Garon's reincarnated identity was Acacia, the son of the Luminarist that both the Argent Lamp and the Phantom Lamp wanted to kill. His father, the Luminarist Vanderman, was just an average Luminarist. He occupied a piece of land, but because of his past mistakes and disobedience to the Obscuro Society's orders, he was destined to be eliminated by both parties. His family's land was also destined to be occupied, and his servant's family would all be exterminated, becoming one of the strongholds of the rebel army.
"It's still too early to think about this. Let's see if my speculation is true." Garon stood up, walked to the window, and looked out.
"If my speculation is true, according to the current time, the news of the failure of the first uprising in the valley should be coming soon. After that, the situation of the tenants having difficulty collecting their rent will slowly appear. "
Garon let the cold wind blow on his face and golden hair. The cold air immediately cleared up his slightly heated brain.
"See, if it's according to the information I saw, then I really have to plan early."
The father of this body, Vanderman, was a stubborn person, but he treated his only son very well, and saw him as the root of the family's inheritance. Unfortunately, in order to research the Phantom Lamp's special ability, he secretly captured a few young boys and girls to be used as experimental materials. Among them was Beckstone's childhood love, Leanna.
Leanna was dead. This was a death grudge, an unforgivable death grudge.
In front of the opposing forces, Vanderman maintained his position, and disobeyed the orders of the Obscuro Society, and disobeyed them many times. In the end, his dissatisfaction accumulated, and because he developed a decent special ability, he was killed by an elite of the Obscuro Society.
"If it's all true, then it's not surprising … Under the general trend, who knows how many Luminarists like Vanderman have died." Garon looked out of the window.
In the dark night, in the dark forest far away, there was a row of yellow dots arranged in a line, slowly moving to the left.
Those were small torches, the patrol team of another family nearby.
Bang!!
Suddenly, the team of yellow torches stopped, and a crisp gunshot was heard, mixed with the whine of a deer.
From afar, Garon heard a burst of laughter from the torch team, as if they were very happy.
"Wild deer again! His luck was pretty good! Haha … "His voice drifted from afar. It was very weak.
The team of torches soon disappeared from sight.
There was no more movement on the opposite mountain.
Garon retracted his gaze and looked around.
He was currently standing on the second floor of a two-story wooden building. This wooden building was a small part of a large manor.
There were more than ten small buildings in the manor. They were of different sizes and heights, and they were arranged in different divisions. Everything was painted in a neat white color.
Acacia lived here with his father and a female housekeeper. There were also maids, coachmen, gardeners, chefs and so on, a total of more than ten people. The entire manor was equivalent to two of the largest football fields. If one walked from one end to the other, they would have to take many twists and turns. It was even possible to get lost.
The small building he was in was at the far right edge of the manor.
Acacia was someone who was very afraid of his father. Although Vanderman never hit him, Acacia didn't dare to stay for a moment longer than necessary due to his gloomy and powerful aura. Every time, he would just greet Vanderman in a formal manner and leave in a hurry.
Even their lodging was chosen to be the furthest building from the center. It was to be as far away from his father as possible.
Today, his cousin Sophie Hathaway and little Giles, who often came to play, were both here. Little Giles was the son of Acacia's father's favorite student. Like his cousin, he would occasionally come to visit his father Vanderman.
Garon listened carefully to the movements around him. He could vaguely hear little Giles talking loudly in the distance. There were also a few hurried barks from a dog. Obviously, this kid was playing with the dog again.
There were also footsteps of night patrolling servants passing by below the small building.
This manor was located deep in the mountains. It was somewhat isolated from the rest of the world. It had its own vegetable garden, farmland, livestock sheds, and its own small town at the foot of the mountain. It was almost self-sufficient.
His father Vanderman always stayed in the manor, appearing and disappearing mysteriously. No one knew what he was doing. He didn't go out to socialize. He only went to the Royal Academy to attend classes occasionally. After all, he was still a professor there. Other than that, there were no other movements. This situation had been like this for five years.
On the other hand, Acacia often went out to attend the surrounding balls and banquets. His cousin would occasionally come to visit him.
Other than that, there was only one way for the manor to communicate with the outside world. Every once in a while, the female housekeeper would go out to collect rent and taxes, and sell specialties. When she returned, she would also bring back some daily necessities and seasonings.
He tidied up his messy hair, and carefully pulled out the blood clot at the back of his head. It hurt his hair.
He sat down at the study table again, and roughly understood his surroundings.
