After following him in the alley for a while, the black shadow in front of him suddenly turned left.
Garon avoided a puddle of water on the ground and followed with light footsteps. No matter what, he had to find out the background of the person he killed that day. Whether or not the other party had the ability to find out his identity was no longer a matter of potential points, but the most important thing was the safety of himself and his family.
After turning into a dirty and narrow alley, he could vaguely hear the sound of a man scolding and beating a woman from upstairs. The entire alley was filled with the unpleasant smell of fermented food residue.
The person in front of him was squatting beside a cylindrical trash can, reaching into it to search for something. There were also two homeless people sleeping soundly beside him.
Garon quietly stood at the entrance of the alley, using the little bit of light from upstairs to look inside.
The person was rummaging around in the trash can, and not long after, he found a black leather bag. He felt around inside and took out a small bronze key. He put the key away, looked around, and then continued to move forward.
Garon quickly shrank back when the person looked at him, hiding in the corner by the wall, listening to the person's soft footsteps gradually fading away. Only then did he slowly poke his head out again.
Without any sound, the moment he poked his head out, Garon felt a pain in his waist, as if something had stabbed him.
He reflexively threw his right elbow behind him.
Bang!
The person groaned and staggered from the impact. He turned around and wanted to run, but after a few steps, he fell to the ground. He struggled a few times, but still couldn't get up.
Garon's heart was pounding, but after all, it was his second time fighting with someone. In addition to the psychological changes after killing someone, it was completely different from the first time, and he wasn't as nervous as before.
He suppressed the panic in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and looked at his waist where he was stabbed. There was a small gap in his clothes, obviously pierced by something like a dagger. His skin wasn't injured.
"If I didn't have Explosive Fist Arts to defend myself, my body's hardness would be comparable to Body Hardening Technique. Garon looked at the location of the incision. It happened to be the kidney. Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat.
He walked to the side of the man on the ground. The man was holding a black dagger in his right hand. His clothes were dirty as if they hadn't been washed in a long time. He was dressed like an ordinary homeless person on the streets.
"Your arrogance won't last long. Lord James will avenge me!" The man chuckled a few times in a low voice. His small green eyes stared at Garon. A trace of blood faintly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Then, his head tilted to the side and he died. The blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth was faintly black. It was obviously poison.
Before Garon could ask about the situation, the man actually committed suicide. He squatted down and checked his heartbeat and breathing. He was indeed dead.
He felt as if he had been caught up in a fight between two forces. This guy had mistaken him for a member of another enemy force. In order to prevent him from leaking information, he had taken poison and committed suicide without a second thought.
This kind of death soldier's cruelty made Garon shiver.
"He shouldn't be here to follow me. The guy in front must be here to get something. And this guy might be someone he sent to kill me after discovering that I was following him. He could also be a spy from another organization … Looks like the possibility of me being exposed is not high. "After deducing the specific situation, Garon secretly sighed in relief. Obviously, his accidental killing that night had been taken as the other party's doing.
"No wonder that person decisively ordered someone to kill me when I stopped the car. Obviously, he was misunderstood at the crucial moment …"
Garon analyzed the situation. The more he analyzed, the more he felt that this was the truth.
He looked left and right. There was no sound around. The sound of the homeless person sleeping and the quarreling upstairs was still coming. Occasionally, he could also hear a stray cat's cries.
Garon bent down to check the killer's body. From the inner pocket of his shirt, he found a black and gold gold coin. Without looking at it further, he took the gold coin and quickly left the way he came from.
While there were fewer people, he slowly walked out of the alley. Along the way, he acted as if nothing had happened. Garon directly walked around the city. He walked around many times until the big clock tower in the city rang the clock. Only then did he jog back home.
Click … Bang.
Garon closed the door, changed into slippers and walked into the living room.
The oil lamp in the living room was on. His father, Lombard Eisen, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and reading the newspaper. He was wearing black pajamas and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Eisen was a slightly plump middle-aged man. His dark purple hair was messy, and his face was full of whiskers. He looked like a very passionate football coach uncle.
When he saw Garon coming back, he raised his chubby face and nodded slightly at his son without saying a word.
"Where's mom?" Garon took off his outer jacket and hung it on the hanger by the door.
"It's rare for her to have a day off. She went upstairs to Mrs. Cartini's house for coffee," Eisen replied casually. "You came back after the clock tower reported the time. Don't play outside for too long. It's dangerous when it's too late. Recently, there have been a lot of murders in the city. They all happened in places with fewer people. You have to remember not to go to places with fewer people. "
"I know that. I heard it from my classmates. "Garon nodded.
"Especially you. You like to go to places with fewer people because you often run."
"Oh."
"Be gentle. Your sister just fell asleep. She still has to prepare for the competition tomorrow." Eisen put down the newspaper and drank all the coffee on the table. "You're back. I'm going to sleep too. Don't wait for your mom. She'll probably play until late."
