After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, Garon got out of bed and quickly changed his clothes. He took out a set of white casual clothes with silver edges from the wardrobe and put them on.
His gaze once again fell on the attribute pane at the bottom of his vision.
His attributes were still the same, there was no difference.
He hesitated for a moment. Seeing that he still had more than ten potential points left, he decided not to use them to recover himself.
"Now that I haven't found a new source of energy, I can only save my potential points as much as possible."
Potential points were all absorbed from the Antiques of Tragedy, and he didn't know if there were any Antiques of Tragedy in this world. Even if there were, more than ten potential points were already a huge fortune, he couldn't use them carelessly.
He tidied up his clothes. Garon was usually a person who liked to be clean and pretty, he always tidied himself up neatly, and he liked to use all kinds of perfumes.
Garon frowned and looked at the study table. On top of it was the diary that he didn't finish last night. It was full of praise and admiration for Aquarius.
He walked over and casually flipped through it, there was almost no real content.
Gently closing the notebook, he walked in front of the dressing mirror, picked up the comb hanging by the mirror and started combing his hair. His hair was neatly arranged, just like Acacia's usual self. Then, he frowned and picked up a bottle of perfume that he usually used, and sprayed it on his body.
"A man actually uses perfume!?" He put down the bottle of perfume with slight displeasure.
Checking in front of the mirror, Garon put away the light in his eyes. After confirming that he didn't miss anything, he opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.
Following the pale yellow wooden corridor, he followed the spiral staircase down to the first floor.
In the hall, two maids were cleaning the room. When they saw Garon coming down, they put down their things and silently curtsied to him, then continued with their work.
Garon glanced at the two maids. They were both in their forties and weren't beautiful, but their hands and feet were very nimble, they were good at doing things.
He walked through the hall on the first floor and out of the small building.
Outside, there were patches of green grass that looked like pieces of emerald jade. They looked exceptionally pure under the sunlight. A few sparse grey trees dotted the area, the leaves rustled in the breeze, and a few green and yellow leaves fell from time to time.
There were also a few men and women in gray long-sleeved shirts and trousers on the lawn. They were trimming the grass at the edges.
Garon raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun had just risen. It was still early, and he didn't hear the seven o 'clock morning bell. He decided to walk around the manor to familiarize himself with the environment.
Along the lawn, he began to slowly walk between the small buildings. The small white buildings were of different lengths and had different purposes. Some were for living, some were for storage, some were for collecting, and some were for receiving guests.
Garen spent twenty minutes, going from slow to fast, and quickly walked around the entire manor.
The only feeling the manor gave him was that it was cold and cheerless.
There were too few people. The manor was large enough for fifty to sixty people to live in, but there were only a dozen or so people living in it. Moreover, there were servants, gardeners, coachmen, and so on.
There were many places that couldn't be taken care of, and the ground was overgrown with weeds. There were even a few small buildings that looked dusty, and the paint on them was peeling off. It seemed that no one had visited them for years.
Less than a third of the entire manor was actually used. Many corners were empty, giving people a strange feeling of quietness.
Clang … Clang …
The melodious sound of the morning bell rang.
Garon raised his head and looked at the tallest bell tower. There seemed to be someone ringing the bell.
He turned around and walked towards the main building in the middle.
His morning routine was to greet his father. Most importantly, the housekeeper was there as well. She would bring the latest newspapers from the outside world.
Only through the newspapers would this Acacia identity be able to understand the situation outside the fastest.
Garon squinted his eyes. He needed to confirm as soon as possible whether the historical images he saw during his transmigration were real.
He walked along the lawn and walked towards a small building in the center. When he reached the first floor, there was a tall middle-aged man standing on the balcony of the second floor.
The first impression that the man gave was that he was majestic. This was a tall man with a black beard. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his black hair was connected at the temples.
There were two slender handlebar mustaches on his lips, and a sharp mustache on his chin.
The mustache didn't give people a messy and thick feeling. Instead, it gave people a feeling that it was slender and neat, not messy at all.
The man wore a black coat and looked down from the balcony.
"So it's Cia."
"Yes, father." Garon lowered his head and answered according to his memory, pretending to be afraid.
"Come up, Du Qian is back too. She brought you the Black Duran perfume you wanted." The man was Acacia's father, Vanderman Trejons.
This man who was already fifty years old, on the surface he was an upper nobleman of the Kovitan Empire, and a professor of many faculties in the Royal Academy. However, he was actually a Luminarist from the Phantom Lamp Sect. He had great personal strength.
