Chapter 318 Christmas 2

‘So this is what the so-called “ticket” means…’

Gilan said to himself as he looked at the exquisite yellow ticket in his hand.

The ticket has silver snowflake patterns on all four sides, and the four corners are patterns of swords, holy grails, star coins and scepters. Surrounding the four ancient Hiru cursive characters in the middle -

“Welcome”.

Santa Claus Workshop…

German Nicholas’s house is not actually in the “lower level” area. The same is true for Krampus’s hut.

Both are located in the “corridor” area.

If it were just a hike, ordinary mystics would probably never be able to set foot in that area in their lifetime.

And the reason why Gilan was able to reach Krampus’s hut was purely because of his luck, and he took a “silent coach” on a “special line” very cleverly.

According to the secret records in the yellow booklet, the destination of each “silent coach” can actually be known by observing the inscriptions on the edge of the carriage door.

It was just that Gilan had never seen it before and had no idea about it… He got on the carriage in a daze and went to the “Corridor” of the God’s Land.

He held the ticket in his hand and thought, maybe he could try to see it tonight.

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December 25th, Christmas.

Heavy snow, covered in silver.

The whole Musciti was shrouded in a white world.

Today is a special day, and it is also a festival that the people of the empire attach great importance to.

On this day in previous years, the whole empire would be immersed in reunion, celebration, joy and happiness… However, due to the miasma disaster, the atmosphere is a little depressing.

But fortunately, there is Christmas, which gives people who were originally desperate a glimmer of hope.

The Dawn Church in each district of Musciti has been crowded since early morning.

Whether they were nobles and wealthy businessmen in the upper class, or the middle class or the lower class, they all went to the church to pray, followed the priest to do mass, sang hymns, ate communion (unleavened bread), drank holy blood (red grape syrup water) with wishes...

They only hoped that they, their family and friends could be safe and not be infected by the ubiquitous and abominable miasma.

But even on Christmas, the imperial officials did not get a vacation, but became even busier.

Jilan drove to the Triumph Building as usual to "punch in" for work and received today's escort mission. And his workload increased again.

Fortunately, as a level 3 mystic, he was physically energetic and not too tired.

When the mission was over, it was already late at night.

After reporting the mission, he received the "Christmas bonus" distributed by the investigation committee. This bonus was quite considerable, a full 500 Caesars.

Of course, not everyone can get so much.

This is his salary as the leader of the committee and gravedigger, plus the daily overtime during this period.

The empire naturally expressed its appreciation for working overtime on Christmas.

When dealing with "civil servants", capital exploitation cannot be used, otherwise how can outstanding talents be willing to work for the empire?

In addition, Jilan also received an additional 200 merit points, and the staff updated his "investigation book" in a timely manner.

Today's official duties are over, and Jilan is in a good mood.

After get off work, he goes home to dream...

He drove back to the rental apartment, washed up simply, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

After his consciousness sank, Jilan landed on his own spiritual island.

He did not waste a moment, stood directly on the shore, summoned his spiritual boat, and immediately chose to sail.

This time, Jilan did not need to correct the direction at all. He followed the guidance of the "God's Homeland Imprint" in his heart and drove the boat directly towards the God's Homeland.

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This voyage was surprisingly smooth.

It's not that Gilan didn't encounter sea monsters, but maybe because he had the "God's Land Mark", those sea monsters just showed their heads from afar, staring at him quietly, but didn't attack him.

This also made Gilan secretly relieved.

After landing on the coast of the God's Land, he found that the salt beach he stepped on was not the scene he stepped on last time.

'Did you land on the other side...'

Gilan said secretly.

He followed the experience of the last exploration and walked into the Black Forest.

Before going deep into the swamp area "Olive Withered Land", Gilan found a group of black centaurs.

They have the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse, holding a spear or a short bow, both men and women, all naked, and indifferent eyes.

This group of centaurs seemed to be hunting something and patrolling around. Gilan hid in a bush and observed secretly.

He judged that this was most likely the God's Land tribe named "Crus" recorded in the yellow booklet.

