Chapter 316 Eve

Time has come to a new day.

After Jilan successfully obtained the "God's Hometown Mark", he was in a very good mood and drove to the Triumph Building in the central area with full energy.

Because of the miasma disaster, recent official business has been very busy. The imperial government is like a precision machine, and every department that is a component has been overloaded.

Not only the ordinary departments, but also the two special departments of purification and balance, and even the investigation committee and gravediggers have been mobilized.

Almost everyone has a heavy task.

Jilan's task today is still to escort the "anti-miasma medicine", but the number of medicines is nearly three times more than yesterday.

There are four armored vehicles filled with sealed wooden boxes. There are also two teams of soldiers, a total of fifty people.

Each one is fully armed, holding a gun and wearing a helmet, as if they have entered a wartime alert state. Even the two lieutenant officers sat in the carriage without saying a word.

There are four destinations for this trip, two in the North Muse and one in the East and West Muse.

As for why there is no Nanmuis...

No one will ask this question, and no one will answer it.

Gilan also knows that the reason is very simple, because Nanmuis is a gathering place for the lower class, and the environment is complex and harsh.

It is not that the authorities do not pay attention to it, but that it is difficult to carry out the work. The population density of Nanmuis is too high, and the official manpower is limited, so they can only avoid the heavy and deal with the more critical areas first.

It is foreseeable that the casualties of the residents of Nanmuis will be very large...

As the escort mission is carried out, Gilan found that although the order in the capital is chaotic, it is still well maintained under various official means.

And as the various departments carry out the work of expelling miasma and preventing miasma, the situation has improved compared to yesterday...But the atmosphere of the entire Mus Xiti is becoming more and more depressing.

Even though the empire is actively curbing the rampant miasma, the death toll continues to rise.

Almost every day, people can see someone sick, someone crazy, someone falling down and dying in front of them...

It may be their relatives, lovers, friends who live with them day and night, or it may be familiar neighbors next door, shop assistants downstairs, children who can be called by name in the neighborhood, etc.

Such a large-scale mysterious disaster event, even ordinary people who survived, would be driven crazy step by step under great depression.

After the escort mission was completed, it was already evening.

In the sunset, Gillan sat in an armored car and returned to the Triumph Building to report.

He looked at the street scenes outside the car window along the way.

It was quiet.

There were basically no people on the street, and the doors of the shops were closed. The few pedestrians were still in a hurry, with panic between their brows.

There were no traces of carriages and cars on the once prosperous streets. There were only some propaganda posters warning people to reduce going out, and newspapers with various horrifying headlines, rolling and leaping everywhere.

An airflow called "uneasiness" shuttled through the streets and alleys of Musciti, and rolled up a more manic gale called "panic"...

Gillan just heard the soldiers chatting with him, talking about a rumor that has been spreading more and more fiercely recently.

It is said that the miasma is too dense now. If you leave your house and stay outside for six hours, you will die on the spot.

A considerable number of people believe this statement.

Jilan knows very well that the miasma concentration in the capital has been reduced a lot by various miasma-repelling drugs developed by Chairman Pala, and it is maintained at about 2 Pa.

Although the concentration is still above the standard compared with the past, as long as the residents adhere to the "mystical dressing method" and collect the official anti-miasma drugs on time, they will basically be fine.

As far as he knows, the miasma concentration in areas outside the capital has already soared to 4 Pa... That is the forbidden area for ordinary people.

If you don't have high-end perfume mixed with mysterious materials, or anti-miasma drugs, you can't come back if you step out.

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Night falls.

Jilan finished reporting today's escort mission in the chairman's office.

Just as he stood up and was about to leave.

The white-haired old gentleman Para Celsus called him:

"Jilan, don't leave in a hurry."

"Chairman Para, what else can I do for you?"

Jilan turned his head and asked.

Pala looked him up and down and smiled:

"Have you got the 'God's Land Mark'?"

Jilan raised his eyebrows. The chairman could see his change at a glance.

"Yes, yes." He nodded and said. "I sailed to the Dream Sea last night and successfully found the God's Land."

"Not bad." Para praised, his face full of relief. "Very good."

"Your progress is still so fast, it really exceeded my expectations..."

As he was talking, the chairman suddenly frowned.