Garon walked into the small building. There were two people sitting in the hall on the first floor, a man and a woman, sitting opposite each other on the sofa.
These two people were called Edney and Maxilan. They were Vanderman's most loyal right-hand men, and also the two strongest elites among his many subordinates. Although they weren't Luminarists, with their exceptional sword and gun skills, they were rare even in the Royal Guards.
Garon glanced at the two of them. He clearly remembered that in the near future, the two of them would die at the hands of Beckstone and his gang. His father, Vanderman, died at the hands of the Obscuro Society's elite members.
As for himself, Vanderman's son, he was killed by the Obscuro Society's subordinates while escaping the manor under the protection of his cousin.
No matter what, these two people were absolutely loyal to the Trejons Family. All of their benefits and glory were tied to the Trejons Family. Their loyalty wasn't just to their father, Vanderman, but to the entire Trejons Family.
"Sister Edney, brother Maxilan." Garon greeted them politely according to his memory.
"Acacia, why are you here so early?" Edney smiled.
"The Viscount is upstairs, he'll be down soon." Maxilan was a very gentle uncle.
The two of them weren't very close to Acacia, but because Acacia was the next heir of the family, they still treated him politely as the head of the family. They didn't neglect Garon because of his gambling habits.
"Where's sister Du Qian?" Garon looked around, but didn't see anyone.
"She's upstairs reporting to the Viscount." Maxilan answered. He had a thin sword at his waist, and he was wearing a casual white and red shirt.
"Oh …"
Garon nodded, and sat down on an empty sofa. The maid served him a cup of lemon tea.
He took a sip, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw a stack of newspapers under the coffee table. He reached out to take the newspapers, put them on his knees, and started flipping through them.
Maxilan and Edney were whispering to each other, and they didn't look too happy. They looked a little serious.
Garon ignored them, and focused on flipping through the newspapers in his hands.
The first thing he saw was' The Dangers of Private Abortions'.
Garon was speechless as he flipped through.
'Have you finished the maintenance of your breasts?'
He flipped to the front page of the stack of newspapers with a straight face.
'Lush Forest Health Report'
He raised his head and saw Maxilan and Edney's smiling faces. He could also hear someone's low chuckle.
"Alright, I just want to see the latest National Weekly Report, is that wrong?" Garon shrugged helplessly.
"Here." Maxilan took out a slightly wrinkled grey newspaper from his side, and passed it to Garon.
Taking the newspaper, Garon saw a huge headline at first glance: 'King Hapalasu the Fifth said he would visit Kovitan soon.'
Below it was a small line of words: 'The leaders of both sides will discuss the unrest in the valley.'
"Unrest in the valley?" Garon said softly.
Daniela was one of the two strongest countries in the East Continent, and together with the Kovitan Empire, they were in a stalemate with a superpower in the West Continent.
Garon continued reading.
It was indeed the uprising in the valley that he saw in the image.
Garon's heart skipped a beat.
He continued to flip through the rest of the content, and didn't find anything.
Then he switched to the next newspaper.
This was the last issue of the National Weekly Report, and the second headline was about the small farmers in the country protesting their rent.
Garon instantly knew what was going on. He first searched through the images in his memory, and confirmed the date and location. Then he looked for the exact location and date in the newspaper report.
It was exactly the same!!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Garon held up the newspaper, and blocked himself.
"Looks like what I saw is very likely to be something that will happen in the future."
"If what I saw in the images is real … Then what I saw, is the history of this planet?"
He closed his eyes, and recalled the scenes in the images.
"Garon, when did you learn to care about national affairs?" Vanderman's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Garon moved the newspaper away, and suddenly realized that Maxilan and Garen had stood up, and were looking behind him.
He stood up and turned around, and saw Vanderman wearing a black tuxedo, and holding a black top hat in his hand, looking elegant yet rigid. Beside him stood a beautiful woman with a voluptuous body.
Garon quickly lowered his head.
"Father, you're here? I have an appointment with Garcia, so I'll leave first. "
"You're leaving so soon? Not having breakfast together? "Vanderman walked over and sat on the sofa, and the woman beside him sat down next to him.
"No need." Garon looked down at Vanderman's footsteps, slow and steady, like a precise clock, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Fortunately, his rejection was the same as usual Garon, the original Garon also didn't dare to stay with his father for even a moment. This was also in line with his usual image.
"Alright then, you go first, don't come back too late." Vanderman replied calmly.
Garon quickly nodded, put down the newspaper, and smiled at Maxilan, Edney, and the woman beside his father. Then he hurried out of the building.
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