Cruz centaurs are extremely warlike and bloodthirsty, and are very swift and agile in the jungle swamps. They are natural hunters. If someone encounters them, it is difficult to get rid of them, and a fierce battle is inevitable.

Gilan followed the advice of Chairman Pala and did not show up rashly. Instead, he chose to take a detour and avoid the centaurs.

He passed through the olive withered land and came to the wheat field area, which also has a name, called "Golden Border".

According to the yellow booklet, "Golden Border" is a must-pass place for the "Silent Post Carriage", and it is easy to meet a passing carriage here.

Gilan walked along the path in the middle of the wheat field, waiting for the arrival of the "Silent Post Carriage" while walking.

He did not wait too long.

Soon, an old headless horse, dragging a square carved carriage, came from behind him.

Wheels and wheels...

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of him.

Jilan glanced at the bottom of the carriage, and sure enough, there was a place name engraved in ancient Hiru script:

"Endless Bronze Mountains."

This place was also recorded in the yellow booklet. The mountains were full of various giant bronze objects, some in human, animal and plant shapes... It seemed that the entire mountain range was made of bronze.

The yellow booklet noted that the "Endless Bronze Mountains" were quite dangerous, and "dream collapse" often occurred, causing people to fall into the "corridor" area and survive.

Jilan took out the "Santa Claus Workshop Ticket" on his body and handed it to the headless old horse.

This time, the headless horse finally responded.

Shhh——

I saw a small square hole suddenly opened in the horse's abdomen, and the skin and flesh turned over, revealing a black cavity.

Immediately, a bloody hand stretched out from it and spread out in front of Jilan.

Jilan was startled at first.

He took a deep breath and put the ticket on his palm. He took back the ticket, and the horse's skin and flesh recovered.

Jilan didn't say anything tacitly, and got on the carriage by himself.

Clang.

The carriage door closed by itself.

Jilan didn't make any more useless attempts, and relaxed his body and lay on the cold hardwood bench.

Clang, clang...

The carriage started to move slowly.

I don't know how long it took.

The temperature around dropped again.

Jilan could still hear the crisp sound of wind chimes coming from outside the carriage.

The carriage finally arrived at its destination.

The carriage door opened, he walked down, and stepped into the deep snow with one foot, sinking to his knees.

Jilan exhaled white air, looked up, and looked quite shocked.

I saw a huge square building standing on the snow in front of me, with a protruding eaves. The outer wall is red, but there is a green cross in the middle.

It looks like a gift box that has been magnified countless times...

There are two ceramic sculptures of deer-headed people in suits and leather shoes standing at the door. The one on the left is holding a tray and extending his hand to lead the way in, while the one on the right is touching his chest and bowing.

Hiss——

At this time, the square opening on the belly of the headless horse was torn open again, and the human hand handed the ticket back.

After Jilan took it, he found that there was a blood-red seal on the ticket, with ancient Hiru characters arranged in a circle, and it was written with words such as "The post carriage has been delivered (the ticket is invalid)".

Immediately, the headless horse turned around and left with the carriage.

Jilan retracted his gaze and walked towards the red and green gift box-shaped building. But as soon as he reached the door, two deer-headed pottery statues rolled their eyes, stared at him, and opened and closed their mouths like puppets, and said:

"Visitors, no entry to the workshop for idle people."

"This is a 'visit ticket'."

Gilan handed out the ticket in his hand and tried to put it in the tray of the deer-headed pottery statue on the left.

"Oh... So you are a guest from afar, welcome to the 'Santa Claus Workshop', please come in."

The tone of the two deer-headed statues immediately became friendly, and they said with a chuckle.

Creaky--

The double doors of the house opened automatically.

Gilan pinched the brim of his hat, saluted the two pottery statues guarding the door, and then walked in.

As soon as he entered, his expression became extremely surprised, and his eyes swept around.

Inside the workshop, Christmas pine trees were everywhere, hung with decorations, and flashing dazzling lights of various colors.

Many wooden conveyor belts like factory assembly lines spun and meandered in it, transporting large and small red and green gift boxes on them.

Hundreds of palm-sized deer-headed pottery figures were sitting on high stools beside the assembly line, assembling and packaging various gifts at a dazzling speed.