"Huh?"

He looked at Gilan carefully again, his brows frowned deeper and deeper, and then said in a deep voice:

"After you arrived at the God's Land, how many mysterious creatures in the 'lower' area did you kill there?"

"Not many..." Gilan coughed. "A 'washerwoman' and a dozen 'blue hats'."

"You...sigh." Pala shook his head and said with some self-blame: "I didn't expect you to find the God's Land so quickly, so I didn't have time to warn you not to kill the residents of the God's Land easily."

"This will make your 'God's Land Mark' contaminated with 'mottled air'. Although this will not harm you, it will attract the attention of the 'patroller'...the more mottled, the stronger the attraction."

"From a certain perspective, this will also reduce the time you stay in the God's Land."

Pala pondered for a moment, raised his eyelids and said:

"You should know that starting from the 4th level, the more you climb the original level, the more you need to rely on the God's Land... This will seriously affect your progress on the 'Fire Sword Road' in the future."

"Therefore, the mysterious people are very taboo to kill the residents of the God's Land. The best solution is to avoid them as much as possible."

"Thank you for your warning, Chairman Pala."

Jilan's expression was straightened, and he hurriedly thanked him.

"In the future, I will try my best to avoid such things from happening."

"Well, you go back and have a good rest."

Seeing Jilan's humble attitude, Pala was very relieved and nodded.

"You are only 4th level of original essence away from climbing to the stage of the long-lived. I look forward to your early advancement... The empire is facing multiple difficulties and is in urgent need of talents. If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell me and I will try my best to help you."

"Okay, Chairman, thank you again."

Jilan bowed his head slightly and took off his hat.

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Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

It is December 24th.

After the emergency measures and governance of the imperial government during this period, the concentration of miasma in the capital, Mussiti, has stabilized at around 1.8 Pa.

It is difficult to reduce the concentration in a short period of time, and this is the result of a huge price.

Jilan has been very busy during this period.

He got up early in the morning, and after his routine practice, he washed up and sat in the living room to eat breakfast and read the morning newspaper.

He felt numb when he saw the various news about miasma in the newspaper, and how many people got sick, went crazy, and even died.

However, on the subpage, a whole page was used to promote the good news of "Christmas is coming", and many contents were specially written to celebrate today's "Christmas Eve".

Jilan could see that this might also be the result of official promotion. After all, the whole city, and even the entire empire, was shrouded in an atmosphere of depression and despair.

Through this festival that implies happiness, perhaps the dark atmosphere can be diluted a little.

Similar to the previous life, the "Christmas" here is also to celebrate the "noon dawn" of the seventh month, that is, the birth of God Omer.

His arrival brought hope, dawn and order to mankind. Therefore, "Christmas" can more or less give people some spiritual sustenance during this panic period of miasma outbreak.

After breakfast, Jilan drove to the Triumph Building as usual and took the elevator to the 70th floor.

However, today's committee hall is a little different from the past. Because it is almost full of people, and most of them are older men and women.

The youngest are all middle-aged.

They are dressed very simply, and few people speak loudly. The atmosphere is indescribably solemn.

Jilan looked at the people in the hall with some astonishment, and felt the oppression they brought to him.

He quietly opened his spiritual vision.

Suddenly, Jilan was almost blinded by the dazzling lights of various colors!

'At least half of them are long-lived people...'

Jilan was quite surprised.

'The rest are also third-level spiritual secret people. Who are these people and why are they here? '

Perhaps it was his spiritual vision that alarmed the people in the hall, and the gray-haired men and women turned their heads to look.

After noticing the blond young man standing at the door, these old guys calmly withdrew their gazes.

But many of them cast friendly glances at Gillan, and a few of them even looked at the ruby ​​ring on his right index finger.

Gillan noticed this little detail, and a surprising guess arose in his mind:

'Could they be members of the ancient secret cult "Midnight Rose"? But why would they come here...'

Soon, his guess was fulfilled.

I saw the white-haired old gentleman Pala holding the white cane, followed by several committee members, and walked up to the high platform in the hall.

At this time, Mavi, wearing a high-collared black windbreaker, quietly came to Gillan's side and whispered:

"Sit down first. Ms. Theresa and the others are on the left side of the hall, follow me."

