From Prisoner to Si Chen

in the dark.

Under an invisible pulling force, Gilan's consciousness kept moving forward, heading towards the light spot at the end...

Getting closer and brighter.

He knows very well that this is because his "acting" has achieved considerable influence, so he has received corresponding strong feedback.

Moreover, as the influence of "Agent Gillan" continues to expand in the capital and is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, feedback will continue to come, guiding him to gradually get closer to the original substance.

'Closer, getting closer...'

Jilan "saw" the increasingly bright light in the distance and said silently.

‘But it still needs some time to settle. ’

With this thought, he opened his eyes.

Uh-huh.

A tidy desk comes into view.

A few birds chirped in my ears.

It is now 9:30 in the morning on August 14th.

Gilan was sitting at the table in the master bedroom of the rental apartment. The light of the morning sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, leaving a thin golden streak on the velvet quilt.

There are some miscellaneous items on the table.

A copy of today's Valerian Times, two letters and a gilt medal.

He was still the headline figure in the newspaper, and the content of the report was the arrest of the four Bradys at the "War Horse Hotel" the day before yesterday.

Gold medal reporter Rebbie Lund kept her promise. After getting first-hand information from Gillan, she wrote an article overnight and praised it to the sky.

Between the lines, "simple and sincere" emotions are revealed, shaping Guillain Iros into a "model agent" who is not afraid of power and enforces the law impartially.

As for Brady and the other four children of political figures, they have become "capital tumors" who do all kinds of evil and are so bad as to be described as "cancerous people in the capital".

Even the bad things they had done in the past, big and small, were all made public. Including but not limited to rape, molestation, prostitution, drinking, etc., even small things such as spitting and littering are not spared.

I don’t know if the female reporter saw it with her own eyes or made it up casually. In short, it made the reputation of these four people extremely bad. The internal news that Brady was sentenced to death and that the other three would be sentenced to fifty years in prison was also published in the newspapers, which must have surprised many muses.

After all, they may be the first children of political figures to be arrested and sentenced for violating the "alcohol prohibition" in the past ten years.

Four members of the House of Commons, including Ant and Canavi, were arrested and detained awaiting trial for bribery and collusion with various imperial departments. However, this matter was only briefly mentioned in the newspaper without going into details.

It may be that the newspaper was also worried about the negative impact it would have on the official government, so as to avoid being warned or ordered to make corrections by relevant departments, so it deleted Leibby's article.

But in any case, Gillan is the beneficiary of this matter.

"Valerian Times" ranks among the best in sales in the capital. I believe that many Muses will read this report and learn about the various deeds of "Agent Gillan".

It then provides him with "secret" feedback and generates "guiding power."

‘If you follow the speed of ordinary mystics’ cultivation, climbing from Level 1 to Level 2 would probably require several years or even more than ten years of accumulation... This is under the premise of having a “secret”. ’

Gillan took a deep breath.

‘But I don’t need that long at all! ’

The physical training technique "Black Bile" increased his gnosis, coupled with the efficient training of the "Twelve Thorns" meditation method, at this time, Gilan's gnosis height has exceeded the level 2 standard.

Coupled with the auxiliary training of the "wick potion" and the influence of the newspaper, he estimated that he could successfully climb to level 2 within two months!

Gilan retracted his thoughts and picked up the two letters on the table.

One of them was a letter of commendation, plus the gold-plated medal, both sent by the Prohibition Bureau this morning. He just glanced at it casually and put it into his alchemy pocket, as if he didn't care about such frivolous things.

The focus is on another letter.

Inside was a 240 gold Caesar note.

Among them, 200 Caesar bonus and 40 Caesar salary.

Yes, the senior prohibition agent's weekly salary was only 10 caesars.

For the middle class, this may be considered a high salary, but as a public service position, and it is also a life-threatening and dangerous position, this salary is honestly a bit low.

But this money is delivered to your doorstep, so don’t give it up in vain. After Gilan counted them, he put them all into his bag.

"Including the 500 Caesar commission fee given by the noble ladies for the 'exorcism' of Miss Alluka, I now have another 3745 Caesar on hand."

Jilan thought about it and murmured.

"It's enough for me to purchase the main materials of 'Green Gunpowder' and 'Wick Potion' at once. The remaining money can also afford the real film "Old Peel # 2"."

Immediately, he took out the "Alchemy Hotline".

After plugging in the mercury battery, I called...

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North Muse, the northernmost Luronha neighborhood.

In one of the inconspicuous single-family apartments, an extremely lewd and evil scene was taking place.

The empty hall is quite spacious, but there is not a single piece of furniture or furnishings in sight, making it look extremely empty. Only the floor was covered with a huge plush round carpet.

The carpet was white, with a huge symbol about twenty meters in diameter drawn in blood. It was a straight line traversing the vertical oval, accompanied by many ancient Roman characters and strange symbols.

This is the imprint pointing to the second Si-year-old "Fan Mu".

Twelve women were kneeling quietly on the carpet.

They bowed their heads, like sculptures.

Behind him, a tall figure wearing a white priest's robe with black edges was interacting with these women one by one.

Whenever the tall figure finished interacting with someone, the woman would also thank them:

“Thank you for carrying the gospel to the Mother Goddess, President Adura B. Clare.”

The woman was kneeling down with her head buried in the ground from beginning to end, her hair scattered on the carpet.

"May the Mother Goddess have mercy on you, Butele."

Wearing a priest's robe, the tall man named President Adura actually spoke in a mature and elegant female voice.

She looks in her thirties or forties under her rounded, wide-brimmed hat, with luxurious makeup and a holy look. There is a small mole on the dark red and full lips.

Adula opened her white bare feet and legs, walked behind another kneeling woman, lifted up her priest's robe, and started the next round of interaction.

She is obviously a woman, but she looks like a hermaphrodite.

On the white wall behind the interactive venue, there is also a huge imprint of "Traditional Mother" painted in blood.

In the center of the mark, there is a smooth and slender figure, wearing a half-rabbit mask, plush rabbit ears on the top of his head, and his arms are flat and nailed to the wall.

It is "Miss Rabbit" Jenna Claire.

Her body was covered with whip marks, her mouth was stained with blood, and she was dying.

After President Adura finished interacting with the twelve women, he turned around and walked to Jenna.

"Mother...Mother."

Jenna looked up and shouted in awe.

"I know I was wrong."

"The four 'black-collar deacons' are dead. It's not a big deal."

Adura comforted her softly, stretched out her slender white fingers, lifted her daughter's chin, and then sighed:

"But the things I told you are progressing too slowly. Moreover, Dedere Taylor is the key person I carefully selected, and it took you so long to succeed...I am very disappointed, Jenna."

"It's all because of that Gilan Yiros!"

Jenna gritted her teeth.

Adura looked at her daughter quietly and shook her head:

"No, it's just because you are incompetent... It seems that the 'Black Mass' originally scheduled to be held in September can only be postponed to October."