Jilan's arrival did not attract the attention of these pottery figures. He walked in and was secretly amazed.

The scene in front of him was as dreamy as a fairy tale.

Clang!

Suddenly, a half-man-high gift box fell from the "fireplace" on Jilan's left hand.

Then the reindeer pottery figure next to it slid on the rollers under its hooves like a "mouse toy", and with a whoosh, it rushed over quickly, then bit the silk strap of the gift box and brought it to the assembly line in front.

The whole workshop was running fast and in an orderly manner.

"How is it? Is it interesting?"

At this time, a young man's voice suddenly came from behind Jilan, with a gentle tone.

He turned his head quickly to look.

He saw a young man with short gray hair standing behind him. His facial features are very handsome, with a high nose bridge, deep and friendly gray eyes, holding a twisted and slender oak stick, barefoot, and wearing a big red cloak.

"You...you are 'Santa Claus'?"

Gilan asked hesitantly.

"I think so." The young man smiled. "I am Germain Nicholas...Is it different from what you imagined?"

"Well, a little bit." Gilan nodded.

In his mind, "Santa Claus" should be the image of a white-bearded old man. Wearing a Santa hat, wearing a Santa suit, all red and white, very festive.

But the young man in front of him is not like that at all.

"Welcome to my workshop, this is also my residence, Mr. Gilan Iros... Every year I invite the 'good children' of the world to visit here and give them a beautiful dream as an extra reward."

Germain smiled.

"Please follow me..."

As he spoke, he waved the long oak staff in his hand.

Jingle Bell.

The bell on the handle of the staff shook, making a clear and pleasant sound. At the same time, a chill swept through, and countless snowflakes as small as starlight danced.

In Jilan's stunned eyes, the ground instantly formed a carpet of blue and translucent ice crystals.

When he stood on it, he slid forward unconsciously. And Germaine raised his long staff, turned around and smiled brightly at him, his red cloak raised, revealing his thin figure.

"Look over there..." Germaine pointed, and Gilan looked in the direction he pointed, and saw finger-sized gingerbread men lined up, happily jumping into a gift box, neatly. Lie down.

"That will be a gift for the 'good child' Yimamu. She is very filial and kind, but she lives in poverty and has never eaten sweets since she was a child..."

Germaine pointed in another direction, where a ceramic sculpture of a deer-headed man wearing a monocle was assembling a building block doll.

"That was a gift from 'good boy' Royce. He was hit by a carriage while trying to save a dog and could never stand up again. And he has always longed for a building block toy..."

Santa Claus introduced the owners of seven or eight gifts to Gillan in a row, and his tone was quite approving.

"Are these gifts for next Christmas?"

Gilan asked softly while gliding on the ice carpet.

After all, Christmas Eve has come and gone.

Germain smiled, nodded and said:

"Yes... there are many 'good children', and the workshop needs a year of preparation in advance to make the gifts."

"You want to distribute all the gifts to the 'good children' in one night?"

Ji Lan suddenly thought of something and said in surprise.

Germain was a little strange and asked doubtfully:

"Why do you have to give it to me personally... There are many dolls in the workshop, all of which can walk the earth for me."

Ji Lan was startled.

"Then last night..."

"I went there myself last night."

Germaine chuckled.

"There is something special about you, Mr. Gillan. And if I don't go, Krampus might attack you..."

"Are you and Krampus enemies?"

Gillan took this opportunity and asked.

Germaine sighed sadly and shook his head.

"Actually, he and I were the best companions, and we were both apostles of the original Si Chen's 'Noon Dawn'."

"?!" Jilan's eyes widened.

Santa Claus and the Christmas Devil are both apostles of Omer?

"It's not appropriate to say more about this matter."

Germaine glanced at Gillan and whispered.

"Nowadays, the world is becoming more and more chaotic. I can't stop this alone. I really don't live up to Lord Omer's expectations. All I can do is bring some comfort to people."

Ji Lan felt awe-struck when she heard the secret.

He thought of something again and asked again:

"Then Krampus and Windmill Cat have the same surname of 'Solomon', you know..."

"He is actually Pal's 'self'."

Germaine said calmly.