"Okay." Gillan replied concisely.

Immediately, he followed Maiev through the aisle at the back of the hall and arrived at the lower left corner of the hall.

After the two sat down, Gilan noticed that Ms. Theresa, Renault, Mugur, Ganod, Kaya and other gravediggers were present, and they turned around and smiled and greeted him.

Gilan pinched the brim of his hat and nodded in response.

"Welcome everyone to be invited."

On the high platform, Chairman Pala, who stood upright, spoke. His voice was not amplified by microphones and speakers, but it was extremely loud and resounded throughout the hall, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

"Everyone here includes some of my close friends, outstanding craftsmen from the Mechanical Union, and some famous scholars who have studied mysticism, medicine, human anatomy, miasma, and many other fields."

Pala looked around and his tone became serious:

"I invited you all to come here to secretly conduct a study on the 'Miasma Disaster'. I will give you three topics and let you discuss countermeasures together to see if you can develop a new type of 'anti-miasma medicine' to make it last longer, or to make the human body develop resistance on its own..."

The chairman spoke slowly, slowly talking about the three topics and writing them on the whiteboard behind him.

At this time, Kaya on one side was quite surprised, covered her mouth and whispered:

"There are so many powerful scholars and craftsmen... and there are some senior Kuze people I don't know, do you know them?"

"Capone, Robles, and Mulhert, the three veterans of the Machinery Guild are also here. I heard that they are also the Archbishops of the Mechanicus..."

Maiev tilted her head, pointed at the three white-haired old men in the front row, and whispered.

Several gravediggers also participated in the discussion, but Ms. Teresa did not stop them. Occasionally she would add a few words with a smile, which made everyone gain a lot of knowledge.

Gilan didn't speak, just listened silently.

He followed the direction of Maiev's finger and glanced at the three old men wearing simple work clothes and windbreakers.

‘Could it be that the three of them, together, can monitor a large area? ’

Gillan thought to herself.

When he turned on his spiritual vision just now, he observed some clues. The spirituality of these three old men is completely different from others. It is neither the dazzling level 3 "glow" nor the flashing level 4 "fertility"...

It is a kind of strong light that blooms after being restrained to the extreme. That kind of spiritual light even turned into a cover in disguise, blocking all its own characteristics and information, so that Gillan couldn't see anything at all.

‘Is he a level 5 “brilliant” powerhouse? ’

Jilan secretly guessed.

At this time, he noticed that a bald old man on the far right who was also in the first row of seats suddenly turned around and looked at him.

The old man's appearance was ordinary, except for his big nose, which was somewhat impressive.

He held a crooked wooden cane in his hand, raised his other hand, gave Gillan a thumbs up, and made a smile.

Ji Lan was startled.

He judged by the shape of his mouth that the other party said:

"Hello, Blood Owl."

A person suddenly popped into Jilan's mind.

The old man who made the staff...

He had an intuition that this old man was probably the master craftsman who communicated with him in the secret sect "Midnight Rose".

Gillan took off his hat and smiled back at the old man.

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Gilan listened to the entire meeting, but among the second group of gravediggers, except for Muguer who understood a little bit, the rest were completely confused.

After the meeting is over.

Many scholars present each held a stack of records and left the scene with solemn expressions.

The old man who greeted Jilan before took the initiative to find him. Upon meeting him, he stood up on tiptoes enthusiastically and patted Jilan on the shoulder.

There is no other reason. The old man is only 1.6 meters tall, only slightly taller than Kaya.

"First meeting, Blood Owl." The old man smiled kindly. "I am the Old Man Who Made the Stick."

"Nice to meet you, old gentleman."

Gillan said politely.

"There are many members of the esoteric sect present at this meeting, including two young people who have recently joined the Thorns. You can get to know them when you have time."

The old staff-maker smiled and pointed at the crowd.

Ji Lan turned around and saw a man and a woman. The two sides looked at each other in the distance and said hello silently.

"Okay." He looked back and said softly.

"By the way, tonight is 'Christmas Eve'."

The old man who made the staff suddenly reminded him.

"I suggest you hang a Christmas stocking by your bed, maybe you can receive a gift..."

"Huh?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows, a little confused.