garden.
The two sat down at the stone table to rest and chat.
"... After this period of adjustment, I've gradually come to love life here. It's quiet, peaceful, like a paradise on earth."
Miss Sparrow spoke softly.
"The other sisters are friendly, and Dean Padmel is also very kind."
Speaking of the abbess of this monastery, Miss Sparrow lowered her voice and whispered to Gilan:
" Mr. Snowy Owl, I suspect... Dean Padmel may possess mysterious powers. The day before yesterday, I personally witnessed her comforting a terminally ill old woman who was suffering terribly from her illness... but with the dean's gentle touch, the old woman smiled and drifted off to sleep."
"It's like..."
Miss Sparrow's eyes narrowed thoughtfully before she carefully chose her words.
"It was as if Dean Padmel had removed the pain from her body."
Upon hearing this, Gilan raised an eyebrow.
He thought about it and realized that it was not surprising that the higher-ups at the Our Lady Convent, as a church institution that served the August Director, could have direct contact with and control of mysterious powers.
"That dean is very likely a Spirit Mystic."
Gilan said in a deep voice.
Miss Sparrow's eyes lit up.
Seeing her interest, Gilan took the opportunity of the visit to slowly explain the knowledge about the " Path of the Flaming Sword " to her.
A moment later.
Miss Sparrow looked shocked and thoughtful.
The Mr. Snowy Owl's explanation to her was profound and detailed. It covered topics such as what mystery is, what Spirit Mystic is, how to use Gnosis to explore the elements of the universe, and how to strengthen one's spirituality and leave an imprint in lucid dreams.
It broadened her horizons.
" Mr. Snowy Owl," Miss Sparrow stammered. "But...but I've been having lucid dreams for the past three nights in a row."
"It's still the same dream."
"I didn't pay much attention to it at first, until you just told me that this is a manifestation of high Gnosis, a sign that Gnosis has reached a certain level..."
Upon hearing this, Gilan was taken aback.
So fast?!