"Got it." Garon sat on the sofa and rested for a while. He took a cup of water and watched his father go into the bedroom and close the door. After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of the lights being turned off. He got up quickly and washed up. He turned off the lights in the living room and went into his bedroom.
He sat at the desk and turned on the desk lamp. Then, he carefully took out the black gold coin from his pocket and looked at it carefully under the light.
The gold coin was only the size of a walnut. It was about the same thickness as a coin. A two-masted sailing ship was engraved on the front. The two huge sails were blown up by the wind. There was also a coiled snake engraved on the top of the ship. It opened its mouth as if it wanted to bite something.
At the bottom was a number: 1521.
On the back. It was engraved with a knight's armor. A sword pierced through from the inside of the armor. From the bottom to the top, the tip of the sword touched the helmet. There was a garland around the armor.
Garon rubbed the gold coin repeatedly. From some subtle places on the back, he could see the dark gold color of the gold coin under the black paint.
He pressed his finger on the dark gold color. Suddenly, the potential at the bottom of his vision jumped slowly.
It jumped from 179% to 180%.
Then, there was no movement at all.
"That's it?"
Garon put down the gold coin speechlessly.
Since the last time he saved one attribute point from the old man, he had not used it. He kept it for now.
Originally, he wanted to add it to the White Cloud Secret Technique. Later, he thought that it might be better to add it to the Explosive Fist Arts. After all, that would be the most effective in a short period of time. Plus, he did not succeed in asking the old man to lend him the book. He was even more reluctant to add this attribute point.
"I thought I could get something good from him. After stealing so many antiques, I only got one gold coin. Should I say he's just a small fry? "
He shook his head slightly and put the gold coin into the drawer of the desk.
"Since this is a misunderstanding, then let's stop here. I can't get involved anymore." Thinking back to how he was silently stabbed by that person, Garon broke out in a cold sweat.
"If I didn't practice the Explosive Fist Arts and have much tougher skin, that stab would have killed me. This time, he was weak. If it was someone stronger … there would have been some poison on the knife. "
Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"I should just go to school and practice martial arts. This is too dangerous. It's better to leave it to a detective like Dale Quicksilver."
He made up his mind not to get involved in this. Although the Bronze Cross Medal was precious, the old man had a new source of potential. Although he could not absorb it, Garon's desire to get the medal back had faded.
"I should add the last attribute point to the White Cloud Secret Technique. If I add this early, my strength and vitality will increase a lot faster. "
He thought for a while and finally looked at the White Cloud Secret Technique in the skill bar.
Slowly, the air in his mind rushed out and went into the White Cloud Secret Technique.
The word "Secret Technique" jumped and slowly blurred, from intermediate to advanced.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound in his mind. The word "advanced" blurred and returned to intermediate. A stream of air rushed back into Garon's mind.
"What's going on?" He frowned and looked at the skill bar carefully.
Behind the White Cloud Secret Technique, a new symbol appeared.
Although he did not know the pronunciation of the symbol, Garon strangely knew what it meant — incomplete information.
"Looks like the secret technique was not taught completely. The key to the advanced secret technique should be in the hands of the higher management and important disciples of the dojo." Garon guessed the truth of the matter.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the Explosive Fist Arts. The same thing happened. After adding the attribute point, the words blurred and returned to the beginner level. There was a new symbol behind it, and Garon knew what it meant.
"Does the intermediate level of the Explosive Fist Arts require external stimulation and simultaneous treatment? Otherwise, it will damage my vitality and intelligence … "He knew that he was lucky to be able to reach the beginner level of the Explosive Fist Arts without any assistance.
It was the same for the White Cloud Secret Technique. The dojo would naturally have to control the core of the technique. It was impossible to give it all away at once. Otherwise, it would be impossible to condense it into a whole piece.
"Looks like if I want to improve my strength, I have to improve my position in the dojo." Ever since Garon crossed over, he had been obsessed with martial arts. It was something that he had always dreamed of on Earth. Garon had been very excited to be able to touch it in this world. Now that he felt the importance and safety of martial arts, he pursued it even more fervently.
Although he had encountered some problems, it was nothing to him. As long as he participated in the dojo's inner wall ranking competition, he would be able to get a good ranking and enter the eyes of the higher management.
"Since I can't add skills, I'll just add the basic attributes." He shifted his gaze and looked at the basic attributes bar.
Strength 0.53, Agility 0.23, Vitality 0.33, Intelligence 0.36.
"I've already added Vitality, Strength, and Intelligence. This time, I'll just add Agility. Let's test the effects of this Agility. "Regarding the attribute points, it would be a waste if he didn't add them.
Compared to the average student, no matter what attribute points he added, he would have a higher starting point than the others.
After all, he added attribute points on top of an ordinary person's body.
Coupled with the effect of attribute solidification, once he reached a certain level of attribute, even if he did not train, his body would still be at its peak and would not degenerate. Under such circumstances, if he did not train his body, even he would feel that it was a waste.
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