"Now I have to focus on the so-called Luminarists of this world. I just don't know how powerful the Luminarists are when they use totems …"
He clenched his fist lightly, and felt that his body was gradually recovering its strength. Although it was very, very slow, it was much better than when he just woke up.
"The strongest Luminarists are the Obscuro Society's president, Hellgate, followed by the Terraflor Society's leader, Hei Si Li. There is information about their battle on the screen … "Garon felt strange. Most of the information he saw felt like Beckstone's adventure journey. From the beginning to the end when he defeated Phantom Lamp's representative, the Obscuro Society, every major event was recorded clearly.
As for the rest, everything related to the Luminarists, no matter how big or small, was recorded.
He wasn't sure if it was a special ability or something else. But that wasn't the most important thing now.
He began to carefully search through the information recorded, and images kept flashing in front of his eyes. Time passed by, minute by minute …
"Got it!!" Suddenly he stopped recording a piece of information, and two normal-looking figures appeared in front of him.
"In the Lush Forest Province, in the forest near the Trejons Family's territory, there were more than ten fights between Luminarists. Among them, the one closest to now … was a Luminarist called Emin, and a Phantom Lamp called Clyde." Garon carefully checked this part of the records, but maybe because they were too weak, and only at the level of low-level Luminarists, the images were very blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He only saw a bunch of colored lines when the fight started, and then like a TV program without signal, the images recorded by his ability were all mixed up, and turned into colored snowflakes.
"Let me check the time … To be exact … it was before the incident with the rent collection … after the uprising in the valley. It was within these two days. "
Garon filtered out the most recent battle records.
The images recorded by his ability were organized into a huge pile, and there were too many details. Garon had to organize his own memories for a long time before he found the most recent details.
"The lowest level of Luminarists, how does their power compare to Secret Techniques? I can take a good look now."
Garon took a deep breath, got up, and fell on the big soft bed. He pulled the white blanket over his body and immediately felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him.
From the war before he transmigrated, to traveling through the universe, and now to organizing the information in his memories, his nerves had always been tense. Now that he had a clear understanding of the situation, and there was no danger around him, he could finally relax.
"Acacia is dead, from now on, I am the new Acacia …" Garon laid on the bed, feeling the new and somewhat unfamiliar body, and thought silently.
Gradually, he fell into a deep slumber …
In his sleep, he returned to the time when he was on the Smoke Island, the last moment when he threw his fist at the nuclear bomb.
At that moment, the nuclear bomb exploded with a blinding light, and then there was the eruption of the volcano below, and his body was instantly crushed and melted.
The huge force of the eruption of the volcano first shattered his extremely strong body, and then the thousand degree high temperature and the nuclear bomb completely melted him into ashes.
Then, the enormous force of this volcanic eruption carried his last bit of consciousness and shot straight into the sky.
Garon looked back in his sleep the moment he flew out of the planet. The huge Smoke Island, the erupting volcano, was like a giant black pot.
"So this is the legendary Black Smoke Pot …" Garon suddenly understood. "Then what does the legend mean about being able to communicate with the underworld? And how did the Ancient Endor civilization discover the secret of this volcano, and build so many stone statues on top of it. And until the end, I didn't find any traces of the dead. "
"A Black Smoke Pot that can break through the limit … I don't think anyone in history has ever succeeded …?" Garon was deep in thought.
Whether it was the legend that turned into the mystery, or the mystery that led to the legend, nothing was known.
But one thing was for sure, it was definitely not a coincidence that he was able to reach here, to this planet. Without the help of the volcano, it was impossible for him to reach this planet.
The strangest thing was that those few leaps had directly crossed countless light years.
"The last eruption of the Black Smoke Pot volcano should have been a long, long time ago. Could it be that the totem power on this planet, and the so-called Luminarists, could be a product left behind by the warlocks who came here before? Or at least there would be a certain connection? "
Garon suddenly thought of this possibility in his dream.
There were many legends about warlocks in the previous world, and in that era of powerful civilization, it was possible for all kinds of strange things to happen.
Coo coo … Coo coo …
Garon opened his eyes, and a ray of light golden sunlight shone on his blanket. The sunlight passed through the window glass, and shone on the fine dust floating in the air.
On the windowsill outside, two pigeons were standing there, cawing.
"Where is this?" Garon looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, and couldn't react for a while.
He sat up, and let the sunlight shine on the back of his hand, and instantly felt a warm feeling.
Soon, his brain finally reacted.
"I am Cia now … I am no longer Garon Lombard, and I am also no longer Luo Jing." There was a strange expression on his face, an unfamiliar body, a weak body, everything made him extremely uncomfortable.
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